Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1914-03-14

The brutality shocked Mr.. Thorn
dixie. For the woman he felt a thrill
of sympathy, but at once saw that 1t
was superfuous. From the secure
and lofty heights of motherhood Mrs,
Bernard smiled down upon the assist
ant district attorney as upon a
naughty child. She did not even
deign a protest. She continued mere
ly to smile The smile reminded
Thorndike of the smile on the face
of a mother in a painting by Murillt
he had lately presented to the chapel
in the college he had given to his
native town.
"That son of yours" repeated young
Andrews, lis a leech. He's robbed
you. robbed his wife. Best thing
ever did for you was to send him VI
the river"
The mother smiled upon him be-
seemingly.
Gould you give me a pass?" she
said.
Young Andrews flung up his hands
and appealed to Thorndike.
isn't that just like a MOTHER" he
protested THAT son of hers has
broken her heart, tramped on mar
cheated her; hasn't left her a cent
and she comes to me for a pass, sc
she can kiss him through the bars
And I'll bet she's got cake for him
in that basket"
The mother laughed happily; she
knew now she would get the pass.
Mothers" explained Mr.. Andrews
from the depth of his wisdom, "are
all like that; your mother, my mother
If you went to Jail your mother would
be just like that"
Mr.. Thorndille bowed his head po-
litely. He had never considered going
to jail, or, whether If he did, his
mother would bring him cake in 8
basket. Apparently there were many
aspects and accidents of life not in
Guided in his experience.
Young Andrews sprang to his feet
and, with the force of hose flushing
a gutter, swept his soiled visitors int
the hall.
Come on" he called to the Wisest
Man, 'the court is open" At door
a tipstaff laid his hand roughly on the
arm of Mr.. Thorndike.
That's all right, joe" called young
Mr. Andrews, hes with me-" They
entered the court and passed down ar
aisle to a rallied enclosure in which
were high oak chairs. Again, in his
effort to follow, Mr.. Thorndike was
halted, but the first tipstaff came tC
his rescue. "All right" he signaled
he's with Mr.. Andrews"
Mr. Andrews pointed to one OF the
oak chairs. you sit there" he COM
manded, "its reserved for members
of the bar, but it's all right. You're
with me-"
Distinctly annoyed, slightly bewil-
dered, the banker sank between the
arms of a chair. He felt he had lost
his individuality. Andrews had be-
come his sponsor. Because of An
drews he was tolerated. Because
Andrews had a pull he was permitted
to sit as an equal among police court
lawyers. No longer was he Arnold
Thorndike. He was merely the mar
with Mr.. Andrews"
A court attendant beat with hi
pasn upon the rail.
Sit down." whispered Andrews
THE judge is coming"
Mr.. Thorndike sat down.
The court attendant droned loudly
words Mr.. Thorndike could not dis
tinguish There was a rustic of silk
and from q door behind him thu
Judge stalked past.
"Stand up!" he Missed. Mr.. Thorn
dixie stood up.
After the court attendant had ut
tered more unintelligible words ever,
one sat down; and the financier agaiI
moved hurriedly to the rail.
81 would like to speak to him nov
before he begins" he whispered. ="
can't watt
Mr.. Andrews stared in amazement
The banker had not believed thu
"Speak to him now" exclaimed