The review. [volume] (High Point, N.C.) 1908-19??, 1916-03-30

| Max Did Not Turn His Head.
whe1ming odds and never yielded a.
single step without fierce opposition.
Yet the trials result was a fore
gone conclusion.
On the very last day of the trial.
| Mrs. Travis created painful scene by
rushing into court and throwing her
arms around June, weepingly declar
| ing herself a wicked old woman for
having turned her back on the girl,
and vowing that never again would
she forsake her.
Mrs. Travis cher family pride and
resentment swept away by sudden
impulse Of love toward the stricken
girl she had abandoned) held June
close pressed to her heart and cried
out sobbingly to the Judge:
"She is mine! She is my own little
girl! And you shan't send her to
prison!"
The jury was out less than half an
hour and returned grimly to the box
with the unanimous verdict of
"GUlLTY!"
June cid not finch as she heard the
word; the most terrible word in all
cur language. The same strange light
that had come into her face on the
night when she had refused to es-
cape, still glowed there. Calm, un-
afraid, she listened to the verdict.
With the same calmness, she rose
and stood facing the judge, to receive
her sentence.
The judge was an old man. He had
known June from babyhood. He had
been close friend of Mrs. Travis
husband, in the carly days; and was
still a constant visitor at the Travis
home. June pitied him fer the grim
task that was now his.
Prisoner at the bar" said the
judge, his deep voics untinged by any
emotion. "a jury of your peers Las
found you guilty on every count O.
the various indictments against you
1t Is a just verdict. In view of the
evidence, it was the only verdict the
jury could honestly have agreed upon
''My own duty is equally clear" ha
went on. The law, through it's admir-
istrators, must protect the public. By
virtue Of my office, 1t is my preroga
tive to decide to what extent you are
a menace to the uublic; and to act &C
cordingly. Whils there can DE nc
reasonable doubt that you committed
the crimes WIZ erewith you were
charged, yet it as also been estab
lished-to the &C urt's satisfaction, al
least-that thost crimes were com
m1tted under tho stress of a certaiZ
psychic influence The court is also
convinced that th 1t evil influence nc
longer exists. It the courts belief
that the influence will not return, ans
that you will thus We no longer a meT
ace to society.
Therefore, he reDy release you, O.
parole-in the Gus tody of Mrs. Travis
!"
drowned in tumult of applause that
The court made no imperative effors
% check.
A year dragged by. A long, bittei
rear to Max Lamar, who had found
liE1se1f unable to shake June's re
'olve, and who, 60 keep his promise
lad forced himself to remain at a dir
ance from her.
One early spring day he sat In hi
private Office, Estlessly going owe
ome papers in a case he was prepar
ng. The warmth and beauty of thu
ay called to hill. through the oper
window. But he llave it no heed and
worked on, with u heavy heart.
The Office door pened, slowly, as II
ushed By ttmid nI gers. Max did NOT
urn his head.
Suddenly, two soft hands were
ressed across his byes; and hts head
vas gently drawn b ack against WON
ms breast. With IN unbelievipg CRY
( utter joy he sprs ng to his feet.
The next instant June Travis wai
4 his arms.
Max" she fa1tt red, when at last
q let her speak. Twelve come
s promised-to tell you the Red
ircle Is gone and that IL will never
ONE back. And-and to ask you II
ou'd-if you'd care to replace it
18th another circle? A gold one, this
me. dear-with--with a diamoMf G
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