Western news and the Libby times. [volume] (Libby, Mont.) 1920-1933, 1931-10-08

| moment ago, you heard her revilpd. In
| the lowest terms a man can employ
toward woman, for the depths TO
which she has sunk. for the company
she keeps, for the life she leads YET
where can she 60 that her sin does
not pursue her? Yon would drive her
out. But where? Gentlemen. the very
promises of God are denied her. Who
was 1t said. Come unto ME all We that
ire heavy laden, and | will give you
rest? She is indeed heavy laden. this
trampled flower of the South. but II
at this instant she were to kneel down
before US all and confess her Re-
deemer. where Is the church that
would receive her, where the COM
mnnity that would take her In? Our
sex wrecked her once pure life. Her
own sex shrinks from her as from
pestilence. Society has reared its re-
lentless walls against her Only in the
friendly shelter OF the grave can her
betrayed and broken heart ever find
the Redeemer's promised rest The
gentleman who so eloquently spoke be-
fore me told you of her assumed
names, Of her sins, OF her habits. He
never, for all his eloquence, told you
OF her sorrows, her agonies. her hopes.
her despairs. But could tell you.
could tell you OF the desperate day
the red-letter day in the banner OF the
great Oklahoma country-when she
tried to win home for herself where
she could live In decency and quiet.
When the remembered voices
OF father and mother andasisters and
brothers fall like music on her erring
ears who shall tell what this
heavy heart. sinful though 1t may
seem to you and to me under
standing. pity. help, like music on her
erring soul OH, gentle
men IS. gentlemen =
Gut by this time the gentlemen, be-
tween emotion and tobacco juice. were
having such difficulty with their
Adams apples as to make wholesale
strangling seem inevitable. The beau
tiful flexible voice went on. the hands
Wove their enchantment. the eyes
held you In their spell. The pompous
figure Of little Pat Leary shrank.
dwindled. disappeared before their
minds eye. The harlot Dixie Lee, in
her black. became woman romantic.
piteous, appealing. Sabra Cravat, her
pencil flying over her paper, thought
grimly:
1T isn't true. Don't believe him. |
He is wrong. He has always been |
wrong. For fifteen years he has al
ways been wrong. Don't believe him.
shall have to print this How lovely |
his voice is. It's like knife In my |
heart | mustn't look at his eyes.
His hands-what was that he said?-I
must keep my mind on music
on ner erring soul OH my
love 81. I ought to hate him
| do hate him. !"
1t was finished. Yancey walked to
his seat, sat as before. the great
buffalo head lowered. the lids closed
over the compelling eyes, the beauti-
full hands folded. relaxed.
The good men and true OF the jury
filed solemnly out through the crowd
that made way for them. AS solemnly
they crossed the dusty road and re-
paired to draw at the roadside.
where they squatted on such bits of
rock or board as came to hand. Sol
EMMY, briefly, and with utter disre-
gard OF Its legal aspect. they dis
,ussed the case-if their inartlculate
could be termed dis
,ussion. The courtroom throng, scat
ering for refreshment. had barely
.ime to down its drink before the jury /
stamped heavily across the road and
nto the noisome courtroom. If
:. find the defendant, Dixie
ZEE not guilty" Il