Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1915-05-20
CHAPTER XIV-continued.

I didn't ask to see the ladies'" pro-
tested Flanagan, turning with a stink
ing gait toward the door.
II they only had let him go If the
Judge in his new se1f-confldence had
not been so anxious to deepen the eff
feet and make any future repetition of
the situation impossiblei
You understand the lady" he in
terposed, with the quiet dignity which
was so imposing on the bench. she
has no sympathy with your ideas and
no faith in your conclusions. She be-
lieves absolutely in my sons limo
cence."
DO you, ma'am?" The man had
turned and was surveying her with the
logged impudence of his class. I'D
like to hear you say it, if you don't
mind, ma'am. Perhaps. then, I'll be-
lieve it,"
I" she began, trembling so, that
she failed to reach her feet, although
she made one spasmodic effort to do
so. Il believe-Oh, | feel i'll! It's
been too much" her head fell for
ward and she turned herself quite
away from them all
You see, she amt so eager, jedge,
as you thought" laughed the bilIpos-
ter, with a clumsy bow he evidently
meant to be sarcastic.
oh, what have I done!" moaned
Deborah, starting up as though she
would fling herself after the retreating
figure, now half way down the hall.
She saw in the look of the Judge as
he forCibly stopped her, and heard in
the lawyers whisper as he bounded
past them both to see the fellow out:
Useless; nothing will bride him
now" and finding no support for her
despairing spirit either on earth or, as
she thought, in heaven. she collapsed
where she sat and fell unnoticed to the
floor, where she lay prone at the feet
of the equally unconscious figure of
the judge, fixed III another attack of
his peculiar complaint.
And thus the lawyer found them
whom he returned from closing the
gate behind Flanagan.
-
Il cannot say anything, cannot do
anything till I have had a few words
with Mrs. Scovlle. How soon do you
think l can speak TO herr"
Not very soon. Her daughter says
she is quite worn out Would it not
be better to give her a rest for tonight.
judge?"
The judge, now quite recovered, but
strangely shrunk and wan, showed no
surprise at this request, odd as it was,
on the lips of this honest but some
what Grabbed lawyer, but answered out
of the fullness Of his own heart and
from the depths of his preoccupation:
Ny necessity is greater than her.
The change 7 say in her is mex
plicable. One moment she was all fire
and determination, satisfied of divers
innocence and eager to proclaim it.
The neXt-bIt you were with US. You
witnessed her hesitation-felt its
force and what its effect was upon
the damnable scamp who has our hon
or-thc honor of the Ostranders under
his tongue. Something must have pro-
dueed this change, What? good
friend, what?'
I don't know any more than you
do. Judge. But I think you are mis-
taken about the previous nature of her
feelings. I noticed that she was not
ct peace with herself when she came
into the room"
What's that?" The tone was short,
and for the first time irritable.
The change, if there was 8 change,
was not so sudden as you think. She
looked troubled. and as I thought, ir-
resolute when she came into the
room"
You don't know her; you don't
know what passed between US. She
was all right then. but--go to her,
Black. She must have recovered by
this time. Ask her to come here for a