Iron County register., 1915-03-04

Hlerlteu tne doom ACCORDED TO JOnn
Scoville. Your only reason for this
if you are the woman | think you
lies in your fear of giving further op-
portunity to the misguided rancor of
an irresponsible writer of anonymous
epistles. Am | not right, MADAME"
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
Leet his eye with steady assurance,
but she could not keep the pallor from
her cheeks or subdue the evidences of
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
or 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. 1T 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 sci.
dom limit themselves to one effusion.
| 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 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 -turvy! A lion does not stop to
mediate; he springs. And Archibald
Ostrander has the nature of lion
Mrs. Scoville, this is very serious
matter | do not wonder that you are
trifle overwhelmed by the results
of your ill-considered Investigations. u
Does the town know? Has the
thing become 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 il
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
Scovile to hang without a thought be,
ing given to the man who hated a. Ether.
i idge like poison? I could name a certain
chap who more than once in the old days
boasted that he'd like to kill the fellow
And it wasn't Scoville or any one of his
low-down stamp either.
A high and mighty name shouldn't
shield man who sent poor, unfrendet
wretch to his death in order to save hi!
own bacon.
HORRIBLE" murmured Deborah
drawing back in terror of her owl
emotion. Its the work of some i'm
placable enemy taking advantage o
the situation | have created. Mr
Black, this man must be found an,
made to see that no one will believe
not even Scoville's widow"
There! you needn't go any fui
ther with that" admonished the law
yer. Have you any idea who this pei
son is?"
mot the least in the world"
81 ask because of this" he explained
picking out another letter and smi
ingly holding it out toward her. Sh
read it with flushed cheeks
Listen TO the lady. You can't listen t
! any one nicer. What she wants she ca
get There's witness you never saw G
. heard of.
A witness they had never heard of
J. What witness? Scarcely could she Iii
+? up her eyes from the paper. Ye
/ there was possibility, of course, tha
this statement was lie.
d "Stuff, isn't it," muttered the lay
y yer. Never mind, we'll soon hav
O hold of the writer" His face ha
+, taken on much more serious aspec
and she could no longer complain {
h his indifference or even of his sa
r casm.
t "You will give me another opport
$ nifty of talking with you on this ma