The Detroit tribune. (Detroit, Mich.) 1935-1966, 1936-06-13

| speak to you" her glance took In
both Of them.
"Why tell him to come right in"
said Hayes.
Jason came into the room, a new
Jason, with tired eyes and face a
bit worn, that told Of long hours
without sleep. But there was a new
Tilt to the broad shoulders, and a
new buoyancy to his step. Like a
soldier who had just awoke to a
duty that awaits him and was glad.
Good morning, Mr.. Emory"
they greeted him genially.
Jason returned their salutation
quietly.
There was no faltering in his
manner, no trace of diffidence as
he spoke.
"Mr. Hayes-Mr. wilkins, I'm TAX
ing the Clark case"
Had Jason said he was going in
to vaudeville to do a tap dancing
act, Hayes and wilkins could have
shown no more surprise.
Take the Clark case." they
echoed in unison.
Eyes," and Jason's voice was a
challenge.
Hayes and wilkins looked at ia
son as if they could not believe
what he had just told them. Surely
| bo wouldn't ha Gu foolish 90 m tnca
away the chance of life time.
do you realize" said wilkins,
that would sever your connection
with out FIRM"
Hayes interrupted testify.
"And that case with the Bourne
Shipping company comes up in
about a month";"
Il realize that, Mr.. Hayes" answ-
cred Jason quietly.
| wilkins smiled deprecatingly.
Surely, Mr.. Emory, you would
not be so''-he paused, $50 foolish
as to jeopardize a splendid future
to try and win a case that's lost
before it begins"
| Jason smiled.
There is always that chance.
Besides I'm needed. l can't let them
down"
"But, Mr.. Emory, do you think
it's wise to NEEDLE with the race
question. 1t might antagonize the
many white clients you have" said
Hayes.
ANY white client that engages
! my services must consider that be-
fore retaining me- Jason replied
| pointedly.
Maybe an increase of salary?"
and wilkins laughed factiously.
Jason shoow his head.
Nothing can alter my decision
he said.
wilkins shrugged and turned
away, as if he had nothing more to
say.
But Hayes laid his hand on ia
sons shoulder. He really liked ia
son. His keen legal mind had
aroused his deepest admiration.
I'm sorry Emory, / know how
you feel" his hand slipped down
and grasped Jason's hand, that
all for your race and the world
we'll lost is all right in story
books, but its a cinch it won't fat
ten your wallet. know"
I've thought of all that, Mr..
Hayes. l might miss the wealth,
the fame, but in its stead, I'll have
something that's worth more than
the plaudits of the world, the know
ledge that I've done my duty"
Hayes dropped the brown hand
of Jason, as he said quietly,
Maybe you're right, Emory. The
world would be a dreary place il
no one wanted to sacrifice for those
who are unfortunate. If every one
lived just for himself, we would
have no history today"
I'm not trying to play the hero
Mr.. Hayes, but we are "Our Bro
theirs Keeper"
Jason left the private office OF
Hayes and wilkins with a feeling
of relief.
II know they think I'm seven
kinds of a fool, but it can't be
helped" he thought.
AS he turned the corridor that
lead into the private office of Hayes
and Wilkins legal department, he
stopped to watch the paint as he
put the finishing touches the little
gold letters. Then with a sigh he
stepped into the room with brisk
good morning to the sign painter.
He stood silent gazing around
the room. His eyes resting longest
on the large black safe, standing
in one corner of the office. In that
safe was the massive pile of data
he had gathered, that was to bring
defeat to the Bourne Shipping
Company. How he had worked over
it! Now some one else would stand
before the English bar of justice
and argue the case of Hayes and
wilkins versus Bourne Shipping
Co. A half million dollars worth of
finest woolens had been mislaid
during transient. Hayes and Will
kins claiming the fault lay with
the shipping company, while the
Bourne people refused to make
good the damage, charging damage
was caused by careless packing of
goods. Twice the case had been
brought up only to be side-tracked
by the English court, due to the
wire pulling of the Shipping con-
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