The Prince George's enquirer and southern Maryland advertiser. (Upper Marlborough, Md.) 1882-1925, 1915-03-12
1917 - popD. MEAD y co1nH4N1


II 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, madam"
Beaten, beaten by a direct assault,
because she possessed the weaknesses.
as we'll as the pluck. Of woman. She
could control the language Of her lips,
but not their quivering: she could
r4eet 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.
er at once, 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 il 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-turvyi A lion does not stop to
mediate; he springs. And Archibald
Ostrander has the nature Of a lion.
Mrs. Scoville, this is a very serious
matter. 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 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
yeriiks 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 hts business. How came John
Scovile to hang. without thought be-
ing given to the man who hated A. Ether
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 hts
low-doWn stamp either.
high and mighty name shouldn't
shield q man who sent q poor. unfriended
wretch to his death In order to save his
own bacon.
''Horrible!" murmured Deborah,
drawing back in terror of her own
emotion. TITS the work of some I'M
placable enemy taking advantage of
the situation have created. Mr..
Black, this man must be found and
made to see that no one will believe,
not even Scoville's widow"
There! you needn't go any fur
ther with that" admonished the law.
yer. Have you any idea who this per
son is?"
Not the least In the world
II ask because of this" he explained,
picking out another letter and smil-
ingly holding 1t out toward her. She
read it with flushed cheeks,
Listen to the lady. Tou can't listen to
any one nicer. What she wants she can
get. There's q 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 possibility. of course. that
this statement was lie.
stuff, isn't it?" muttered the law
yer Never mind, we'll soon have
r. a
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