The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1936-08-13

felt no impulse at all to respond by
a visit TO the jail Should she? Was
it her duty?
Martin O'Mara could tell her.
Her memory supplied the phone
number she had called, at that tense,
awful crisis with Myrtle.
A woman's voice, as before, an
swered.
"Mr. 0'Mara, please" said Agnes.
And what was it-a repetition of the
excitement of the first call?-whicn
had her quivering?
"Who wants him?"
"I-Miss Gleneith."
"Mr. O'Mara is out, Miss Gleneith.
He is in court this morning. Proba-
bly, cannot reach him for some time.
Is there any message you can give
me?"
mo. 1 wanted to ask him some
thing"
II will have him call you, Miss
Gleneith. Where will you be?"
Agnes found the morning paper and
shut herself in her room while she
searched the columns carefully and
over again, but yainly, 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
abilHran -hr1f a1tnOofhnr
and unsensational case to win no.
tice, before its disposition, in the
morning papers. Tonight there would
be a few lines, hidden somewhere
back toward the financial news, re-
cording the justice dispensed to an
| other human soul.
For one Karl GIatz, a Flooding, IN
| 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 feasible-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; Glatz would go to the peni-
Tertiary for a 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 go up and
close about her husbands neck so size
could hold him to her, so that she
could cling to him again, though II
was in the courtroom, before they
took him away from her to spend his
years in prison.
| Cathal turned away, yet he caught
glimpse Of their passion. The man
had given her all, all he had had; and
the woman had held from him nothing
For them, it struck Cathal chill
but for himself, it stirred swiftly sue.
ceding warmths within him. Whoever
would cling to him so? Whom would
he hold as though he could never lei
her go?
Was he without sense or reasoni
He would have Agnes Gleneith's arms
about him; and how he would holi
her to hint
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 a
last had let his wife Carrie go; and
she. through her tears, was trying Il
thank Cathal. He wished she wouldn't
She'd earn the money to pay him, sht
said: he would know now she had
nothing
Cathal knew that. Yesterday he hat
given her twenty dollars. There:
no fee," he said quietly. IT did moth
ing for you"
He went on, clasping his brief-cas'
containing, with other documents, TIT
accounting of Karl Glatz' pitiful trad
ing. Glatz had spread his few thou
sands of dollars. won and lost, will
various brokers, one of which hat
been Braddon and Company.
CathaI thought of Jeb, not in any re
lation TO Glatz, but as the possesso
of Agnes Gleneith. Did she draw
Braddon down to her and cling Il
him? OF course she did, and let hin
hold her. Wasn't she marrying him
Recollecting himself with her in he
home, Cathal warmed with fiusi
of confusion as he reviewed again
how he had told her Of the Greer
Bear of Babbletree.
r He reached his Office. =.
"And," his secretary concluded he
report of occurrences during his alb
sence, "Miss Gleneith called you. Sh
wanted you to call her back-at he
home. Shall I call her"
II WILL" said Cathal.
Cathal shut himself in his Office an,
called on his phone.
Fool; fool; oh, fool" he cast a
himself during the wait after he ha
the house, and some one had gone t
summon her. "Do you imagine it's 70
yourself she's called you? Something
happened; or she wants TO know some
thing. Would she ever think of you?
There was her voice: "Mr. O'Mara?
"O'Mara." he said.
ITO BE CONTINUED