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"Not guilty," returned the foreman eagerly, amid audible evidences of satisfaction from the Abyssinian brother, the Baby's World editor and the others. Mr. Appleboy clung to Tutt's hand, overcome by emotion. "Adjourn court!" ordered the judge. Then he beckoned to Mr. Appleboy. "Come up here!" he directed. Timidly Mr. Appleboy approached the dais. "Don't do it again!" remarked His Honor shortly.
I don't suppose half a dozen people have ever seen us together." "That's awkward!" meditated Tutt, "if he denies it." "Of course he will deny it!" "You can't tell. He may not." "Oh, yes, he will! Why, he even refuses to admit that he ever met me!" declared Mrs. Allison indignantly. Now, to Tutt's credit be it said that neither at this point nor at any other did any suspicion of Mrs.
No one, in fact, could help but realize at first glance Mr. Tutt's warmth of heart. The lines of his sunken cheeks if left to themselves automatically tended to draw together into a whimsical smile, and it required a positive act of will upon his part to adopt the stern and relentless look with which he was wont to glower down upon some unfortunate witness in cross-examination. Inside Mr.
Tutt was, to be sure, an old man in years, he had occasionally an elfin, Puck-like perversity which was singularly boyish, at which times she felt it obligatory for her own self-respect to call him to order. Thus, whenever Tutt seemed to be incubating some evasion of law which seemed more subtly plausible than ordinary she made it a point to call it to Mr. Tutt's attention.
Through the swirl of its gyrations he could see old Tutt's vulture eyes, growing bigger, fiercer, more sinister every instant. It was all up with him! It was an execution, and the crowd down below were thirsting for his blood, waiting to tear him to bits! "You saw this boy throw a brick through Mr. Froelich's window, didn't you?" coaxed Judge Watkins insinuatingly.
One might suppose that a legatee to twenty-five thousand dollars could be readily found; but Miss Sadie Burch proved a most elusive person. No Burches grew in Hoboken according to either the telephone or the business directory and Mr. Tutt's repeated advertisements in the newspapers of that city elicited no response.
"Make it a simple dinner at the Claridge Grill and I'll go you." "Done!" There were four books on the desk near Mr. Tutt's right hand the New York Code of Civil Procedure, an almanac, a Shakesperean concordance and a Bible. "Look it up for yourself," said Mr. Tutt, waving his arm with a gesture of the utmost impartiality.
Me an' Jack takes her over to Jim's corpse, an' that's shore to revive her. An' with that Cherokee an' Jack goes up to lead her away. "'Save him, Mister Enright; save him! she pleads, still clingin' to Tutt's neck like the loop of a lariat. 'Don't let 'em hang him! Save him for my sake! "'Hold on, Jack, says Enright, who by now is lookin' some thoughtful.
JEREMIAH PECKHAM, District Attorney. Such was the precise accusation against the isosceles-triangular client, who now sat so limply and disjointedly on the opposite side of Tutt's desk with a certain peculiar air of assurance all his own, as if, though surprised and somewhat annoyed at the grand jury's interference with his private affairs, he was nevertheless being captain of his own soul not particularly disturbed about the matter.
"We-alls has consoomed drinks all 'round, an' Enright is in the chair, an' we're busy settin' up a big front about hearin' the case, when Tucson Jennie, with a scream as scares up surroundin' things to sech a limit that five ponies hops out of the corral an' flies, comes chargin' into the Red Light, an' the next instant she drifts 'round Tutt's neck like so much snow.
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