The Wolf Point herald. (Wolf Point, Mont.) 1913-1940, 1929-07-26

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Sybil glanced at the watch OF
!, her wrist.
/, "Eight-thirty!" she cried. "Anc
court begins at nine. Wen hav,
to hurry. Do you feel up to it
mother-or had you rather stay
right here, and rest?"
up to it," Mrs. Thorne put a
hand on each arm of the big red
chair. "My dear, I feel like a new
woman. Do you know what I'm
going to do?"
She raised herself to her feet
and surveyed her children with
quiet dignity.
I'm going to sue that man.
don't know exactly how it can be
done, but III see a lawyer today.
There must be some law for the
protection of a client or patient in
confidential consultation. Maybe
he is practicing Illegally. There
will be some way of getting at him.
I'll sue him for 800. 000-and at
tach everything he's got! He
thinks I'm nothing but a neurotic.
silly old woman. I'll show him.
childreni"
Laughing, they crowded about
her, to pat her shoulders and kiss
he faded cheeks.
Get my hat, VAL" she com
manded briskly. tits up on my
bed, dear. And hurry ND or we'll
all be late!"
Everybody, it seemed, was in
court when they reached there.
Dolly Weston rushed up and kiss
ed Sybil effusive1y. The Moores
came to shake hands-Jack and
Mabel-quietly confident.
Mrs. West, garrulous and excit-
ed, put her arms about Sybil and
pecked Mrs. Thorne. Groups Of
smatly-dressed women bow ed
when they passed. Girls with
whom Sybil had gone to school
reached over the backs of the
courtroom benches to clasp her
hand. Mrs. Grayson bowed ser
enely fom across the room.
There yer a great many strang-
IFS and a number of intimates.
Most of their casual friends had ;
he good breeding to stay away. {
tut there were a number of wo-
men with whom Sybil had a bow
ng acquaintance. |
They seemed engrossed with re- {
note objects when Sybil glanced '
heir way. Some of them craned
o look out the windows. Others t
absorbed in contemplation of
he throngs that crowded through v
he corridors to the court room G
DOR, where a court officer in a
lue uniform with brass buttons
efused further admittance. 7
Reporters at the press table v
sked questions of one another
agerly:
who's that shaking hands with d
now? Mrs. Grayson. Did you "
ee the dame with the lorgnette h
igh-hatting her? Those are Vim b
ent Club girls talking with her :
ow. Say, this looks like a
lass meeting of the Four Hun
red. There's Newhall COM
lg in. This may hurt him
Officially. That's her brother.
\. Well, they're all giving
err the glad hand. Oh, no,
icy stares. Plenty of
hobs, I'd say. Pretty tough,
MT it?"
Waiting. Waiting. What was
lie delay? Where was the de-
ndant? The judge, stern in his
ack gown, frowned and fdgeted.
hat was a court officer he had
eckoned to the bench. There
a whispered conversation.
The Judge like an old woman
gging a Handkerchief out of her
,tticoat pocket-ished in the
Ids of his robe. Glared belliger- $
.tly at his watch. Restored it to
S pocket and settled his heavy
irts modestly about him. u.
Where was Richard?
Mr.. Peterson leaned toward Sy-
Neither your husband nor his
are here. The Judge
~ dismiss the case"
in the corridor. Elk
ed whispers. Something h d
opened. One felt it in the air
that stuffy courtroom when the
Dr. swung open and a court Off
:, fumbling at his brass buttons,
to the judges bench.
The judge leaned toward, cup
his ear with his hand. Nod
| gravely and sat for a moment
Mr.. Peterson"
fr. Peterson approached the
lch.
Mrs. Eustis, will you come
e. please?"
CHAPTER XII
something had happened. Some
ng dreadful. On her feet, Sybil
suddenly dizzy. Perhaps she
w male. for a man in a blue