The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1931-08-07
"Why not?"

Because you can't. Because I've
been fighting her. Because the Wig
wan has come out against all that she
stands for"
"Why, Sabra, honey, where are You
thinking of sending herr"
Away. Away from Osage."
"But where?"
81 don't know. / don't care. Things
have changed since you went away.
Went away and left me-"
"Nothing's changed. It's all the
same Dixies been stoned in the
market place for two thousand years
and more. Driving her out is not
going to do 1t. You've got to drive
the devil out Of"
"Yancey Cravat, are you preaching
to me? You who left your wife and
children to- starve for all you caredl
And now you come back and you take
this creatures part against every re-
spectacle woman in Osage-against
mel"
II know it. l can't help it, Sabra."
'I'll tell you what / think" cried
Sabra--the Sabra Cravat who had
been evolved in the past five years.
II think you're crazy! They've all
said so. And now / know they are
right"
"AIaybe So"
"If you dare to think of disgracing
me by defending her. And your chill
dren. I've fought her for months in
the paper. A miserable creature like
that! Your own wife-a laughing
stockton a-a-"
"The territory's rotten. But, by
Cd, every citizens still got the legal
right to fight for existence" He put
her gently aside.
She went mad. She became wild
cat. She tried to hold him. She
beat herself against him. 1t was like
an Infatuated sparrow hurting itself
upon mastodon. IF you dare! Why
did you come back? I hate you.
What's she to you? say you won't.
| I'd rather see you dead I'd kill you
first. That scum! That filth! That
harlotr"
Her dignity was gone. He lifted
her, scratching, kicking, clawing. set
her gently down in the chair in front
Of her desk. The screen slammed
His quick, light step across the porch,
down the stairs. Crumpled, tear
stained, wild as she was, and with her
| hat on one side she reached auto
matically for her pencil, pad of
| copy paper, and wrote a new head
"Vice Again Triumphs Over Justice"
| Then, with what composure she could
summon, she sped down the dusty road
| to where the combination Jail and
| courthouse-a crude wooden building
sat broiling in the sun.
Because of the notoriety of the de-
room would have been crowded enough
| in any case. But the news of Yam
ceys abrupt departure from the Sunny
! Southwest saloon-and the reason for
| it-had spread from house to house
| through the little town with the rapid
| ity of forest fire leaping from tree
to tree. Mad Yancey Cravat's latest
| freak Men left their offices, their
| stores; women their cooking, their
cleaning. The jury so hastily assem-
| bled, Pat Leary in a solemn suit Of
black, Dixie Lee with her girls, even
Judge Sipes himself seemed in mo-
mentary danger of being trampled by
| the milling mob. 1t was travesty Of
| courtroom.
The jury was hard-faced lot for
| the most part. Piucked from the
plains or the hills; halting of speech.
slow Of mind, quick on the trigger. A
slow. Rhythmic motion Of the jaw was
| evidence that a generous preliminary
bite of plug served as a precaution to
soothe the nerves and steady the
judgment.
This legal farce had already begun
before Yancey made his spectacular
entrance.
"Case of the Territory of Oklahoma
versus Dixie Lee!" $50 they had
made 1t territorial case. )
Counsel for the territory Of Okla
homa!" Pat Leary stood up. q. for
the OeIcuSG. lNO OuG. Lie close
packed courtroom was nightmare of
staring eyes and fishlike mouths
| greedily devouring Dixie Lees white.
ravaged face. Oddly enough, COM
, pared to these, she seemed pure, aloof,
exquisite. 1.-THE defendant having
failed to provide herself with counsel,
| it is my duty. according to the laws
of the government Of the United States
and the territory of Oklahoma to APP
point counsel for the defendant" He
shifted his quid. the while his cunning,
red-rimmed eyes roved solemnly
through the crowd seeking the shyster,
Gwin Larkin. A stir In the close
packed crowd; murmur. II hereby
| appoint" The murmur swelled.
"Order in the court"
"Your honor!"
Towering above the crowd, forging
his way through it like some relent-
less force of nature, came the great
buffalo head, the romantic Rough
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