Tombstone epitaph., 1917-03-04
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Because know that back of this ests seeking to dispose of Anse Hsvey so that they may plumber his people"
 The lawyer wheeled on the judge.
 "I must ask your honor to admon fish this witness against such false and improper charges-or to punish her for contempt" he blazed furiously.
 But the judge spoke without great severity as he cautioned: Yes, the witness must not seek to imply mo tives to the prosecution"
 The attorney took another step for ward with a malicious smile. He paused that the next question and it's answer might fall on the emphasis of a momentary silence. Then he point ed finger toward the girl. with the manner of one branding a false wit ness. and demanded:
 "Is there any sentimental attach ment between you and this defendant. Anse Havey?"
 There was a moments dead silence in the courtroom, and Anse saw Jua- nita's face go white. Then he saw her finger nails whiten as they lay in her lap and a sudden flush spread to her face
 She looked toward the judge. and at once the lawyer for the defense was on his feet with the old objection; "The question is irrelevant"
 Then, while counsel tilted with each other. the girl drew a long breath. and the man whose life was in the balance turned pale, too. not because of this, but because the woman he loved had been asked the question which was more to him than life and death-a question he had never dared to ask himself.
 T think" ruled the court, "the oues- tion is relevant as going to prove the credibility of the witness"
 So she must answer.
 The prisoners finger nails bit into his palms and he smothered low oath between E.s clenched teeth. but Juanita Holland only looked at the cross-examiner with a clear-eyed and serene glance Of scorn under which he seemed to shrivel She replied with the dignity of young queen who can afford to ignore insults from the gut ter.
 None whatever"
 The defendant sat back in his chair and the smile left his lips as though he had been struck by a thunderbolt. He knew that his case was won, and yet as he saw her leave the witness stand and the courtroom. he felt sicker at heart than he had felt since he could remember. He would almost have preferred condemnation with the hope against hope left somewhere deep in his heart that there slept in hers an echo to his unuttered love
 The question he had never dared to ask she had answered-answered un. der oath. and liberty seemed now a very barren gift
 was going out he saw figure in con. sultation with the prosecutor-a figure which had not been inside the doors during the trial It was Mir. Trevor of Louisville and he was testify saying "Oh, well. there are more ways of killing a cat than by choking 1t with butter"
 Anse Havey did not require the in depreciation of an oracle for that cryptic comment He knew that the effort to dispose of him would not end with his acquittal.
  Juanita was going away to enlis, her staff of teachers and arrange foi the equipment of the little hospital 1 and Anse did not tell her 2: ais inse curi.-.
 You'll promise to be very carefu. while I'm gone, won't you?" she de manded. as they sat together the night before she left.
 I'll try to last till you get back" he smiled. He was sitting with pipe fir his hand-a pipe which had gone ou1 and been forgotten. In the darkness Of the porch every thing was vague but herself. She seemed to him to be luminous by some light of her own. She was a very wonderful and desirable star shining l far out of reach of his world. Suddenly she laughed. and hs asked:
 What is it?"
 q was just thinking what fool was when 1 came here," she answered Did you know that brought piano | with me as far as Peril? It's beer there over a year"
 "A piano," he echoed. then they both laughed
 q might as well have tried to brinf along the Philadelphia city hall." sh' admitted Just the same. there have been times when it would have mean lot to me. an awful lot. if coult have had that piano. l don't know whether music means so much to you but to me"
 | T know" he broke in. "I some times low that life ain't much else ex cept the summin' up of the things : feller dreams. Music Is like dream' it makes dreams. Yes. know some thin about that"
 She went away and, though she wal not long gone. her absence seemed in terminable to Anse Havey. He me her at the train on her return with 1 starved idolatry in his eyes. and to gether they rode back across th'