Cheyenne record., 1915-07-29
To one who swoons but seldom. tn,

sometimes with un1mag1na0l6 nOrrOr.
It was such to Deborah; the pain and
horror holding her till her eyes. -nc-
customed to realities again, saw in the
angel face which foated before her
vision amid swarm of demon masks,
the sweet arc solicitous countenance
Of Reuther.
Reuther, taking her mothers hand
in hers, said softly:
Il knew you were not seriously i'll.
only frightened by the crowd and their
senseless shoutings. Don't think of it
any more, dear mother. The people
are dispensing now, and you will soon
be quite restored and ready to smile
with us at an attack SO groundless it
is little short of absurd"
Astonished at such tranquility where
she had expected anguish II not stark
unreason. doubling her eyes, her ears
for this was no longer her deli
cate, suffering Reuther to be shielded
from all unhappy knowledge, but a
woman as strong If not as wise to the
situation cg herself-she scrutinized
the child closely. then turned her gaze
slowly about the room. and started in
painful surprise, as she perceived
standing in the space behind her the
tall figure of Judge Ostrander.
Pardon" she entreated, forgetting
Reuther's presence in her conscious
ness Of the misery she had brought
upon her benefactor. II never meant
II never dreamed"
"oh. no apologies!" Was this the
Judge speaking? The tone was an ad-
monitory, not suffering one. It was
not even that Of a man humiliated or
distressed. you have had unfor-
tunate experience, but that is over
now and SO must your distress be-"
Then, as in her astonishment she
dropped her hands and looked up, he
added very quietly, your daughter
has been much disturbed about you,
but not at all about Oliver or his good
name. She knows my son too well.
and SO do you and l. to be long af-
fected by the virulent outcrfes of a
mob seeking for an object upon which
to expend their spleen"
Deborah was glad to sit silent un-
de- 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 man
incapable of 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 OIL
yer Ostrander."
Some words ring in the heart long
after their echo has left the ear. I'm
possible! Deborah stole look at the
Judge. But he was gazing at Reuther.
where he well might gaze, II his sink
ing heart craved support or his
abashed mind sought to lose itself in
the enthusiasm Of this pure soul, with
its loving. uncalculating Instincts.
Tell the Judge who is as confident
OF Oliver as I am myself that you are
confident, too. That you could no
more believe him capable Of this abom-
Unable act than you could believe it
Of my father"
II will-tell-the judge" stammered
the unhappy mother. Judge" she
briefly declared. as she rose with the
help of her daughters arm, my mind
agrees with yours. in this matter. What
you think. think" And that was all
she could say.
AS she fell again into her seat, the
Judge turned to Reuther:
Leave your mother for a little
WHILE" he urged, with that rare gentle
ness he always showed her. Let her
rest here few minutes longer, alone
with me-"
Eyes. Reuther," murmured Deborah.
seeing no way Of avoiding this inevi-
table interview. Il am feeling bet
ter every minute. WIN come soon"
The young girls eye fa1tered from
one to the other, then settled, with q
strange and imploring look upon her
mother. Had her clear intelligence
pierced 1t last to the core of that
mothers miseryf Had she seen, what
Deborah would have spared her at the
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