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Let us at least know whether the responsible plaintiff in this case was present or was a party to this alleged conversation." "Was Mr. Craft present?" asked Goodlaw of the witness. "No, sir; I guess not, I didn't hear 'im, any way." "Did you see him?" "No, sir; I didn't see 'im. I didn't see either of 'em." "Where were you?" "In the room nex' to the street."
The certain result of disclosing his knowledge to his Uncle Billy flashed warningly across his mind. If Bachelor Billy knew it, Mrs. Burnham must know it; if Mrs. Burnham knew it, Goodlaw and the court must know it, the verdict would be against him, Simon Craft would come to take him back to the terrors of his wretched home, and he would have to go.
"In that case," said the judge, "I presume you will have nothing further to offer on the part of the plaintiff, Mr. Sharpman?" "Nothing," replied that gentleman, with an involuntary, smile of satisfaction on his lips. "Then," said Goodlaw, who was still standing, "I suppose the evidence may be declared closed.
I have learned more; and, looking carefully over the facts in this case in the light I now have, I believe it possible that this son of Robert Burnham's may have been saved." "That will do," said Goodlaw. The witness left the stand, and the judge, looking up at the clock on the wall, and then consulting his watch, said: "Gentlemen, it is nearly time to adjourn court. Mr.
I didn't know it till yestaday; but I ain't I ain't his son!" The boy dropped, panting, into a chair. Goodlaw looked down on him in astonishment. Old Simon clutched his cane and leaned forward with his eyes flashing fire. Mrs. Burnham, her face pale with surprise and compassion, began to smooth back the hair from the lad's wet forehead.
And, indeed, this was her impulse and inclination, but Goodlaw, in whose wisdom she put much confidence, had advised her not to be in haste. They had had a long consultation after the adjournment of court on Saturday evening, and had agreed that the evidence pointed, almost conclusively, to the fact that Ralph was Mrs. Burnham's son.
He called for the explicit reason for every opinion given, but Old Simon was on safe ground, and his testimony remained unshaken. Finally, Goodlaw asked: "What is your occupation, Mr. Craft?" and Craft answered: "I have no occupation at present, except to see that this boy gets his rights." "What was your occupation during the time that this boy lived with you?" "I was a travelling salesman."
Goodlaw," continued the judge, addressing Mrs. Burnham's attorney, "will you look at the bond and see if it is satisfactory to you?" Mr. Goodlaw took the bond, examined it, and returned it to the clerk. "I have no objection to make to it," he said. "Then we will approve the bond, Mr. Sharpman, and make the appointment. You have named Simon Craft as guardian. We are wholly unacquainted with him.
"Yes, sir, I will," said the boy, innocently, "only it seems too bad 'at I can't tell what Rhymin' Joe said." The lawyers in the bar were smiling, Sharpman had recovered his apparent good-nature, and Goodlaw began again to interrogate the witness.
"Call another juror," he said, passing the list to Goodlaw, who also struck a name from it, added a new one, and passed it back. The jury was finally settled, the challenged men were excused, and the remaining twelve were duly sworn. Then Sharpman arose to open his case. With rapid detail he went over the history of Ralph's life from the time of the railroad accident to the day of the trial.
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