The Detroit tribune. (Detroit, Mich.) 1935-1966, 1936-07-04
CHAPTER XIII

IL lie only COulu uTlNe the lovely
image of Nancy from his mind.
He looked around his library, the
little picture of Nancy in a light
shimmering frock, a bouquet of
fragrant flowers in her arms, held
a place of honor with the larger
one Of Douglass.
He gazed at the portrait of the
Negro patriot musingly.
We'll Douglass, I'm in it for all
I'm worth-thanks to you and
| Nancy"
Thoughts of Nancy brought a
stab OF pain. He wondered if she
still caref or Ionged for those
idyllic hours they had spent in
dreaming of the glorius life before
them when they would walk
path of flowers to the mountain
tops of beauty and adventure
together. Did she remember, did
she wish for their return?
The subdued stiffness of the
night brought Nancy near Like
delicate perfume the air seemed
to permeate with the lingering
sweetness of her.
The telephone near his elbow
rang softly as If uncertain and a
fraid. Jason sighed as he turned
and answered.
Hello" a pause, his breath
caught in joyful surprise, as he
said wonderingly, Nancy.
His ears were ringing with the
enrapturing sound of her voice.
"Nancy-my-dear-worried about
me? Why darling, it's nothing to
fret over. I'm all right-yes-he
shouldn't have told you-Forgive
you honey-Have l anything to
forgive? Then his voice dropped
to a whisper, as he asked, 'you
still care? At her answer he
laughed happily and reached out
his free hand as if to clasp her
close to him.
Jason, his heart beating high,
after listening to Nancy's words
of love and encouragement for the
coming trial, rose and encircled
the room like a boisterous school
boy.
The evening became more quiet
and beautiful, tiny sounds of in
sects made music more soothing
than Schubert's Serenade, more
haunting than Keats tenderest
poem.
He stopped to gaze rapturously
at the picture of Douglass.
THE sun will shine again Doug
lass, for the dark clouds have pass
ed away. She loves NELL see
her tomorrow and hold her in my
| arms again"
| The corridor outside Of Judge
Welles court room was filled with
spectators, pushing and showing
their way past the bailiff into the
court where the trial of Joe Clark
was scheduled to take place.
1t would seem that the whole
city of Carselie, like the Romans
of old were out to enjoy a gladia-
torial combat. Already the long
benches were filled and scores
lined the walls. White and black
mingled together, but there was
tenseness in the air, as if the
proverbial chip, was perched on
the shoulders of members of both
races.
There was a hum of hushed ex-
pectancy.
Mother Clark entered with Mrs.
Jones and DR.. Brown.
| Mothers wrinkled face was pale,
but she held her frail little figure
proudly, her eyes darted over the
courtroom in search of Joe.
Allen Grant the prosecutor with
the assistant was seated at the
long table They were ready for
battle and smiled confidently.
Joe, now neatly dressed and
shaved came in with two officers
and excited whispering filled the
| room.
The court clerk raped sharply
| for order.
Joe looked quiet. He might have
been one Of the colored lawyers
/ that stood around the court. His
thinning brown hair was brushed
back dressed in a dark brown
suit. The wildness that had held
him in it's grip was gone. He smil-
ed at his mother and friends.
A shuffling of feet the craning
of necks, a subdued murmur as
; someone said, there's joe"
Jason Emory at his best, his
broad shoulders lifted high, as if
ready to break the line that would
/ lead to victory. Jason, though
confident, did not assume the AFRO
CANT naughty manner of the pro-
secutors, but rather his attitude
was the quiet assurance of a law
yer who kney the legal game and
feared no one.
Following him was his assistant,
Victor Colby, who often helped
him in his most celebrated cases.
Judge Welles entered and the
| Clark case was under way.
AS the impanelling of the jury
began, Jason raised his eyes from
papers before him-he was search
ing for someone
Nancy met the glance. caught its
meaning and smiled, with all the
love in her heart.
One of the spectators a young
colored girl, industrially chewing
a wad Of Spearmint, saw the look
| of love mass between Jason and