The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1920-07-09

There had been Qdy when instead
of that derisive grin, resepct would
have greeted his name. He vaguely
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-unfortu.
nately-he had forgotten it.
"Er-certainly, your honor. 1 have
l-er-not as yet had an opportunity
to consult my client"
At this naive expression of the OBJ
vious and tired judge repressed
tsmile, and responded with a slightly
Exaggerated courtesy:
Till the morning?"
! Eyes"
Jim Whalen in the dock studied
1.-THE face Of the Judge, noted the leering
flashes Of witticism ripping down the
rows of diverted attorneys, blanched
Fat the blank, heavy face of Manovitch
land shuddered. 1t was all over, but
the farce of trial. He was to 20 to
the pen. God! There was Mamie.
Mccullough approached him, fussily
professional. His thin face was SUI
fused with nervous, hectic vigor As
fclient and attorney passedfor a con
fsultation into one of the big empty
jury rooms, Whalen cast a swift
glance over his shoulder to where
Mahovitch stood whispering to the
prosecuting attorney. He saw them
both glance at him and grin. When
he turned again to the solicitous Nc
tCollough 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 a message from Manovitch
as Whalen sluk past: after a year
parole You gotta go quiet"
Whalen snarled ferociously as he
lslouched on. He paid no heed to Nc
RCollough'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
flor dinner Mccullough concealed his
exultation under professional non
lchalance. Slipping his tea, he smiled
Equietly 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!"
I "Eh?"
81 mean-yes! And do you think
lyou can clear him."
The acknowledgement for the mo-
ment-that this was daily occur
Erence was bravely maintained. He
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proud wife. Her love held an almost
maternal quality. He must be
Eshielded from the world-and from
the effect of that awful thing that
Ehad happened to them She assisted
lat the fiction of business because she
knew it was good for him. She would
ihave 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 pursed his judicial lips. "Oh-i
don't know. HIM. There are, l be-
lieve strongly discriminating circuln-
stances"
MY" The interest in her sweet
lvoiec was not for Whalen accused of
breaking and entering-whatever that
meant.
"Eh?-yes. But the prisoner must
lhave the beneft-the full benefit-of
Ievery reasonable doubt" This with
1.-The democratic ferocity of magma
character.
ooh, of counsel" she fastened
All that afternoon Mccullough porec
-undisturbed!-ov his law books.
Towards evening he carried severs!
volumes home, Rugged to his lean side.
| His wife had brushed anew an al
ready too well brushed suit of rusty
black. A frayed white tie, freshly
lironed, was submitted for inspection
1.-The worn part was carefully mended.
! Newell P. Mccullough kissed his
lwife awkwardly. A long look passed
between them. 1t was as though the
WEARY, undaunted soul of the white
haired woman was sending a mes
Usage How goes it?" to her beloved.
He did not smile an answer, but the
muscles about his mouth frightened
land he threw back his great head in
the old way she loved.
There were no children-at home
The daughter of whom they seldom
|spoke nowadays was an unforgetable,
lcrushing memory. When Renaissance
linterwove the lost girl into their
speech, eliptics were painfully en-
lployed.
1t was not as though she were dead
1t was not as though they knew that