The Washington times., 1930-10-07

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blue eyes, yearning with all
her heart to reach across to
him, to take his strong, brown
hands in hers, and go away
waiting in fever of i'm
patience for the thing to be
over. so she could go home
"Cathie! You're wool-gather-
ing!" Ruth whispered right in
Cathie's ear.
It am not!" Cathie wnis-
pered back, indignant because
it was true. Darn Ruth any
way, always interfering, always
telling her what to do!
Set for Speech
Mr.. Macmillan was on his
feet now. Oh, Lord, he was go
ing to make a long speech.
When he put his hands in his
pockets and swayed back and
forwards that way it always
meant a long speech.
May 1t please the court"
his sonorous voice rang out,
for all the world like an actor
approaching his best bit in the
play.
Good for an hour!" Cathie
mouthed at Gordon, feeling
wicked and reckless the way
she used to feel long ago in
school, when she mouthed mes
sages across to Addie White
about the teacher. And when
she looked at him. and saw
his familiar. answering twinkle.
and remembered all that had
happened since she saw it last
and where she really was,
and how nearly it had come
to being the end of all tWinkles
for her and Gordon, a lump
rose in her throat and the tears
sprang to her eyes. So she
didn't hear the speech after all.
She was too busy wiping her
eyes, and trying not to break
down after there was no more
need for it.
There wasn't a dry eye in
the courtroom when District
Attorney Macmillan made the
motion for the beautiful young
widows release on behalf of the
people Of the State of Califor-
MA" one scribe wrote in a
flowery account of Cathie's ac-
uuittal at the hands Of Judge
East for the morning papers.
Free Again
Maybe there wasn't. Ger.
tainly Cathie wasn't dry-eyed.
But she didn't hear word of
it. And neither the rush of con-
gratulations that followed, nor
the storm of applause from the
thrilled and delighted spec
tators who just wouldn't listen
to the bailitt's pounding to1
order, made her realize just
how lucky she was, and just
how unusual it is for a district
attorney to ask Judge for a
prisoners release.
And how does it feel to be
free again?" newspaper re-
porters asked her.
Have you a statement for
the press?"
Are you going to prosecute
Chester Farnsworth for per-
jury?"
Sure, she's worn out, the
poor child" Ma answered. pro-
tecting her. Later she'll an
swer all your questions. But
not now-don't ask her she's
been through too much!"
THANK you-thank you so
much!" Cathie murmured over
and over, to Mr.. Macmillan. to
Mr.. Mclaughlin, to Mr.. Allen,
to Mr.. Gunther-to policemen,
md policewomen, and news
paper women and everyone who
crowded up to shake her hand.
and congratulate her.
And all the while she was
straining and leaning toward
the door . toward the door
that led out away from
Jail towards home.
Ma had her by one arm. Cor
don by the other -. oh. so
different from the policewoman
and a deputy sheriff.
DON'T cry NOW!" Ruth
begged, passing her the fourth
handkerchief that morning. MY
Lord, it's all over. I'm sure Ma
and I are glad if you aren't!"
$50 Happy"
Nov don't worry the child,
Ruth. It's the reaction and
all she's been through :.
Cathie. darlin'-the policeman
with the red hair wants to say
good-by to you---"
THE cars waiting outside,
Mrs. Paige. I can take you ALL"
Gordon was saying. "Cathie, 7
suppose you'll want to go with
your mother?"
Mary Paige stood still in her
tracks. Halted the whole tri-
umphal procession. And where
else should Cathie want to go?
Where else indeed, but ner own
home?"
And then Cathie did break
down. Gordon almost carried
her to the car. People stood
back in respectful silence, made
a narrow hllvren lane for them
to mass through. .-...
"I'm so h-harpy!" Cathie was
sobbing.
She was crying because she
was going home i. home to
the old white cottage, on Clara
Street.