Williams news., 1915-07-01

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 oth- CT at once, l 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. Tt is not neces- sary. The whole thing is an out rage"
 His admiration was quite evident It did not prevent him, however. from saying quite abruptly:
 Men who indulge themselves in writing anonymous accusations sell dom limit themselves to one effusion. I will stake my word that the judge has found more than one on his lawn"
 She could not have responded if she would; her mouth was dry, her tongue half paralyzed. What was coming? The glint 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-turvy! A lion does not stop to mediate; he springs. And Archibald Ostrander has the nature of lion. Mrs. Scovflle, this is very serious matter. I do not wonder that you are a trifle overwhelmed by the results of your ill-considered investigations"
 Does the town know? Has the thing become a scandal-a byword? Miss Weeks gave no proof of ever hay ing heard one word of this dreadful business
 That is good news. You relieve me. Perhaps 1t 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 a man is trusted to defend an- other on trial for his life, he's supposed to know his business. How came John Scoville to hang. without a thought be- ing given to the man who hated A. Ether idge like poison? could name a certain chap who more than once in the old days boasted that he'd like to kill the fellow And 1t wasn't Scoville any one of his 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. Its the work of some inn placable enemy taking advantage of the situation I have created. MT. Black. this man must be found and made to see that no one will believe, not even Scovilles widow"
 There! you needn't go any fur yer. Have you any idea who this per son is?"
 Not the least in the world"
 T 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 a lie.
 Stuff, isn't it?" muttered the law yer. Never mind, we'll soon have hold of the writer" His face had taken on a much more serious aspect, and she could no longer complain of his indifference or even of his sar- casm.
 You will give me another opportu- nifty of talking with you on this mat ter" pursued he. If you do not come here you may expect to see me at Judge Ostranders. l do not quite like the position into which you have been thrown by these absurd insinua- tions. It may even lead to your losing the home which has been so fortu- nately opened for you. If this oc- CUTS you may count on my friendship, Mrs. Scoville. I may have failed you once, but will not fail you twice"
 Surprised, almost touched, she held out her hand, with a cordial Thank you," in which emotion struggled with her desire to preserve an appearance of complete confidence in Judge Os- trander, and incidentally in his son. Then she turned to go The lawyer appeared to acquiesce in the movement of departure. But | when he saw her about to vanish through the door some impulse of | compunction, as real as it was surpris- | ing, led him to call her back and seat