The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1927-03-12


to allow the two sisters to greet each
other. When Faith had kissed Cher.
~ twice, her arms holding the little
figure tight against her breast, the
lawyer thrust out hand to his love.
ly little client.
Well, well, Miss Cherry, you're
looking a perfect pictured If all my
clients were as pretty as you are, I'd
never lose a case"
At the press tables, pencils raced
over pads of yellow paper. Two
artists sketched furiously.
Jim Lane, humble, darkly flushed
with shame at his conspicuousness,
stumbled toward his daughter, mum
bling something beneath his breath,
then, drawing trembling hand
across his eyes, he sank back into
his chair. Cherry fluttered to her
seat between her father and Faith.
What she said to Faith was char
acteristic: do I look all right,
honey? Gee, I'm scared stiff, but no.
body could tell it, could they? Isn't
Churchill the old hypocrite? had
an awful fight with him last night
because l told him 1 simply wouldn't
under any circumstances, no matter
how the trial goes against me, let
him try to slip a self-defense plea.
Thanks for these stockings, darling.
Aren't the little leather slippers
cute? The shoe store sent over the
incest salesman you ever saw. Tried
to flirt with me, the devil! Oh, by the
way, got four more proposals of
marriage yesterday. Churchill wants
ME to give the letters to the papers,
but I won't do it. Isn't he nut on
publicity? He'll simply die If they
don't run his picture and sketches
of him every day. Oh, that good
looking artist is sketching me now.
I hope he doesn't make my nose any
more pug than it is"
Faith listened with a slight smile
on her lips, slipping in q word now
and then, but her eyes were fixed on
the door through which Cherry had
come. What was keeping Chris
Wiley, Cherry's co-defendant?
Where is Chris, Cherry?" Faith
asked at last, in a whisper.
ooh, hadn't you heard?" Cherrys
eyes narrowed and her voice grew
cold. He is sick, OF so Churchill
says. Chris own special lawyer,
Mr.. Penny, is going to ask for sep
arate trial for Chris, because Church
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journed. He feels that he has sym
pathy for me up to fever heat now,
and he doesn't want it to cool dur
ing long adjournment"
But what is the matter with
Chris? The papers haven't men,
toned his Illness" Faith protested,
genuine concern in her voice,
HE was stricken with mastoditis
in the middle Of the night. and was
rushed to the hospital" Cherry an
swered carelessly. Hes being op-
Grated on this morning"
after all, Cherry, darling, Faith
reminded her gently, hes your hus-
band. Don't you care-at alp"
I'm sorry he's SICK" Cherry an
swered briefly, but her golden eyes
held no pity.
Further conversation between
them was interrupted by the court
crier announcing the approach of
the judge. The clatter of voices, the
rustic of papers, was stilled instant
ly, to be succeeded by the scraping
sound of hundreds of feet as every
person in the courtroom rose to pay
honor to the majesty of the law, in
the person of stern-faced, tight-lip-
ped old Judge Grinshaw, whose tall,
heavy body was draped in the black
folds of the traditional judges robes.
The court crier chanted with the
fervor of religious devotee the age
old formula, that fearful, spell-weav-
ing "ovez, ovez," which is the pre-
lude to every grim drama at which
the blind goddess presides.
Next-Wlile jurors are being
chosen, public sympathy veers
sharply toward Chris Wiley, lying
critically iii i'm a hospital.
Copyright, 1927, NEA Service, Inc.)