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Goodlaw continued, sarcastically, "When you found it necessary to correct this boy by the gentle persuasion of force, what kind of a weapon did you use?" The witness answered, mildly enough, "I had a little strip of leather that I used when it was unavoidably necessary." "A rawhide, was it?" "I said a little strip of leather. You can call it what you choose."
The two men were walking up through the narrow street of the village. "I hear now that it's Mrs. Burnham's son he is," said Andy. "Lawyer Goodlaw came yesterday wid the news." Billy did not seem surprised. He trudged on, saying simply: "Then he's worthy of his mither, the lad is, an' of his father. I'm thankfu' that he's got some one at last, besides his Uncle Billy, happen it's only to bury 'im."
For two days he searched for his grandson, but being met, on every hand, by indisputable proof that the child had perished in the wreck, he then started on his return journey to St. Louis, and had not since been east until the week before the trial. "How did the plaintiff in this case find you out?" asked Goodlaw, on cross-examination. "I found him out," replied the witness.
I'll tell you of it sometime; it shows forth the nobility of the man's character." Goodlaw had crossed the room and had taken a seat by the window. "But I came to bring you news," he continued. "Our detective returned this morning and presented a full report of his investigation and its result. You will be pleased with it." "Oh, Mr. Goodlaw! is Ralph is Ralph "
He reached out his hand, as if to lead him away; but Goodlaw stepped between them, saying, sternly: "He shall not go! The boy shall tell his story unhampered; you shall not crowd it back down his throat in private!" "I say the boy shall go," replied Sharpman, angrily. "He is my client, and I have a right to consult with him." This was true. For a moment Goodlaw was at his wit's end.
Besides, it seemed to him that Goodlaw must know all about Ralph's life with him, and he dared not go far astray in his answers. But the lawyer knew only what Craft himself was disclosing. He based each question on the answers that had preceded it, long practice having enabled him to estimate closely what was lying in the mind of the witness.
"Did you sometimes whip him for not bringing back money to you from his begging excursions?" "I punished him once or twice for telling falsehoods to me." "Did you beat him for not bringing money to you when you sent him out to beg?" "He came home once or twice when I had reason to believe that he had made no effort to procure assistance for us, and " Goodlaw rose to his feet again.
His mind was full of plans for his Uncle Billy's happiness and welfare, as they rode along through the green suburban streets, with the Sunday quiet resting on them, to the House where Ralph's mother waited, with a full heart, to receive and welcome her son. She had promised Goodlaw that she would not take the boy to her home until after the conclusion of the trial.
The very boldness of the question brought a smile to Sharpman's face as he arose and objected to the legality of the evidence asked for. "We contend," said Goodlaw, in support of his offer, "that neither the trustee-plaintiff nor his attorney are persons whom the law recognizes as having any vital interest in this suit.
But if the story were true, if it were true, then it should be known; Mrs. Burnham should know it, Mr. Goodlaw should know it, Mr. Sharpman should not conceal it, Rhyming Joe must not be allowed to depart until he had told it on the witness-stand, in open court. He must see him, Ralph thought; he must find him, he must, in some way, compel him to remain.
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