The Grenada sentinel. [volume] (Grenada, Miss.) 1868-1955, 1915-04-30

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Tor this was no longer her deli.
cate, suffering Reuther to be shielded
from all unhappy knowledge. but a
woman as strong II not as wise to the
situation c; herself-she scrutinized
the child closely. her turned her gaze
slowly about the room, and started in
painful surprise. as she perceived
standing in the space behind her the
TALL hgure OF Judge Ostrander.
PARDON" she %entreated, forgetting
Heuther's presence In her conscious
ness OF the misery she had brought
upon her benefactor. II never meant
i never dreamed"
oh. no ~apologies!" Was this the
Judge speaking? The zone was an ad-
monitory. not a suffering one. 1t was
not even that Of a man Inundated or
distressed. You have had q unfor-
tunate experience. but that Is over
now and SO must your distress be"
Ihen, as In her establishment she
dropped her hands and looked up, he
added very quietly. Your daughter
a been much disturbed about you,
but not at all about Oliver or his good
name. She knows my son too we'll,
and so do you and /. to be long af-
fected by the virulent outcries OF a
mob seeking for an object upon which
to expend their spleen"
Deborah was glad to sit silent I'M
der this open rebuke and listen to
Reuther's ingenious declarations.
though she knew that they brought no
conviction and distilled no real COM
fort either to his mind or hers.
Yes, mother, darling" the young
girl was saying. These people have
not seen Oliver in years, but we have.
and nothing they can say, nothing that
any one can say but himself. could
ever shake my belief in him as a man
incapable Of a really wicked act. He
might be capable Of striking a sudden
blow-most men are under great
provocation--but to conceal such a
fact-to live for years enjoying the
, respect of all who knew him, with the
!, knowledge fostering in his heart Of an.
: other having suffered for his crime
. that, that would be impossible to OH
. yer Ostrander."
Some words ring In the heart long
after their echo has left the ear. I'm
:. possible! Deborah stole a look at thu
judge. But he vas gazing at Reuther
where he well might gaze, II his sink
ing heart craved support or hi
abashed mind sought to lose itself II
the enthusiasm Of this pure soul, will
it's loving, uncalculating instincts.
q Tell the Judge who is as confden
Of Oliver as l an myself that you ar
confident. too. That you could n
10 more believe him capable of this abon
Unable act than you could believe
of my father"
80 II will-tell-the Judge" stammere
!" the unhappy mother. Judge" sh
"A briefly declared, as she rose with tn
H. help Of her daughters arm. my min
y. agrees with yours In this matter. Whs
you think. l think" And that was a
N. she could say.
AS she fell again into her seat, ii
Judge turned to Reuther:
ad Leave your mother for a lit
WHILE" he urged, with that rare gentl
,e. ness he always showed her. Let h,
cd rest here a few minutes longer. alol
or with me"
-, Yes, Reuther." murmured Debora
seeing no way of avoiding this Inc,
table interview. Il am feeling be
,m ter every minute. l will come soon
The young girls eye faltered fro
nv one to the other, then settled. with
-" strange and imploring look upon h
mother. Had her clear intelligen
-, pierced at last to the core of tn
-. mothers misery? Had she seer VIII
" Deborah would have spared her at I
cost of her own life? 1t would see
so, for when the mother. with gre
!" effort, began some conciliatory speed
the young girl smiled with a certa
sad patience, and, turning iowa
Judge Ostrander, said as she sof'
withdrew:
"You have been very kind to all
me to mention a name and discuss
MI subject you have expressly forbidd'
want to show my gratitude, Jud
Ostrander, by never referring to
oro again WltLOuI yOui PciuIiooioA. -
7, you know my mind"-here her he
vod rose with a sort of lofty pride VIII
mr. lent a dazzling quality to her usua
sol, quiet b~eauty-"and that l koow yor
had is quite enough for me-"
"A noble girl! a mate for the hes
the fell from the judges lips after a
6 Is lence disturbed only by the faint.
and off murmur of a slowly dispers
ror. throng.
and Deborah made no answer
&C. could not yet trust her courage
the her voice.
her. The Judge, who was standing n
SKIS. concentrated his look upon her
,nce lures. "Madam!"-he was search
her eye searching her very soul
,and men seldom search the mind Of
other. "You believe In the truth
4, ~. these calumnies that have Just b