The herald., 1915-11-25

tenements. Not once however, did ne
allude TO the impending case Of kon-
yalinka against Schultz, except that IN
moment of temporary abstraction he
asked Marion the name of the ne"
maid
why. you know her NAME said
Marion. Its Susan She's the plain
| tiff in that
"Oh. yes, Susan" Bob interrupted.
Talking about Susan, | read mover
decision today-the elders and so forth
of the Lutheran church against U TIARA
Very interesting opinion of Judge 'ann
on the liquor tax law"
They followed a long description OF
an imaginary case. which took up the
rest of the dinner hour. For the re-
mainder Of the evening Bob was posi-
| lively lover like in his attentions to his
| wife. and the next morning at breakfast
he spoke vaguely about purchasing q
couple OF tickets for the theater that
| evening.
81 suppose" he said, you're not 60
ing out today in this awful rain!
A brisk shower was In progress out
side, which looked as If it might settle
down into a steady downpour.
"Of course I'm going out" she re-
piled. "Susan's case is on today, and
I'm going to try it. you know"
"Indeedr' Bob commented as he
struggled into his raincoat 81 thought
you'd given up the idea"
Not at ALL" she said as she kissed
him. wish me luck"
81 wish you all the luck you deserve"
he replied and took the front steps
three at a jump.
An hour later Bob was standing In
the lobby Of the Eighteenth district
municipal court, when Marion came In
from the street, struggling to close
refractory umbrella. Her macintosh
was shedding buckets Of water, and
her hair chung to her rosy cheeks In lit
tie damp curls. Bobs first impulse
was to rush to her aid and to feel with
his lips If those red cheeks were as wet
and cold as they looked. He restrained
himself, however, and as soon as Mar
ion had her umbrella well in hand he
approached her, putting hard on q par
ticularly black cigar.
Hello. Ellington he cried. expel-
ling Il cloud of smoke full in her face
Are we going to try that case this
morningT
We? Marion cried, not little taken
aback. "Billington?"
"Billington'S your name, isn't it,"
Bob asked. And you're the plaintiffs
attorney in that Konvalinka case, aren't
you? Well. I'm for the other side. I've
got substitution from Gabe Sund-
helm, and I'm ready for trial These
little twenty dollar cases are an infer
nal nuisance, aren't they?"
Marion gasped.
Lets go inside" said Bob.
He preceded her toward the swinging
doors that opened into the courtroom
and pushed his way through, leaving
her to follow. When she finally reach
ed the Enclosure for counsel Bob was
lolling back In high back chair, ex-
changing pleasantries with old Gabe
Sundheim. He paid not the slightest
attention to Marion, who sat down at
the long table in front of the rail that
separates counsels' Enclosure from the
judges desk.
Hey, therew said the court officer.
prompted in advance to unusual gruff-
ness by a cigar from Bob. cit away
from dat table! OATS fer lawyers
only"
How dare you Marion gasped,
when Bob joined in.
Smoke up, Ed" he said lazily.
Your pipe is out. Don't you know
this lady's a lawyer?"
"Oh, a lady lawyerr' Ed cried. "Ex-
cuse me, lady. Set right down where
you please"
At this juncture the Judge entered,
and Ed raped with a paper weight
on the rail.
THE justice Of the courtw he bel
lowed. and the crowd in the courtroom
rose to its feet, with one notable ex-
ception.
"Git up derer' Ed Kissed. Don't
you know nartenT
Marion turned on him with a glare,
but the court officer greeted her with
a smile and broad wink. 1t was only
his little joke.
Bob Ellington seemed quite unmov.
ed. and when Konvalinka against
Schultz was called in its regular or.
der on the calendar he answered
"Ready!' without a tremor. Instead
Of old Judge Hannah, the presiding
Justice was a new incumbent-a law
yer Of such marked judicial dignity
that one rather suspected it might
cloak natural diffidence of shyness.
He turned toward Marion deferen.
tally.
Whom do you representa- he ask.
ed her.
"The plaintiff" she replied.
Il know" said his honor, "but what
attorney do you representa-"
81 am the attorney myself" she re.
piled.
The judge blushed, while Bob
frowned.
"And are you ready for trialY' asked
the judge.
"Yes, SIR" said Marion.