It's really a pity, Gilder, that you didn't wait. Why,
that poor girl made a--damn--fine speech!"
The lawyer's forensic aspirations showed in his honest
appreciation of the effectiveness of such oratory from the heart
as he had heard in the courtroom that day.
"Pooh! pooh!" came the querulous objection. "She seems to have
hypnotized you." Then, as a new thought came to the magnate, he
spoke with a trace of anxiety. There were always the reporters,
looking for space to fill with foolish vaporings.
"Did she say anything against me, or the store?"
"Not a word," the lawyer replied, gravely. His smile of
appreciation was discreetly secret. "She merely told us how her
father died when she was sixteen years old. She was compelled
after that to earn her own living. Then she told how she had
worked for you for five years steadily, without there ever being
a single thing against her. She said, too, that she had never
seen the things found in her locker. And she said more than
that! She asked the judge if he himself understood what it means
for a girl to be sentenced to prison for something she hadn't
done.
Pages:
37
38
39
40
41
42
43
44
45
46
47
48
49
50
51
52
53
54
55
56
57
58
59
60
61