The Pickens sentinel. (Pickens, S.C.) 1911-2016, 1916-01-06


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 quvering; she could
Lteet 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. ut 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
a triie overwhelmed by the results
of your ill-considered Investigations.
Does the town know? Has the
thing become q 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 a general topi,
as yet" Then shortly and with law
. yerlike directness:
"Look over these. Do they look a
all familiar?"
She glanced down at the crumplet
sheets and half-sheets he had spread
out before her. They wero similar ii
appearance to the one she had picked
up on the Judges grounds, but the
language was more forcible, as wit
ness these:
When man Is trusted to defend an.
| other on trial for his life, he's supposed
to know his business. How came John
Scovill lie to hang. without thought be.
Ing given to the man who hated a. Ether
CHAP who more than once in the old days
boasted that he'd like to kill the fellow
And 1t wasn't Scoville or any one of his
low-down stamp either.
a high and mighty name shouldn't
shield II man who sent q poor, unfriendet
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 l have created. Mr.
Black, this man must be found ant
made to see that no one will believe
not even Scovilles widow"
There! you needn't go any fur
ther with that" admonished the law
yer. Have you any idea who this per
son is?"
mot 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 1t with flushed cheeks.
Listen to the lady. You can't listen tc
any one nicer. What she wants she car
ges. There's witness you never saw o,
heard Of.
A witness they had never heard Of!
What witness? Scarcely could she lif,
up her eyes from the paper. Yet
there was a possibility, of course, that
this statement was lie.
| STUFF, isn't it?" muttered the law
: yer. Never mind, we'll soon have
0 hold of the writer" His face hat
:, taken on much more serious aspect
and she could no longer complain o.
h his Indifference or even Of his sar
r casm
t "You Will give me another opportu
$ nifty of talking Win you on this mat
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