The Detroit tribune. (Detroit, Mich.) 1935-1966, 1936-07-18
SILENT COUNSELOR
ALMA BEAN Lovingly
(By ALMA BEAN Lovingly

tically on and on.
Just like mems lives, JASON"
Nancy murmured mo matter what
| happens, we must keep moving
we can't stop - we continue to
| breath until God wills otherwise"
Jason pressed her slender fling
| ers.
Little philosopher"
There was slight stir in the
court room, Jason looked around.
Reporters were chatting joking
each other. Spectators waited,
talking quietly, some chewing gum,
while few nibbled sandwiches.
Fragments of conversation was
heard.
What do you think the verdict
will be?
Cant tell"
One woman large and important
with deep blue eyes, glanced at
Jason and Nancy.
Fine looking, don't you think 2?
and she turned toward her COM
panion, a tiny little woman with
sharp bright brown eyes, and a
pointed nose. A small brown wart
reposed conspiciously grudgingly
Yes they look rather we'll"
she admitted grudgingly.
Two well dressed colored girls
eyed Nancy's trim figure with en-
Wy.
What wouldn't l give to be in
her shoes, said the tall dark one
You're telling me-" answered
her friend, looking at Jason's hand
some figure.
Il used to go to her fathers
church."
why did you stop?"
Il got to having a good time,''
she shrugged.
Two white men sat talking, quiet
lily.
We'll what do you think about
the case" said one.
The other laughed.
You should have asked me be-
fore that fellow Jason Emory took
the case" He opened his cigar
cite case, selecting one with care,
offered his friend one, now 1 can't
say, come on let's go for a smoke"
The other looked at his watch.
Almost time for the verdict"
Who said SOP"
Il heard it a minute ago."
His friend arose.
Cant help it l must smoke,
and he left the court room.
Nancy and Jason still stood at
the window. The sun was slowly
sinking. A lingering sunbeam laid
caressingly on Nancys hand as it
rested on the window sill. Jason
touched her hand.
"Mr. Sunbeam seems to regret
leaving you Nancy, darling. Can't
say that l don't blame old man sun
shine"
Someone laid their hand on ia
sons arm. Jason turned and found
his legal assistant standing at his
elbow.
Mr. Emory I'm worried and he
looked around the court room l
think you'd better come back to the
table,"
why" asked Jason.
Victor Colby shrugged his shoul-
ders.
Nothing l just have a feeling
that trouble is brewing"
Jason laughed.
This trial must be getting on
your nerves Victor and no wonder,
and Nancy and Jason strolled back
over to the table.
Mother Clark reached over and
took Jason's hand.
Thank you Mr.. Emory, I'll new
er forget this-never. l can't pay
you, but l can and will pray for
you"
I'm glad to be remembered in
your prayers Mother Clark-they're
more precious than money"
The court room began to fill up.
Those who had gone out for
breath of air or a sandwich came
in pushing and showing each other
while the bailiff fumed and threat
ened to close the doors.
"And not let another one in the
ROOM" he declared firmly. Then
rap on the jury room door. A
clerk hurried in answer. Excit-
ed whispers. They had agreed on
a verdict. Many glanced at their
watches-four hours since the jury
had begun their deliberations.
The judge entered and took his
place.
All eyes were turned toward the
jury box, as the jurymen took their
places.
Some one whispered.
Gosh they look like they've been
in battle, must have smacked
each other around a bit.
1t was true the jury in the Clark
case were tired and wilted looking
The foreman seemed very nervous,
as he ran his fingers around his
around his .ru
wilted collar and smoothed his
ruffled hair.
Judge Welles rose.
Il must ask that what ever the
verdict, there will be no demonstra-
ton please" then he turned to the
jury, the foreman arose.
you have reached a verdict?'