The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1920-07-09

burly attorney Manovitch,. who an
swered from his place at the attor-
ney's table with swift, reassuring
nod.
"Have you an attorney to defend
your" asked the tired judge.
"No, your honor. l am too poor
to-"
The tired judge turned to Mr.. Mich,
OILS, the prosecuting attorney.
what do you say, Mr.. Nichols?"
The prosecuting attorney carelessly
nodded; then half rising:
81 move that the Court assign an
attorney to represent the accused from
the attorneys present in court"
The judge cast his eyes furtively
over some papers on his desk. Then
he glanced down at the attorneys
table and asked:
"Mr. Williams, will you kindly act?"
Williams, a bald man with an alb
rupt mustache, bowed obediently. then
met the eye of the burly attorney
Monovitch who smiled.
The accused man turned with re-
lieved grin to pallid fellow-culprit
who crouched next to him in the dock.
The pallid prisoner whispered sullen-
ly:
you're looked after'-but me-
His drawn face expressed sheer ter
ror. There were reasons why the boss
-Manovitch-might let him go to the
pen. He had, the day before, got a
swift hint at it. We-e-ll, he had meant
to play the game-but there was
Mamie the Coke
The Judge was speaking. "Yes, Mr..
Williams, can give you until tomor.
row afternoon to prepare your de-
tense. There is''-he glanced at the
clerks docket---'this Whalen case to
dispose of. But l will first ascertain
as to Whalen's plea and as to an at
torney. James Whalen, stand up!"
The pallid prisoner. rose, and
glanced in a wild, swift appeal to
where Monovitch sat hunched over the
attorneys table But the great under
worlds legal adviser stared unrecog-
nizingly at him with his narrowed
eyes.
Jim Whalen winched. He was not
then to be Cooked after" Damn
you!" he snarled in silent rage and
terror.
Manovitch sensed the noiseless curse
and, grinning, shrugged his heavy
shoulders. Whalen must go.
The world of lawlessness has its
own laws. Booty-taxes are not with
immunity to be evaded. Taxes are
as essential to organized lawlessness
as they are to society Whalen sent
to the pen would have salutary eff
feet on the other wolves.
Whalen gulped; then pleaded hope
less mot guilty" to the verbose in
dictment.
"Are you represented by an attor-
ney?" asked the tired judge, glancing
at his notes again.
"No-I amt got no money to pay
no mouthpiece''
The Judge glanced furtively at Man
oyitch. then back at his notes again.
then he understood.
No lawyer had been Suggested
The judge coughed, listened to the
usual motion from the prosecuting at
torney, then cast his eye .selectingly
down the long rows of lawyers. sOne
Of the young men would do.
There was an amused conjecture on
the, faces of the lawyers, When an
attorney was to be assigned who had
not been suggested, the matter be-
came joke. There was no pay in
the job, and of course it was under
stood that no lawyerwith any practice
would be assigned Some of the
younger lawyers recognized in the ap-
pointment an opportunity to get their
names before the public and many
attended court for this reason
And Newell P. Mccullough attended,
though he was not young lawyer by
some thirty-five years. Since he hal
dazedly Watched his large practice
dwindle away from him, twelve years
before, he had waited for his chance
again
The judges eye came at last to rest
speculatively upon his stopped shout
ders, his mild, supreme-court-judge
face. his lack-luster eyes that held NO
yigor. He recalled how two years
before he had selected Mccullough to
defend the woman charged with va
grancy; how his meager. abstracted
defense had been beaten down by the
yirulent district attorney, and how
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