The Western news. [volume] (Libby, Mont.) 1933-current, 1936-07-23
The post. at half past ten, brought
MYrtIe's letter.

Can you imagine what this place must
be for me7
How gladly I would call on you'll
I could I think of you daily. Still
when l shut my eyes / can SEQ you
coming in my door. was never SO
glad to see another girl in all my life
! am sure God sent you to me In my
moment OF terrible need.
Can't you possibly come sec me?
But whether you do or not. with I'M
dying thankfulness for you,
Your grateful and devoted friend,
MYRTLE SILVER LORRIE.
Agnes dropped the sheet OF paper
and looked out over the lawn. She
felt no impulse at all to respond by
a visit to the Jail. Should she? Was
it her duty7
Martin O'Mara could tell her.
Her memory supplied the phone
number she had called, at that tense,
awful crisis with Myrtle.
A womans voice, as before, an
swered.
"Mr. OMara. please" said Agnes.
And what was it-a repetition of the
excitement Of the first call?-whlch
had her quivering?
"Who wants him?'
"I-Miss Gleneith.n
Mr.. O'Mara Is out, Miss Glenelth.
He Is In court this morning. Proba-
bly, | cannot reach him for some time.
Is there any message you can give
me?"
mo. I wanted to ask him some
thing"
Il will have him call you, Miss
Gleneith. Where will you be7"
Agnes found the morning paper and
shut herself In her room while she
searched the columns carefully and
over again. but vainly, for there was
no mention today Of Martin O'Mara.
Yet he was In court and, this morn
Ing, making his plea for client. 1t
was hearing Of overwhelming impor-
lance to five persons,-the prisoner
and his wife and their three little
children,-but altogether too common
and unsensatlonal case to win no.
tice. before Its disposition, In the
morning papers. Tonight there would
be few lines, hidden somewhere
back toward the financial news, re-
cording the justice dispensed to an
other human soul.
For one Karl Glatz. a ploddlng, un-
imaginative accountant for a firm In
the leather business, had embezzled
some twenty two hundred dollars
which he had lost IN speculation. He
had been caught, and the case had
come to Cathal.
Examination OF the circumstances
made but one plea feaslble-guIlty !;
but before the judge had passed SEN
tence, counsel had the right to Of
fer witnesses for examination, and to
argue for the mitigation of the of
Tense that was admitted.
Sentence was passed at half past
twelve; Glatx would 90 to the peni-
Tertiary for year. 1t was the mini
mum term for his offense. but Cathal
felt himself beaten.
He hated sentences; 1t struck him
chill to see a wife's arms 90 up and
close about her husbands neck 50 she
could hold him to her, so that she
could cling to him again. though 1t
was In the courtroom, before they
took him away from her to spend his
years In prison.
Cathnl turned away, yet he caught
a glimpse OF their passion. The man
had given her all, all he had had; and
the woman had held from him nothing.
For them, 1t struck Cathal chill !;
but for himself, 1t stirred swiftly sue
cedIng warmths within him. Whoever
would cling to him sol Whom would
he hold as though he could never let
her GOT
Was he without sense or reasonf
He would have Agnes Glenelth's arms
about him; and how he would hold
her to himl
No one else, none other, at such mo-
ments. came to him. The thought Of
no other girl or woman ever had as
sailed him with such fury.
He turned about. Karl Glatz at
last had let his wife Carrie go; and
she, through her tears, was trying to
thank Cathal He wished she wouldn't
Shed earn the money to pay him, she
said; he would know now she had
u
Cathal knew that. Yesterday he had
given her twenty dollars. There's
no fee" he said quietly. 81 did moth
Ing for you"
He went on, clasping his brlef-case
containing, with other documents, the
accounting Of Karl Glatz' pitiful trad
ing. Glatz had spread his few thou
sands OF dollars, won and lost. with
various brokers, one OF which had
been Braddon and Company.
Cathal thought Of Jeb, not In any re-
lation to Glatz. but as the possessor
OF Agnes Gleneith. Did she draw
Braddon down to her and cling to
him? OF course she did, and let him
hold her. Wasn't she marrying him7
Recollecting himself with her In her
home, Cathal warmed with flush
OF confusion as he reviewed again
how he had told her OF the Green
Bear OF Babbletree.
He reached his office.