Middletown transcript., 1915-03-20

meI1Leu tu0 uOOm aCCOTueu 10 JOHN
Scoville. Your only reason for this
II you are the woman / think you
lies in your fear Of giving further op-
portunity to the misguided rancOr Of
eS irresponsible writer Of anonymous
eplstles. Am not right, madam"
Beaten, beaten by a direct assault,
because she possessed the weaknesses,
as well as the pluck. of woman. She
could control the language of her lips,
but not their quivering: she could
Lieet his eye with steady assurance,
but she could not keep the pallor from
her hearts turmoil. Her pitiful glance
acknowledged her defeat, which she
already saw mirrored in his eyes.
Taking it for an answer. he said
gently enough:
That we may understand each 9TH
er at once, will mention the person
who has been made the subject of
these attacks. He"
Don't speak the name," she prayed,
leaning forward and laying her gloved
hand upon his sleeve. ut is not neces-
sary. The whole thing is an out
rage"
His admiration was quite evident.
1t did not prevent him, however. from
saying quite abruptly:
Men who indulge themselves in
writing anonymous accusations seL
dom limit themselves to one effuslon
I will stake my word that the judge
has found more than one on his lawn"
She could not have responded IL she
would; her mouth was dry, her tongue
half paralyzed. What was coming? :?
The CLINT in the lawyers eye fore
warned her that something scarcely in
consOnance with her hopes and wishes
might be expected.
''The judge has seen and read these
barefaced insinuations against his son
and has not turned this whole town
topsy-tuFvy! A lion does not stop to
mediate; he springs. And Archibald
Ostrander has the nature Of a lion.
Mrs. Scoville, this Is a very serious
matter do not wonder that you are
triHe overwhelmed by the results
Of your ill-considered Investigations" "
Does the town know? Has the
thing become a scandal byword? =?
Miss Weeks gave no proof of ever hav-
ing heard one word Of this dreadful
business
THAT is good news. You relieve
me. Perhaps it Is not general topic
as yet" Then shortly and with law.
yerlike directness:
Look over these. Do they look at
all familiar?"
She glanced down at the crumpled
sheets and half-sheets he had spread
out before her. They were similar in
appearance to the one she had picked
up on the judges grounds. but the
language was more forcible, as wit
ness these:
When man IS trusted to defend an
other on trial for his life. he's supposed
70 know his business How came John
Scoville to hang. without u thought be-
ing given to the man who hated A. Ether
! idge like poison7 / could name certain
chap who more than once in the old days
boasted that he'd like to kill the fellow.
low-down stamp either.
high and mighty name shouldn't
shield man who sent a poor, unfriended
wretch to his death In order to save his
own bacon.
'Horrible!' murmured Deborah,
drawing back in terror of her own
emotion. It's the work of some inn
placable enemy taking advantage of
the situation have created. Mr..
Black. this man must be found and
made to see that no one will believe,
not even Scoyille's widow"
There! you needn't go any fur
ther with that" admonished the law
yer. Have you any idea who this per.
son is?"
mot the least in the world"
Il ask because of this" ;" he explained.
picking out another letter and smil-
ingly holding it out toward her She
read it with flushed cheeks.
Listen to the lady. You can't listen to
any one nicer. What she wants she can
! get. There's a witness you never saw or
heard of
A witness they had never heard of
What witness? Scarcely could she lift
up her eyes from the paper. Yet
there was a possibility. of course. that
this statement was lie.
STUFF, isn't it2' (muttered the law
yer. Never mind, well soon have
hold of the writer" His face had
taken on much more serious aspect.
and she could no longer complain Of
his indifference or even of his sar-
casm.
You win give me another opportu-
nifty of talking with you ON this mat