Decatur Daily Democrat, Volume 11, Number 26, Decatur, Adams County, 30 January 1913 — Page 3

(Con tin ued fro m | and that he may be proved I but everything | 8 ov<. t Al . I against him. I think you a J . lug 7 | one In New York to exnr ‘ e 00 7 I doubt." eXl ’ ress " u <* • "Don’t forget his wife- . I the judge, dryly. ’ etuar ked . | "No," she replied. "I really f ! 0 S ° rry > fOr the glrl Inys, ls Will you g give her some money if * I 2? * aW7 r r Bho<jk Head. ■ She won’t take it. 1 tri „ ( . ~ «wants me to defend her l.usb-md t I tried to bribe her to go to » lawyer, but It wouldn’t work •• I . (w ®<*hing ought to |„, (lone ■ to stop her annoying us!" . x. i,i ■ Alicia, indignantly " J)r j, ' 1 ■ fers terribly. I can hear hit / B up and down the library ttU three or M four In the morning. p o „ r llian b ‘ . suffers so keenly and he won’t l. t'auv gK nne sympathize with him. u won - t ■■ let me mention his son’s nain<- | f ( .< | Wwe ought to do something Try uid him to let me tlljs irl ■ and—you are his friend as well as his i.j legal adviser." ■ Judge Brewster bowed. B». ' O< i r ?? sband 18 av, r y old friend, ■|Mrs. Jeffries. I can’t disregard his ■ wishes entirely—” jp There was a knock at the door of ■ the private office. ’’Come in," called the judge. 'J I The door opened and the heat ■ clerk entered, ushering in Howard ■ Jeffries, Sr. The banker, still aristo- ■ cratic and dignified, but. looking tired ■ and careworn, advanced into the room ■ and shook hands with the judge, who ■greeted him with a cordial smile. ■ There was no response on the bankKer’s face. Querulously he demanded: "Brewster, what’s that woman doing ■ out there again? It’s not the first ■time I’ve met her in this office." fl | Alicia looked up eagerly, "is she ■ out there now?” she cried. What right has she to come here? ■What's her object?" went on the ■ banker irritatedly. ■’ | The lawyer shrugged his should, rs. same old thing." he r. plied. UpShe wants me to take her case.” K | The banker frowned. | “Didn’t you tell her it was impos 5 Bible?" "That makes no differ, r.ce,” ■laughed the judge. "She conies just ■the same. I’ve sent her away a dozen What am I to do if she in®«ists on coming? We can't have her ■arrested. She doesn't break the furnl ■ture or beat the office boy. She simKply sits and waits.” t “Have you told her that I object to ■ her coming here?" demanded the haughtily. | “I have," replied the judge, calmly, ■“but she has overruled your objecL.tion.” With a covert smile he added “You know we can't use force.” r Mr. Jeffries shrugged his sl.ouldt rs |g Impatiently. I' “You can certainly use moral force," ' he said. t “What do you mean by moral force?” demanded the lawyer. | Mr. Jeffries threw up his hands as if utterly disgusted w ith the whole , business. Almost angrily he an■foOWered: | “Moral force is moral force. 1 mean persuasion, of course. Good jy©od. why can’t people understand these things as I do?” ? The judge said nothing, but turned te examine some papers on his desk. He hardly liked the inference that he not see things as plainly as Leather people, but what was the use Os getting irritated? He couldn’t afford to quarrel with one of his best clients. ■ Alicia looked at her husband anxiously. Laying her hand on his arm. She said soothingly: I "Perhaps if I were to see her—" Mr. Jeffries turned angrily. ■“How can you think of such a thing’ I can't permit my wife to in contact with a woman of t£at character." S’ Judge Brewster, who was listening in spite of the fact that he was seemI Ingly engrossed in his papers, pursed his lips. ■ “Oh, come," he said with a forced laugh, “she’s not as bad as all that!” "I'm sure she isn’t." said Alicia, emphatically. “She must be amenable to reason.” <£Tbe banker's wife was not altogether bad. Excessive vanity and ambition had steeled her heart and stifled ■ Impulses that were naturally good, but otherwise she was not wholly devoid of feeling. She was really sorry for this poor little woman who was fighting so bravely to save her husband. No doubt she had inveigled Howard into marrying her, but she — Alicia —had no right to sit in judgment on her for that. If the girl had been ambitious to marry above her, in what way was she more guilty Iwan she herself had been In marrya man she did not love, simply for wealth and social position? sides. Alicia was herself sorely troubled. Her conscience told her I that a word from her might set the whole matter right. She might be , able to prove that Underwood com- j mitted suicide. She knew she was ft coward and worse than a coward because she dare not speak that word. The more she saw her busband's anger the less courage she had to do it. In any case, she argued to herself, Howard had confessed. If be, shot Underwood there was no suicide, so why should she incriminate , herself needlessly? But there was no reason why she should not show some sympathy for the poor girl who, after all, was only doing what any good wife should do. Aloud she repeated: “I'll see the girl and talk to her. She must listen to reason." “Reason!" exploded the banker, angrily. “How can you expect reason from a woman who hounds us, dogs ■our footsteps, tries to compel us to take her up?" ' Judge Brewster, who had apparent I so Baid no attention to th a baukei a

remarks, now turned around. Hesitatingly he said: "I think you do her an Injustice, Jeffries, she comes every day in the hope that your feelings toward your son have changed. She wishes to ! give color to the belief that his father’s lawyers are championing his cause. She was honest enough to tell me so. You know her movements are closely watched by tho newspapers and she takes good care to let the reporters think that she comes here to discuss with me the details of hoi husband’s defense.” The banker shifted impatiently on his chair. Contemptuously he said: "The newspapers which I read don't give her the slightest attention, if they did I should refuse to read < them,” With growing irritation he went on: "it’s no use talking about her any more. What are we going to do about this latest scandal? This woman is going on the stage to be exhibited all over the country and she proposes to use the family name." ‘ "There is nothing to prevent her," said the lawyer, dryly. The banker jumped to his feet and exclaimed angrily: “There must be! Good God, Brew- , I ster, surely you can obtain an Injunction restraining her from using the family name! You must do some-, thing. What do you advise?" “1 advise patience,” replied the judge, calmly. But Mr. Jeffries had no patience. He was a man who was not accustomed to have his wishes thwarted He did net understand why there should be the slightest difficulty io carrying out his instructions. "Any one can advise patience!” he exclaimed, hotly, “but that’s not doing anything." Banging the desk angrily with his fist, he exclaimed: “1 want something done!” Judge Brewster looked up at his client with surprise. The judge never lost his temper. Even In the most acrimonious wrangles in the courtroom he was always the suave, polished gentleman. There was a shade of reproach in his tone as he replied: “Come, come, don't lose your temper! I'll do what I can, but there is nothing to be done In the way you suggest. The most I can do is to remain loyal to you, although—to bs quite candid —I confess it goes against the grain to keep my bands off this case. As I told your wife, there are certain features about it which interest me keenly. I feel that you are wrong to—” "No. Brewster!" interrupted Mr Jeffries, explosively. “I'm right! I'm right! You know It, but you won't admit it." The lawyer shrugged his shoulders and turned to his desk again. Laconically, he said: "Well, I won’t argue the matter with you. You refuse to be advised by me and —" Tho banker looked up impatiently. “What is your advice?” The lawyer, without looking up from his papers, said quietly: “You know what my feelings tn the matter are.” "And you know- what mine are!* exclaimed the banker, hotly. “I refuse to be engulfed in this wave oi hysterical sympathy with criminals I will not be stamped with the same hall mark as the man who takes the life of his fellow being—though tbs man be my own son. I will not sei the seal of approval on crime by de fending it” The lawyer bowed and said calmly: "Then, elr. you must expect ex actly what is happening. This girl whatever she may be, is devoted to your son. She is his wife. She’ll go to any extreme to help him—even to selling her name for money to pay for his defense.” The banker threw up his hands with impatience. "It’s a matter of principle with me. Her devotion is not the question.* With a mocking laugh be went on: "Sentimentality doesn't appeal to ma ! raj sa 0 ' —• “It's No Use Talking About Her Any More." The whole thing is distasteful and hideous to me. My instructions to you are to prevent her using the family name on the stage, to buy her off on her own terms, to get rid of her at any price." "Except the price she asks," Inter- ' posed the lawyer, dryly. Shaking hia head, he went on: "You’ll find that a wife's devotion is a very strong motive power, Jeffrie*. , It will move irresistibly forward in spite of all the barriers you and I can erect to stay Its progress. That may sound like a platitude, but it's a fact nevertheless." Alicia, who had been listening with varied emotions to the conversation, now interrupted timidly: “Perhaps Judge Brewster is right, dear. After all, the girl is working to save your son. Public opinion may think it unnatural—

r I The turned on an whb. '•miy ft- Mid: ' " '.11.-!.*, I cannot permit you to in- ' :••• -•:■•. That young man is a selfcom -vsad murderer and therefore no of mine. I’ve done with him long i ;•».;■>. I cannot be moved by maudlin Sentimentality. Please let that be final.” Turning to tho lawyer, he said, coldly: "So, in the matter of this stage business, you can tako no steps to restrain her?” The lawyer shook his head. 1 “No, there is nothing I can do.” Quickly he added: "Os course, you don't doubt my loyalty to you?” Mr. Jeffries shook his head. "No, no. Brewster.” The lawyer laughed as he said: j “Right or wrong, you know —'my j country’—that is, my client—’ 'tls of thee.' ” Turning to Alicia, he added, J laughingly: "That's the painful part of a lawyer's profession, Mrs. Jeffries. The client’s weakness is the lawyer's 1 strength. When men hate each other and rob each other we lawyers don’t ' pacify them. We dare not, because that is our profession. We encour- [ age them. We pit them against each other for profit. If we didn’t they'd ' go to Some lawyer who would.” Alicia a feeble smile. , "Yes," she replied; “I’m afraid we all love to be advised to do what wa want to do.” I Mr. Jeffries made an impatient gesture of dissent. Scoffingly he remarked: I “That may apply to the great generality of people, but not to me.” Judge Brewster looked skeptical, but made no further comment. The banker rose and Alicia followed suit As he moved toward the door, he turned and said: “Drop in and see me this evening, Brewster. Mrs. Jeffries will be delighted if you will dine with us.” Alicia smiled graciously. “Do come, Judge; we shall be all alone.” The lawyer bent low over her hand as he said good-by. Mr. Jeffries had , already reached the door, when he turned again and said: “Are you sure a very liberal offer wouldn’t induce her to drop the name?” The lawyer shook his head doubtfully. “Well, see what you can do,” cried i the banker. To his wife he said: "Are you coming. Alicia?” "Just a moment, dear.” she replied. "I want to say a word to the judge.” "All right,” replied the banker. “I'll be outside.” He opened the door, and as he did so he turned to the lawyer: “If there are any new developments let me know at once.” He left the office and Alicia breathed a sigh of relief. She did not love her husband, but she feared him. He was not only 20 years her senior, but his cold, aristocratic manner intimidated her. Her first impulse had been to tell him everything, but she dare | not. His manner discouraged her. He i would begin to ask questions, questions which she could not answer without seriously incriminating herself. But her conscience would not allow her to stand entirely aloof from the tragedy In which her husband's scapegrace eon was involved. She felt a strange, unaccountable desire to meet this girl Howard had married. Tn a quick undertone to the lawyer, I she said: “I must see that woman, judge. I i think I can persuade her to change her course of action. In any case I must see her, I must—” Looking at him questioningly, she said: “You don't think it inadvisable, do you?" The judge smiled grimly. “I think I’d better see her first,” he said. "Suppose you come back a little later. It’s more than probable that shell be here this afternoon. I’ll see her and arrange for an Interview.” There was a knock at the door, and ' | Alicia started guiltily, thinking her | husband might have overheard their conversation. The head clerk entered and whispered something to the judge, 1 after which he retired. Tho lawyer turned to Alicia with a smile. "It's just as I thought.” he said, I pleasantly, "she's put there now. ■ You’d better go and leave her to me.” The door opened again unceremoniously, and Mr. Jeffries put in his head: "Aren’t you coming, Alicia?” he demanded, impatiently. In a lower voice to the lawyer, he added: “Say,-. Brewster, that woman is outside in your office. Now is your opportunity to come to some arrangement with her." Again Mrs. Jeffries held out her | hand. “Good-by, judge; you’re so kind! It needs a lot of patience to be a lawyer, doesn’t it?” Judge Brewster laughed, and added In an undertone: “Come back by and by.” The door closed, and the lawyer went back to his desk. For a few moments he sat still plunged in deep thought. Suddenly, he touched a bell. The head clerk entered. "Show Mrs. Howard Jeffries, Jr., in.” The clerk looked surprised. Strict orders hitherto had been to show the unwelcome visitor out. He believed that he had not heard aright. "Did you say Mrs. Jeffries, Jr., judge?” "I said Mrs. Jeffries, Jr.,” replied the lawyer, grimly. "Very well, judge,” said the clerk, as he left the room. Presently there was a timid knock at the door. “Come in!” called out the lawyer. CHAPTER XV, Annie entered the presence of the famous lawyer pale and ill at ease. This sudden summons to Judge Brewster's private office was so unexpected that it came like a shock. For davs »hu had haunted the nremisea.

I sitting in tne outer office for hour* at a time exposed to the stare and covert smiles of thoughtless clerks and office boys. Her requests for an Interview had been met with curt refusals. They either said the judge was <*it of town or else that he was too busy to be seen. At last, evidently acting upon orders, they flatly refused to even send In her name, and she had about abandoned hope when, all at once, a clerk approached her, and addressing her more politely than usual, said that the judge would see her In a few minutes. Her heart gave a great throb. AlI most speechless from surprise, she , stammered a faint thanks and braced herself for the interview on which so . much depended. For the first time , since the terrible affair had happened, there was a faint glimmer of hope ahead. If only she could rush over to the Tombs and tell Howard the joyful news so he might keep up courage! It was eight days now since Howard’s arrest, and the trial would ( take place In six weeks. There was still time to prepare a strong defense if the judge would only consent to take the case. She was more sure than ever that a clever lawyer would I have no difficulty in convincing a jury that Howard’s alleged “confession” was untrue and improperly obtained. In the Intervals of waiting to see j the lawyer, she had consulted every one she -knew, and among others she had talked with Dr. Bernstein, the noted psychologist, whom she had : seen once at Yale. He received her kindly and listened attentively to her story. When she had finished he had evinced the greatest interest. He teld her that he happened to be the physician called in on the night of the tragedy, and at that time he had grave doubts as to it being a case of murder. He believed it was suicide, and he had told Capt. Clinton so, but the police captain had made up his mind, and that was the end of it. Howard's "confession,” he went on, I really meant nothing. If called to the stand he could show the jury that a hypnotic subject can be made to ! “confess" to anything. In the interest of truth, justice, and science, he said, he would gladly come to her aid. All this she would tell Judge Brewi ster. It would be of great help to him, no doubt Suddenly, a cold shiver ran through her. How did she know he would take the case? Perhaps this summons to his office was only to tell her once more that he wwuld have nothing to do with her and her husband. She wondered why he had decided so suddenly to see 1 her and, like a flash, an idea came to her. She had seen Mr. Jeffries, Sr, enter the inner sanctum and, instinctively, she felt that she had something to do with his visit. The banker had come out accompanied by a richly-dressed woman whom she guessed to be his wife. j She looked with much interest at Howard's stepmother. She had beard so much about her that it seemed to her that she knew her personally. As Alicia swept proudly by, the eyes of the two women met, and Annie was surprised to see in the banker’s wife’s face, instead of the cold, haughty stare she expected, a wistful, longing look, as if she would like te stop and talk with her, but dare not. In anj other instant she was gone, and, obeyi Inga clerk, who beckoned her to follow him, she entered Judge Brew- ; ster’s office. The lawyer looked up as she came in, but did not move from his seat. Gruffly he said: "How long do you intend to keep up this system of —warfare? How n ' -J I an “It’s Your Duty to Do It." long are you going to continue forcing yout way into this office?” “I didn't force my way in,” she said, quietly. “I didn’t expect to come in. The clerk said you wanted to see me.” The lawyer frowned and scrutinized her closely. After a pahse, he said: "I want to tell you for the fiftieth time I can do nothing for you." “Fifty?" she echoed. “Fifty did you say? Really, it doesn't seem that much.” Judge Brewster looked at her quickly to see if she was laughing at him. Almost peevishly, he said: “For the last time, I repeat I can do nothing for you.” “Not the last time, judge,” she replied, shaking her head. “I shall come again to-morrow." The lawyer swung around tn his chair with indignation. “You will—r Annie nodded. "Yes, sir,” she said, quietly, "You're determined to force your way in here?" exclaimed the lawyer. “Yes, sir.” The judge banged the desk with his fist. “But I won't allow it! I have something to say, you know! I can't permit this to tto on. I ranraaant mv * (To be Continued)

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