Court was to sit here today, but Judge
Morrow and the public prosecutor
have left town, and as you see/Mur*
mt
'"T ,v
reU's friends have gathered tor a. rei
cue. There's a sprinkling of the bet
ter element—but,only a sprinkling,
I saw Judge Morrow this morning at
four o'clock—I told him I would ob
ligate myself to present for his* con
sideration .evidence of a striking and
sensational character, evidence which
would show conclusively that Murrell
should be held to await the action of
tne next grand jury—this was after a
conference with Hues—I guaranteed
his safety. Sir, the man refused to
listen to me! He showed himself ut
terly devoid of any feeling of public
duty." The bitter sense of failure
and futility was leaving the judge.
The situation made its demands on
that basic faith in his own powers
which remained imbedded in his char
acter.
They had entered the court-house
square. On the steps of the building
Betts was arguing loudly with Hues,
who stood in the doorway, rifle in
hand.
"Maybe you don't know this is coun
ty property?" the sheriff was saying.
"And that you have taken unlawful
possession of it for an unlawful pur
pose? I am going to open them doors
—a passel of strangers can't keep
folks out of a building their own
money has bought and paid for!"
While he was speaking, the judge had
pushed his way through the crowd to
the foot of the steps.
"That was very nicely said, Mr.
Betts," observed the judge. He
Bmiled
widely and sweetly The sher
iff gave him a hostile glare. 'Do you
know that Morrow has left town?"
the judge went on.
(To L*3 continued.)
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