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

sist the court by representing the
prisoner"
A broad flicker of amusement pulsed
in the faces Of the lawyers.
Mccullough rose, trembling and
flushed. 1t was a great moment His
meager frame stiffened at the Taxed
jaws of the covertly grinning bar
There had been a day when instead
of that derisive grin, resepct would
have greeted his name. He vaguely
admitted to himself painful preoc-
|cupation Of mind these twelve years
back but-he would show them! He
had never lain down under his mis-
fortune. He had been crushed down
He had forgotten more law than most
of them ever knew. But-Nunfortu
nately-he had forgotten it.
"Er-certainly, your honor. have
|-er-not as yet had an opportunity
to consult my client"
At this naive expression Of the OBJ
vious and tired Judge repressed a
smile, and responded with slightly
exaggerated courtesy:
It'll the morning?"
eyes,"
Jim Whalen in the dock studied
the face of the Judge, noted the leering
flashes of witticism ripping down the
rows Of diverted attorneys, blanched
at the blank, heavy face of Manovitch
and shuddered. It was all over, but
the farce of trial. He was to go to
the pen. God! There was Mamie.
Mccullough approached him, fussily
professional. His thin face was SUI
fused with nervous, hectic vigor. AS
client and attorney passedfor a con
sultation into one of the big empty
jury rooms, Whalen cast a swift
glance over his shoulder to where
Manovitch stood whispering to the
prosecuting attorney. He saw them
both glance at him and grin. When
he turned again to the solicitous Nc
Collough his face was as white as the
walls of the jury room.
An hour later the prisoner slouched
back to the Jail in the custody Of an
attendant. A nondescript person
murmured message from Manovitch
as Whalen sluk past: After year
parole. You gotta go quiet"
Whalen snarled ferociously as he
slouched on. He paid no heed to Nc
Collough's reassuring smile from the
doorway.
From the little woman with the pa
tient eyes who greeted him when he
returned home much later than usual
for dinner Mccullough concealed his
exultation under a professional non
chalance.. Slipping his tea, he smiled
quietly across the table.
ooh, by the way, Pm defending a
man named Whalen accused of break
ling and entering"
The little woman's fond eyes beamed
with afectionate pride then suddenly
filled.
"Newell!"
"Eh?"
II mean-yes! And do you think
you can clear him?"
The fiction-forgotten for the mo-
mentr that this was a daily occur
renee was bravely maintained. He
was great lawyer and she was his
proud wife, Her love held an almost
maternal quality. He must be
shielded from the woodland from
the effect of that awful thing that
had happened to them. She assisted
at the fiction of business because she
knew it was good for him. She would
have assisted in any delusion of his
MANNED life that made for a little
happiness where so much of happiness
was deserved. And she knew that his
great passion now was to make things
easier for her. And she assisted him,
too, in that passion.
He pprsed his judicial lips. "Oh-i
don't know. HIM. There are. be-
lieve strongly discriminating circ'im.
stances"
"My!" The interest in her sweet
voice was not for Whalen accused OF
breaking and neutrality-suspicious. that
meant.
"Eh?-yes. But the prisoner must
have the benefit-the full benefit-of
every reasonable Doubt" This with
the democratic ferocity of magma
character.
"0h. of course!" she fastened.
| All that afternoon Mccullough porec
-undisturbed!-ove his law books.
Towards evening he carried severa!
volumes home, Rugged to his lean side.
His wife had brushed anew an al
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