Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1914-06-27

SNOB!
F., of every word. "Pve come for my boy,
Jim-Jim Montgomery. He's In trou-
BILE. just heard of it through the pa
pers."
A wave of pity flooded the heart of
Mrs. Kearney as she looked from the
pathetic little mother to her big boned,
stolid son.
Kearney's jaw dropped. and the
knife and fork fell from his hands. He
turned cautiously and took sly look
at the face of the mother of his quarry
He saw that she was a woman Of re-
finement and not of the vigorous, as
sertive. independent, motherly type of
the east side. Her dress and her COM
pertinent told him that she had come
from the country.
II would have been here sooner" she
explained. "but live on the other side
of the Hudson, you see. near Nyack.
and did not know what had happen
ed. l thought my Jim was hunting a
job In the city, and when | did not
hear from him I went into the village
to ask the advice of some of the friends
Of my husband. who is dead these
many years. then heard of my boys
arrest"
"Why didn't yuh go to see his law
| yer?" asked Kearney.
II went to the Tombs prison." she
told him, "and they said it was too
late for me to see my son. They did
not know the name of his lawyer, but
one of the keepers felt sorry for me
and told me that you knew all about
the case. He got your address for me-"
Mrs. Kearney began clearing away
the dishes.
He's innocent, sir" the frail visitor
pleaded eagerly. "He has been my
support since he was boy of fourteen.
and better son no woman ever had.
He knows nothing about crime, Mr..
kearpey. He's just a country boy.
His father was good man before
him. and l brought him up in the fear
of God. You've got good mother, sir.
and you c-c-c-an"-
What can do. ma'am?" demanded
Kearney sharply. I'm the chief wit
ness for the prosecution. l gotta do
I my duty, hard as it may be. The law
tells me what l gotta do, and l must
do 1t. If you got witnesses bring 'em
to court in the morning"
Il have several friends in Nyack
who will testify that my boy is good
boy" she sobbed. "They promised to
come to the courthouse tomorrow"
Kearney looked at his watch, pushed
back his chair and reached for his hat
and coat.
That's all can tell you, lady," he
said as he departed abruptly.
Mrs. Montgomery called after him in
a thin, frightened voice, but If he heard
he did not reply.
She started up from her chair and
sank back, sobbing bitterly.
Kearney's mother brought her cup
OF tea and solaced her as best she
could, the tears flowing from her own
eyes.
Eugene Garrett, lawyer Of insignifi-
cant attainment at the bar, but with
a certain degree Of political influence
in his assembly district, was the man
chosen by the court to defend Mont
gomery. The fee he would receive
from the public treasury was part
of his reward for his political Industry
In and out of season.
Garrett welcomed the arrival Of the
mother of his client and with the voice
OF dove assured the frightened little
countrywoman that he would move
heaven and earth to free her son. He
inquired very gently as to her proba-
bility of securing funds for taking the
case to the higher courts on appeal.
should verdict against him be reach
ed by the jury.
Aside from the prospect Of getting a
fee from her as well as from the court,
the lawyer took a genuine professional
interest in the mother of the defend
ant. He would use her to work on the
sympathies of the jury. She brought
to the criminal courts building three
men and a woman, old friends from
the country about the town of Nyack.
All would be willing character witness
es for the accused.
They entered the courtroom with the
young assistant district attorney. his
witnesses and flock of men drawn as
veniremen. They were hardly seated
when the door of the chambers of the
presiding justice was opened by
court attendant and heavy. drowsy
man In black, silk gown strobe across
the room and made his way laborious-