Evening star., 1951-06-17

as usual Then eleven I've got the Civic Theater coffee
Whats cohee?"
"A coffee is like tea except in the morning Then I've
got be the Garden Circle luncheon at twelvethty
Chicken salad again. l hate it"
Then why go?"
Ihave to- sweetie-face Remember I'm the Judges wife
HE LOOKED up her. and really her for the first time
that day. and moved by the most unjudlcial feelings
Perhaps was the perfect wife for judge She was too
Young and gaudy 1t true that she touched her mouth
only lightly with lpstck, and subdued her and allowed
her natural color but she could not extngsh the
of her vitality and her suit quite failed to
iron her The Judges wfe! ne said and walked
around the table and bent her head back.
Robert she said when he let her have her breath What
she said, have you been up to?"
Nothing" he said "You keep on being the Judges wife,
and I'll try to be judge.
She dropped the Judge at the courthouse at 95 and ne
the steps time and ducked into SIDE door
and then into the corridor that led to his chambers
On this morning Judy Pearson wasn't at her desk He
hadn't expected her. after last night He was sorry 1t had
be that way Judy Pearson was more than secretary
She had been Marthas friend and his friend for long time
She had been important in the campaign particularly IN get
ting contributions and drumming up circles where
he was unknown But this morning he glad that she
wasn't there
The Judge glanced his appointment pad he wTesed
himself into his robe Speak the Lions Lay the
cocktail party at five. As Martha had sad full day An
attendant opened the door. Ready Judge Caw-
thorne?"
Ready"
He entered the courtroom imposing because of his height
and the of his shoulders and certain majesty OF his head
he adjusted himself and his robe into his high-backed
dasoned leather chair the Judge aware OF an un
usual atmosphere expectant and 1t Thursday
but every bench crowded if after holiday week end
In the back people standing The reporters who ord
nary covered the higher courts at the press table,
Photographers poised at the doorways.
The Judge leaned and whispered to Deac Collins the
clerk, What cooks?"
Its the bridge tender said Collins from the corner of his
mouth. "Hot People Wild.
The Judge followed Collins glance to the prisoners BENCH
and to wspy little with straw-oolored brush of
mustach and faded blue eyes, He already shrunken by
age and he seemed to be trying to withdraw within HIM
SELF like trapped against wall by sudden light
the routine of the court dictated the Judge first disposed
of the nights crop of dnks bawers speeders and petty
thieves He became of rising as his court
held fight night crowd bored with the pelmlnares
and impatient for the main event The Judge summoned
Abigence Brown the prosecutor with his eyes, MI Brown
he said Tets put aside family quare vicious dogs and pub
lie pettng and such and get this thing of the bridge
Il just going to suggest that said Abigence He was
pink-necked man who camoufaged his roundness with
expensive doublebreasted pnped SUITS and his political
ambitions with friendly neradicable smile Sometimes the
Judge considered Abgence bit ruthless in his work but this
was understandable for he knew the advantages of high
percentage of convictions.