The Detroit tribune. (Detroit, Mich.) 1935-1966, 1936-05-23
lBy ALMA BEAN Lovingly

OF coaxing could induce Joe to tell
anything more than he had already
told. Everyone felt that there was
plenty more to be told. Smith and
Davis, with more Importance than
ability, became irritated at Joe's
unusual behavior
How can We help you if you
wont help yourself?' they asked as
Joe leaned back on his cot in an
attitude OF indifference.
Joe, did you know this man in
the south? they had asked.
For an instant Joe's eye had
flashed, then he laughed and pick
ed up magazine.
And SO the lawyers had gone to
the committee.
Davis who was elderly and quite
bald said,
He's making it difficult for us
to help him. The way he's acting
he's sure to hang"
Two weeks before the time
scheduled for Joe's trial, Jason
signed his contract with Hayes and
wilkins, the exporters. He was to
leave for England on an important
case in two weeks. The city was
agog with excitement. Under nomal
circumstances every one would
have been puffed with pride over
this honor to a member Of their
group, now they felt he was a
traitor.
Jason spent long miserable
nights wondering if he was the
traitor they accused him Of being.
Was he wrong to think of his own
happiness first? Was he selfish &?
He stood at the window Of his pri-
vate office. Where was the surging
happiness he should be experience
ing at the new honor thrust upon
him.
He thought of the long lean
years as a struggling young lawyer,
when a case was the cause of joy
GUS excitement. With a smile he
thought Of his first big case. His
feeling of Importance as he entered
the court room. The winning OF
that first big case had brought
others. Finally white clients came
to the door of his shabby little
office and the future seemed to
spread out, a glorious panaroama
OF golden progress. He had worked
and plodded patiently toward his
goal. Long hours of study and sac
rifice of self had brought astound-
ing rewards. His success as a law
yer gave him certain power. a
hero-like prestige, for nothing
pleased him more than fighting for
the under dog. His keen mind and
ability to ferret out legal points
to the advantage of his clients had
brought him this contract with
Hayes and wilkins. Jason looked
out over the tall buildings, the
mists of evening was beginning to
to clothe them, with tiny shadows.
The sun slowly sinking seemed to
touch the windows with diamond
scepter. One by one the various
lights flickered on in the various
buildings. He remembered the first
time he had beheld the city's beau
ty from these windows. How proud
he had been to have a real office
at last, as proud as he had been
over his first thousand in the
bank. The whole city had taken
pride in Jason's luxurious office in
one of the most up to date build
ings in Carsilie. Things seemed to
move with tightening like rapidity
after that. Then came his first new
car. What a thrill as he had rush
ed home to his mother running in
to be house with boyish enthusia-
siam he had embraced her with q
whoop of delight almost carrying
her out to view this, another mile
stone in his race for that elusive
star of wealth and fame. His moth
er with a tender smile had run
her thin hands over the smooth
shining surface had uttered a cry
of delight as she seated herself
behind the wheel and felt the soft
velvet upholstery.
Her gentle brown eyes had
filled with tears as she told him
how proud she was of his success