The Detroit tribune. (Detroit, Mich.) 1935-1966, 1936-07-11

Jasons eyes lighted up with
tenderness.
ooh honey, l wish my good fairy
would walk in and give me my
wish"
Your wish?"
"Yes-I wish this dining room
would fade away and in its place,
cool secluded spot" and his
handsome brown eyes cleaned with
love, I'D take you in my arms and
hold you so close" and his voice
grew more soft-more tender, as
he repeated, so close you could
barely breath, then make you pay
me with kisses before I'd stop,
you little brown angel.
Rev. Thomas entered the cafe.
Looking around he spied Jason and
Nancy. He hurried over to them.
Here you two, has time become
so unimportant that you forgot it
altogether"
Jason looked at his watch with
a frown.
Rev. Thomas glanced at Nancy
and Jason, seeing their looks of
happiness, he knew everything was
alright. His heart sang. He was
fond of Jason and he knew Nancy
loved Jason and that the famous
Negro attorney returned it in equal
measure.
AS they left the cafe they could
see the crowds hurrying into the
court house.
Rev. Thomas smiled as he pat
ted Jason's shoulder.
you certainly had Allen Grant
riled this morning"
Jason grinned as he took Nancys
arm to pilot her across the wide
avenue.
He'll be more than riled when
we get through with him."
Nancy looked up into her fathers
face. Her eyes were troubld. Rev.
Thomas sensed the worried look.
What's the matter Nancy?"
She hesitated.
Nothing, and her voice trailed
away as she watched the hurrying
crowds.
Some of Carselie's white citizen
ry stood around in groups. The
trial was the subject of their con-
versation.
One of the men glanced at Jason
as he started up the steps.
Amy thing l hate is one of those
d Negro lawyers, and spat
viciously and turned to enter the
court house.
Like millions of bees the hum OF
the crowd rumbled through the
beautiful building.
The elevators were moving swift
ly, while others unable to wait
rushed up the wide marble stairs.
Jason's friends, on seeing him
enter the revolving doors rushed
up to shake his hand.
Jason was their hero. They must
touch him, stand near and smiled
their good will, their hopes.
Jason grinned boyishly. With
all their short comings they were
his people. Many of the young
men he had gone to school with.
And some had followed him to
France. Their applause had spur
red him on helped him fight on
doggedly when giving up would
have been a blessed relief.
He was forced to tear himself
away from his admirers, and hurry
to the court room.
Nancy touched her fathers arm,
but her eyes followed Jason as he
entered the elevator. At the door
closed Jason waved to her and the
elevator disappeared.
Rev. Thomas laughed.
"They had better watch Jason"
Nancy took her fathers arm.
Come over here daddy, and she
lead him over near to a telephone
booth. She looked around careful
ly.
Whats wrong, asked the Rev.
Grand.
Daddy, said Nancy her voice
tremblous with worry, Jason re-
ceived another one of those let
ters."
Rev. Thomas eyes wer troubl-
ed.
81 wanted to notify the police but
Jason made me promise not to-.
well didn't promise not, said
Nancy.
81 know dear, but 1 think Jason
is right. 1t would only cause
great deal OF excitement without
doing much good. But l have an
idea"
Nancy and her father took their
old seats near the fronth of the
room.
The court room resembled a
large can of sardines. White and
black were pressed close together
but contented themselves by CIV
ing each other dagger looks.
Judge Welles entered. The
council took their places at the
long table, while the reporters held
their pencils in readiness.
Joe Clark still wearing a look
of Indifference, leaned back In his
! chair with his eyes closed. Mother
Clark sat near her eyes upon Joe's
thin face.
Maybe she was trying to trace a
resemblance in this dissanated