The Syracuse Journal, Volume 29, Number 30, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 19 November 1936 — Page 7

Thursday, November 19, 1936

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CHAPTER Vlll—Continued —l4 " What made Justification for the taking of the life of another —of a man you had married? Martin O'Mara had said to her, when last he was here—on Saturday: i “When a wife kills a husband, no one else ever finds out why. To save > her life, she’ll never tell even her attorney more than a part She shot him; and the fact speaks for Itself the j ' fullness of her reason. You were the j first to see her afterward." “Yes," said Agnes. “Then you can best Judge for your•elf—no one, who was not there, can tell you as well—what you should do.’’ Agnes arose and dressed long before breakfast-time, though she knew she would not be summoned to court today. Both Mr. Nordell and Martin O’Mara had told her that they would move for the exclusion of witnesses, except when testifying; and in a trial for murder, the Judge would so order. The morning paper came; and there again was Agnes Glenelth on the page j beside Myrtle Lorrie and Martin O’Mara. I She gazed once more at the placid, confident countenance of Charles LorI rie, who had cast off the wife who had married him when they both were young, and who had borne him his daughter. Here was that wife —Stella lorrie—as now she was; and here was their daughter Janet She was seventeen, and she had been graduated from a | high school in Wisconsin last week, and had accompanied her mother yes- | terday to Chicago to be beside her mother today when Stella, the first I wife, sat at the trial of Myrtle, the second wife. Wife I Did any'oth>r word in all the language describe —or fail to describe | —as many different relations? Both of these had been wives, and of the same man; and one had borne him a baby, and the other had killed him. Here was Bert—Myrtle’s Bert. (“Oh, ’ God. Bert!") What part had he played in the killing? Some said—and Jeb was one of them —that the existence of Bert and the Insurance on the life of Charles Lorrie completely explained the whole occurrence. Myrtle had shot her husband to go off with Bert—and the insurance. Agnes shut her eyes; and she saw herself again tn that room; and she kaew, as she was returned to the feeling of the moment when Myrtle Lorrie first clung to her, that she had not come In upon a wife who had Just killed her husband because of another man, and to collect hta insurance. It was very warm at the Jail, and 1 sultry and sticky. Myrtle perspired even when she sat still, after she had dressed for the courtroom. She wore her platinum wedding ring and her engagement ring—sapphires and diamond set in platinum; and she turned them nervously on her damp finger. She had figured, when she held up her finger for him to slip them on it, that she could get away with marI rlage with him. Why not? Wasn’t marriage Just living with a man? Wasn't that really all there was to It? He'd give her a lot of money—more than she’d ever seriously dreamed of having; and she’d give him loving. But hers didn’t do. . . . They were coming for her to take her to court—to be tried for the murder of Charley. Damn it, she never meant to kill him—Just to make him leave her alone, sometimes. Stella would be in the courtroom; Stella, whom he’d given the gate, but who yet had shojved up Myrtle as a wife and lover. Well, Stella’d had an advantage: she’d loved the fathead; she’d not had to try to love him, thinking of somebody else. “Can’t you keep her out?" she had asked CathaL • *“Not if she wants to come." “Stella ain’t so frightful for forty. Some men might like her yet. Aren't you going to have the Jury, men?" “Yes," said CathaL “Then the ones I can’t get from Stella. Agnes can. Fit tell you—there's one type of man that never liked me; that’s the type likes Agnes, ril bet you. So have Agnes there for me." "Agnes!" Cathal objected. “That's how I think of her; wouldn’t you? Say.”—sudden terror took its turn,—“Agnes ain’t going to throw me, is she? She ain’t—" . “No," said Cathal. “But she won’t' be there when you first come in." Myrtle Lorrie would have given much this morning if she could have counted on Agnes Gleneltb’a presence In the courtroom where she was to be tried for her life. She was not in the old jail, but In the new one on the i&st side of the city; tor, together with all other prisoners awaiting trial, she had been moved into the fine, modern structure of stone and steel directly In the rear of the new. Imposing Criminal Courts building of Cook county. Myrtle was now in the courtroom. Stella was staring at her! And she was staring at Stella. She couldn’t take her eyes off Stella. And beside Stella was Charley's kid. i Where was somebody for her? Somebody that counted and could do good? Where was Agnes Glenelth? Oh, why tn hell wasn’t she here? The damn* room was full of people, staring; but you couldn't see them, except Stella and Charity's kid. Myrtle did her best to take It For two days they fought over the jury; it was Wednesday before Mr. Nordell outlined to the 12 men at last selected —and the newspaper repeated to all who read—the case against Myrtle Lorrie It was bad for her; very bad, as witness after witness built it tou! axneeteA Aghifi

Agnes read it at home For the state had decided not to call her; and Martin O’Mara told her that be could give her at least two hours' warning before he would put her on the witnessstand. She felt shaky and half sick again. These were matters about Myrtle Lorrie which Martin O’Mara might not have known about his client Yet now he had beard them; and he continued to defend her. Indeed, it was plain he was fighting for her only more hotly. The newspaper writers spoke especially of how he fought When Mr. Nordell put a question that might have a damaging answer, the defense attorney leaped to his feet “I object Your Honor! I object!" “Overruled,” said the judge, and told Mr. Nordell to proceed with the witness. “Exception!... I take an exception! . . . Exception!" O'Mara struck back at the Judge again and again. Agnes could not completely understand it; but she could feel the fight In IL Jeb brought with him, that night the late editions which carried the report of the afternoon session of the trial. It was worse for Myrtle—and for Agnes—than the morning’s disclosures. Some of IL Jeb read to her; some he left to her to read to herself. “Now, Glen, what are you going to do?" “I’m going on, Jeb. I have to—haven’t I?" “Not as a defense witness." “I have to—if he calls me." “He!” repeated Jeb. "He’ll call you; but you can give him a surprise on the stand." “How?" “When he questions you. You see now—you must see now—how things were. She was double-crossing her husband for her Bert Wasn’t she?" Cathgl telephoned to Agnes at nine that night “It looks," he said, “as if the state will rest tomorrow morning. If it’s not

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H« Seated Himself, Restlessly, Upon Another Chair. too-near noon. Hl put on my first witdesses at once; I figure I'll ask you to go on io the afternoon. Say, two o’clock." “Yes," said Agnes. “I’ll be there." “WIU you?" “Os course I will * What had happened to her distress and disturbance? He was fighting; he had been fighting all day, and was spent but with the fight still in him. She could feel It in his voice; and she aligned herself again with him. "How’s the trial going—really?" “Keally?" repeated Cathal. “I mean with you. You know how many of those things are true; the papers don't—do they?" "No," said Cathal; “but some of the things are true enough. But they’ve got nothing to do with whether she did murder. That's all." . . . Agnes hung up, hot sat by the telephone without stirring, she was warm and excited and satisfied, as she had not been all day. It was eleven, next morning, when she left the house with her mother and Bee. They avoided the train. Simmons drove them, tn the big car. to the city, where they picked np Jeb. Then they stopped at a quiet little restaurant where they could be alone, and where Jeb had bad luncheon ordered in advance. The noonday was very hot The heat, indeed, supplied the third topic to the people of the city ; the others were the further advance in stocks, and the trial. Today it seemed almost more the trial of Agnes Glenelth than of Myrtle Lorrie. Today Agnes's pictures and her name exceeded Myrtle’s in size and display. Agnes had ceased to care what they said even about herself. She sat at the restaurant table beside Jeb, and with her mother opposite and Bee beside her, and looked down at jellied consomme In the cup before her. She lifted her spoon into the cup, but not to her lipa. Jeb could eat; Bee eould eat; her mother could, a little. Agnes sipped iced-tea. What Myrtle Lorrie bad done—and what Agnes Glenelth was to support her in having done—divided any group of people They did Dot debate whether she had shot her husband; that was undisputed. It was whether she “should" have shot him or not; or at least whether, having done so, the aut uij UUW W? puUwiiuu IliriucT* Jeb was against her-Jeb, who. If

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Agnes would marry him, would “tip up the cup" of sensation with her, drain it to the last drop while they both were young; and then? Why—he said—think now of that? Her mother had no pity for Myrtle; her mother who had given herself completely to her love when young, and who now was being neglected for another. Bee, somewhat less surely, wanted Myrtle convicted. Not electrocuted, but Imprisoned at least until qhe was old—until, for her, the life of sensation ceased. Martin O’Mara would justify and free her; and not because he would make money by it He could have made money “fixing” taxes, but he would not Emotionally this sort of case appealed to him; he wanted to defend cases like this. He would get Myrtle off. The talk at the table changed nothing. Simmons drove them at last to the Criminal Courts building. A crowd lined the curb. People were everywhere «in front everywhere Inside. Windows of all the courtrooms’ were open. Photographers formed the edge -of the lane that was opened. Agnes never knew, until she saw the pictures In the papers the following day, how she got from the car to the doors of the court An elevator lifted them to the hallway outside the courtroom where Myrtle Lorrie was being tried; and there they met O’Mara. He led Beatrice Glenelth and Beatrice Ayreforth Into the courtroom, and then returned to Agnes and Jeb in the ball "I’ve one witness to finish with before you," he said to Agnes. “He’ll be on when we start again, in a few minutes. He won’t take long." And he showed Agnes and Jeb together to the defense witness-room. It was a plain, stern little chamber with two windows, a table and six chairs; It was vacant; but the feel of conflict filled it Not strange, with Jeb and Martin O’Mara with her In the little room! Cathal, at least outwardly, was the cooler of the two. He wore a light suit of dark gray, and he had Just changed his linen; and the excitement which he controlled gave him better bearing. “I’m sorry the day’s so hot Miss Glenelth ’’ he said. “I dou t mind. Don’t bother about me, please; and don’t worry. I’ll try not to lose my head." Cathal caught breath, looking at her in her light, simple dress. “You’ll not I’U ask you only what you know i’ll ask. What the State will ask you, no one can tell; but I’ll be before you to help you all I can.” “Thank you.” The door opened for the warning to Cathal that the judge was returning to the courtroom. Cathal hurried away. Agnes stood stock still for a long minute; and Jeb merely stared at her. When at last she dropped down upon one of the straight hard chairs, he seated himself, restlessly, upon another. These two had nothing left to say. Only at last when Agnes was summoned to the courtroom, he got up with her; but he parted with her at the door of the witness-room. “Good girl!" he said, and gave her his hand. “And good luck, Glen!” And then, to save himself, he conld not hold back the gibe as she went to be Martin O’Mara’s witness. “Go get your little pal—and her lawyer, Glen—their hundred and fifty thousand dollars for the shooting." CHAPTER IX Before she sat down In the witnesschair, Agnes stood for a moment facing the courtroom. She had been sworn, facing the judge, who was beside her now, at her right and a little behind her. The jury, twelve men in two rows, were at her left A court reporter, with pencil and his book open, was almost at her feet to her right Directly in front of her stood Martin O’Mara; and over his left shoulder she saw Myrtle Lorrie seated at a table. Agnes would hardly have known Myrtle, had not the newspaper pictures of recent days prepared her for her present appearance. Myrtle was In biack, with not even a touch of color, except a piping of white in the neck of her dress and on the sleeves. Black became her and made her look even younger and slighter than she was; and it made her skin whiter. She had on no rouge at aIL and little or no lipstick. She looked not In the least like a killer. Mr. Nordell was a few feet from her, seated at another table with two younger men with books and papers. That was the table of “the State." Beyond were benches row after row. where people sat and leaned forward. You could feel—Agnes felt—the clash of the conflict which swayed them. (TO BE CONTINUED) St David .f Wehs St David. Patron saint of Wales, who lived between 446 and 549, was an uncle of King Arthur of the Round Table. He was baptized at Porthclaes, where a spring was said to have bubbled expressly for that purpose; to this day it is reverenced as a holy well. Legend tells that when he preached the ground rose from beneath his feet and formed a natural pulpit It was St David who stamped out heresy in Wales, and when he died his body was buried in Glastonbdry; but his tomb was destroyed later by Cromwell's men. It was he who persuaded Welshmen to wear leeks In their caps daring a great battle under the leadership of King Cadwallader in 544, ao they might distinguish, their own men from their Saxon foea The victory was theirs, and'since then the leek bas been the Welsh national emblem — Tit-Bits Magazine.

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Lesson for November 22 AN AMBASSADOR IN CHAINS LESSON TEXT—Acts 28:18-24. 30. 31: Romans 5:8-11. GOLDEN TEXT—I can do aO things through Christ which strengthened me. Phil. 4:13. PRIMARY TOPIC—In the World's Greatest City. JUNIOR TOPIC — An Ambassador to Chains INTERMEDIATE AND SENIOR TOPIC —A Prisoner Speaks for Christ. YOUNG PEOPLE AND ADULT TOPIC —Chained But Not Silenced. The rescue of Paul from the Jewish mob by the Roman authorities I resulted in consideration of his case i on their part to determine what ’ manner of man .he was, and why his words and actions provoked such ’ violent reactions among the Jewish I subjects of Rome in Judea. When ■ it appeared that Festus, who was . procurator, was inclined to turn , him over to the Jews at Jerusalem, • Paul, knowing of their hatred, , makes I. An Appeal to Caesar (Acts i 28:16-19). i It was an act of great signifl- , cance, and largely determined the 1 course of Paul’s life and ministry i until his death. It is a question I upon which there is no little difi ference of opinion whether Paul was i right in making this appeal. Perl haps Dr. G. Campbell Morgan has best gathered up the truth of the . matter in saying, “His way was I that of an attitude revealing for all time what the duty of the Christian man is—to be trne to his Lord, to be true to his conscience, to be loyal to the powers that be, and to make his appeal to them where necessary, for protection, in order that he may continue his work in accordance with the will of his Lord.” Paul made no appeal to save his own life, but he did want to continue his ministry. And this he was permitted to do, for after he had come to Rome we find him to be n. A Prisoner Preacher (w. 2024, 30, 31). He was chained, but not silenced. He was anxious that those in Rome should “see” and “speak with” him (v. 20). They knew of the Christian “sect” only by rumor as one “which everywhere is spoken against” (v. 22). He now proclaimed the truth to them,* and with what results? “Some believed . . . and some disbelieved” (v. 23). Again, we see that the greatest of all preachers met just the same enequragement and discouragement that we face. The witness and messenger is not judged by the success that crowns his efforts, but by the faithfulness with which he discharges his duty. Let us not condone our own carelessness or inefficiency by saying that even Paul was unsuccessful; but if we have been faithful and diligent, let us be encouraged even though some disbelieve. Verse 30 indicates that Paul either had a large measure of liberty, being permitted even as a prisoner to dwell in a private house, or that he was tried and acquitted and continued to work in Rome for a period of years. Whichever may be true we cannot but admire the faithful testimony of this man upon whose body time and trials had borne heavily, but whose spirit was as young and as powerful as the message he presented. And what was his message? We find it in his epistle to the Roman church. It was HI. Justification by Faith (Rom. 5:6-11). Christian men and women are those who were weak (v. 6), ungodly (v. 6), unrighteous sinners (v. 7,8), and enemies of God (v. 10). But having been justified by his blood (v. 9), they are “saved” (v. 9). What a beautiful word — “saved!” Brought back to God, “reconciled to God through the death of his Son” (v. 10), we are indeed saved if we have accepted him as our Saviour. This was Paul’s message, and it is our message to a lost world. The Meaning of Love Love means charity, humility, forgiveness, self-forgetfulness, kindliness. To think kind thoughts of others and never to think unkind thoughts is, for me, the summit of righteousness, the secret of happiness and the only gateway to any .success worth calling success. The oftener I read the Sermon on the Mount the more deeply am I convinced that here is the final practical wisdom. I disagree with the view that Christ’s moral teaching , will not stand the test of modern conditions. I think it will.—Arnold Bennett, in "Things that Interested Me.” Planning Our Work He who every morning plans the transactions of the day, and follows out that (flan, carries a thread that will guide him through the labyrinth of the most busy life. The orderly arrangement of his time is like a ray of light which darts itself through all his occupations. But where no plan is laid, where the disposal of time is surrendered merely to the chance of incidents, all things lie huddled together in one chaos, which admits of neither distribution nor review.—Hugo. A True Life One truly Christian life will do more to prove the divine origin of Christianity than many lectures. It is of much greater importance to develop Christian character, than to exhibit Christian evidences. —J. M. Gibson. < ~~ Power of the Spirit The spirit of a person’s life is ever shedding some power, just as a flower is steadily bestowing fragrance upon the air.-T. Starr King.

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