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CHAPTER IX?Continued ?12? Yet, while half of Cathal tingled and bristled thus for the tight, the cooler half, the professional half? the part of him which was a lawyer ?hoped the State would "tear In." What a mistake! What complete catastrophe If they attempted to sneer and jeer at this girl and "show her up!" Nordell did not make that mistake. "You have said, Miss GlenA,fK " hotrnn tirlfh rnrpflll COUT CUU, UV l/VQMU .. tesy, "that you happened to be In the building where Mrs. Lorrle (lived, because you were looking at an apartment in It, with Mr. Braddon." "Yes," said Agnes. "You were engaged to be married .to him?" Agnes hesitated for the first time. Engaged? Were they ever "engaged"? They had been looking at an apartment together; so she must have been then. "Yes," she said. That was the honest answer. "Are you engaged to him now?" i "No." There it was, out That i was honest, too. < "When did you break your en- I gagement?" i , "We didn't break it." What a 1 thing to talk of before a courtroom 1 full of people, and with reporters ; writing it all down! "Then what did you do?" Nordeli 1 demanded. Cathal was on his feet to help 1 her; but, for the first time in this trial, he was confused. He did not ! know how to help her; this was all within Nordell's right. "We?we decided not to be married 1 that's all." 1 "Who decided that?Mr. Braddon ' or you?" ' "I object!" Cathal protested; but ! the judge, before ruling, looked to ' Nordeli. "Overruled," he said to Cathal. ' "Answer," he said to Agnes. ' "I did." I "When?" 1 It was when we were in the 1 apartment upstairs. That was why ( Jeb?Mr. Braddon left the building." ' "What effect had this on you?" "Effect?" i "I mean," Nordell explained, "alter just having broken your engagement upstairs, did you enter the apartment downstairs in a calm and composed mental state? Was your own condition perfectly clear, or confused?" "Clear," said Agnes. "I was perfectly clear in my mind," she repeated. "Perfectly clear?" "Yes; for I had not earedenough." Nordell stepped back. He hesitated ; he had gained one effect; and he decided to rest on it. "That's all," he said suddenly, looking at Cathal. "That's all," said Cathal. "You can step down. Miss Gleneith." Agnes stepped down slowly, cautiously. Suddenly she had felt uncertain of her feet. She looked down at the floor, and a wave of falntness passed over her. What had she just said of Jeb? She halted for an Instant. "Water." she heard some one say. She felt hands on fy;r; strong, steadying hands; Martin O'Mara's hands. He held her firmly and pleasantly. She ] felt that she could not possibly fall. | "Here's water, O'Mara," Mr. Nordell's voice said. < "Thanks," he said, and held the 1 glass to her lips. i Agnes swallowed and looked up < "Sorry?sorry," she said. Then her mother was there. "I'll I take her." she said to Cathal. i ' "All right now?" Cathal asked i Agnes. She looked up at him. ".Teb," she said. "?Mr. Rraddon's back In that room? Take me back to him, please," she begged Cathal. "I want?I want to tell him myself what I said." "I'll get him," Cathal offered. "I'm not calling him to the stand. There'll be no more court this afternoon. I think." "Then," said Agnes, "tell him, please, I'll wait for him in the car." Bailiffs- opened the way for her mother fnd Bee and her. O'Mara went to Jeb in the witness-room. He was pleased, Jeb saw; the hour for him had gone well. "I'm not calling you today?or at .all, Mr. Braddon," Cathal said. "I thank you for having been ready. But now I'll not need yon. We're through with Miss Oleneith." "Then where is Miss Gleneith?" "She's gone out. She's waiting for you?with her mother and sister?at the car." "All right." said Jeb; and demanded : "Well, what did she do on the stand?" 1 RtAGONS DRIVE YOU bij EDWIN 1 BALMER btf Edwin Balmsr "Stje did it," Cathal told him. "She turned the case." "For your rotten little murderer and you!" Cathal drew back a little. "You damned shyster!" Jeb whispered from his soul. Cathal heard, and knew he was meant to hear; and he caught control of himself. He could not hate this man now; he could not envy him; to strike him, physically, would J be silly surplusage. He would not let himself deliver the blow he could with a few words more. He said, as quietly as he might in the tension between them: "Some evidence came out in cross-examination which I neither knew nor expected." "What evidence?" "A statement sjje made?which she was forced to make by the State ? concerning herself ? and yourself." "What did she say aboV us?" "That," said Cathal, "she wishes to tell you herself." As Jeb stepped from the door to the Criminal Courts building, cameras clicked at him again; and the crowd turned. Jeb heard his name passed, and he saw lips that passed It, smile. He straightened and faced them. Behind his back, somebody laughed. Jeb would have liked to turn and knock the idiot down. He would like, above ail, to knock down O'Mara. Damn him! Jeb recognized the Gleneith car; and he halted. Agnes saw Jeb, and she knew that she had nothing left to tell him. He came to the ear, and Simmons opened the door for him. "You'd better take her directly home," Jeb said, looking in. His Byes were upon Agnes, but they went at once to her mother, and he spoke to her. "I'm going to my of3ce." Cathal drove north alone at nine :hat evening. The roads were :hoked with cars, many of them parked, more of them barely rollng as their possessors sought the aight and relief, in the little breezes )f motion, from the dull and heavy heat. Another day, whatever its triumphs and despairs, was done; its hnal pale flaunt was furled in the west Darkness spread its treacherous shield to satisfactions of the longings of flesh for flesh. Selfsufficiency capitulated; one hungered for another; everywhere coung people paired, arms about ?ach other, lips together, careless what silhouettes the headlights surprised and betrayed. Night. For day, the making of Money, the struggle and the fight; for night, relaxation and love. Vight, with Deneb, the bright star, ow over the lake?as low, almost, is the masthead light of a little racht drifting along. Cathal was clear of the city, rhunder threatened, but from far iway. Beside him, the street-lamps :eased; he followed the dark lines )f cool country places. It was unlike Cathal to falter before a determination he had taken; ret he passed the gateposts of the aleneiths' and drove a mile beyond Before he turned back and entered their road. It was ten o'clock, but tie saw that doors and windows of the lower rooms were open; shaded lights burned within. The family liad not gone to bed. Cathal rang, and he said to Cravath, who recognized him: "Ask Mrs. Glenelth if I may have a few minutes?no more?with Miss Glen;ith." Cravath left him outside and with the screen door closed. Mrs. Gleneith came, with Cravath, to the screen, and spoke to Catbal through it. "What is it, Mr. O'Mara? Aren't you through with us? Does the law let you ask something more of my daughter?" "Not the law," said Cathal, holding his hat. "It's I that do." "You? . . . What more do you want, Mr. O'Mara? And at this time in the evening?" "It had to be tonight," said Cathal. "What had to be tonight?" ... "Is she?has she retired, Mrs. Gleneitb ?" "Yes." Then he heard her voice from above. "I've not, Mother. Tell him I'm coming down." "No!" her mother said; and to Cathal: "Please, please go aw.y." "I u ant to speak to him, Mother," and she went past her mother and out. "I've asked him to go away." "I ask him not to." "I can't have him with you in my house," her mother said. "We needn't go in. I'd rather not; it's?cooler out here," Agnes HE STATE PORT PILOT, i said. "I need to talk to him. Then I'll come in." "Both of yon come in," her mother invited unwillingly. Agnes turned. "We'll go through the house," she yielded, "and out the other side." Cathal followed her, thus, through the house; and there was the water before them. They went to the edge of the sand, and were alone with the lake and Deneb. Over the water, heat-lightning was dashing almost Incessantly, and giving them strange, garish glimpses of each other and the shore. The distant thunder became constant. "Why did you come tonight?" Agnes asked Cathal. "Now," said Cathal, "I don t know. Awhile ago, I thought I did. I deceived myself I might do something for you. Of course it was for myself, solely, I came?and wouldn't go away." "I'm glad you came. There was no one here I could talk to." His pulses leaped at that. "I'm leaving tomorrow with Mother," Agnes said. "Where to?" "New York; Father's getting us the first sailing for France. It's true I'm all through in the court?" "That's true," Cathal said. "Can't you believe it?" "And?she'll be cleared?" "Cleared," said Cathal, "by tomorrow night, I think. I put her on tomorrow morning; we ought to reach our arguments by noon. By night it'll be over. She'll be cleared." Agnes caught her breath. He heard it. "By me?" she gasped in her breath's expiration. "By you," said Cathal. "You turned the case. She, tomorrow, and I? Over the Water, Heat-Lightning Was Flashing Almost Incessantly. we haven't got to win It; we simply have not to lose it now. We'll do that." "I know yon will." "And now," he said, "you don't want us to." "It's not that?quite." Agnes gazed up at him, and the lightning lit their faces. "I want her free. I'm sure I want her not killed, nor electrocuted or even jailed for life. But I don't want her paid." "Payment of the insurance to her is not to be avoided when she's cleared," Cathal said, their faces in the dark, but the images remained on their retinas. "And out of it comes my fee. How much, have you heard?" "Half," said Agnes. "And thinking that," said Cathal, "you went on for her?and for me. Half I'm to have, I'm told. The opinion has even been put in print. Well, it's not half, nor near it; but it'll be a big fee?if she's cleared. "For she'll have the money. I'll take a good part of it from her; and some of that I'll keep; but more I'll pass over to the wife that first married him?and his daughter. Nobody knows it but you." "Thank you," she said, "for telling me." "Will it make the .ight easier for you? You've done no wrong. Let no one tell you that you've done wrong." The darkness was between them again. "Myrtle l.orrle shot In self-defense, and hardly knowing? for the indignity she'd endured? that she did it. For weeks he'd tormented and beaten her because she could not bear him love?as he'd known love, before he cast off her that loved him. nnrt thoueht he could buy It from another. That day, he'd found out about Bert, and he was worse than ever before; so his wife grabbed his gun to scare him, but he came at ber, and she pulled and pulled the trigger. She'll tell it on the stand tomorrow; by night she'll be free. Twelve men, having heard her,?and you,?will say she shall be punished no further. They take the responsibility; not you. "I take It too. I came tonight to say that to you. I didn't plan to tell you about my fee; but I did." "I'm glad you did." "The lightning's brighter. L suppose that means It's nearer. Yes; there's the thunder." He waited for It to rumble away. "I thought today I'd see you forever as you were on the witness-stand; and then I thought it would be as you were when I held you for a moment. Did you know, for a moment I held you?" "Yes." SOUTH PORT, N. C? WED? "Do yon suppose arter this,?when It lightnings,?I can see your face? All my life, when It lightnings? It's my last time to see you. I came tonight when It was still somewhat within?within my right. . . . God bless that lightning! You're still looking up at me. I'll always see you so! Have you heard what I've said?through the thunder?" "I've heard." "I've lived In this world near to thirty years; and nothing ever happened to me like that when I lifted my phone and heard your voice; and you asked me to come where you were. From then, I've been counting the times I might be near you. I'd go to you to review your evidence; twice I could do that. And then the trial?dwice more I'd be with you. And now my times are spent; there's nothing of you left for me in all the future. Thirty years more or longer I may live in this world answering my phone, going to them that call me; but I'll never find again the like of you. We'll be in the world, both of us, but I may never again speak to you or see your face." "That needn't be true."' "Do you mean that?" "Yes." "Oh, God, let me see you 1 Where's the lightning?" "No," said Agnes, and lowered her head. "I must go In." "No," he forbade, and seized her wrist. "How much did you mean?" How firmly yet gently he held her! Not like Jeb; not like Rod; not like any other man who ever touched her. She quivered in the first cool gust of the breaking storm. "I've got to go in." Indeed, for moments they had been calling her; her mother and the servants: "Agnes! Agnes! . . . Miss Agnes! Miss Gleneith!" "Let them call," said Cathal fiercely. "Do you care?" "No! I've taken your word on right and wrong against Jeb and my father and mother. Maybe I'll be thirty years in the world too. Can you never come to any one, Mr. O'Mara, unless she calls you?" "Oh, God I" said Cathal, and let her go. "Agnes! Agnes!" her mother was calling; and the rain was coming down. In great drenching drops It. struck. Cathal whipped oft his coat to cover her; but they were wet through before they gained the shelter of the house. *' * t-Aii niorl A rrnoo ") \Tnr19" tip. "1C JUU UlttU, -? manded her mother. "I guess so," Agnes told her. Never as upon this night had Agnes Deeded her room for sanctuary. After he had gone, discussion of him with any one or the presence of any one?even her mother?was unbearable. She shut herself in her room, and strangely for her, locked her door. She lay upon her bed, undried. She had stripped off her wet dress which his coat had covered, but she had made no move beyond that. She thought how little alien upon her his coat had felt. You could not bear upon you any garment of a person who offended you. How far from offense had been the cover of his coat which the rain had made to cling upon her! Cathal, when she gave his coat back, had put it on; and he wore It wet as he drove through the storm to the city. The lightning continued to crash as the heat from the prairie broke in the blinding sheets of rain which | made cascades of the streets, but Cathal got through and scarcely considered how. Winnie was waiting for him. Throughout that day, as from the first of the trial, she had sat In court; and tonight she had no doubt of the great trouble that dwelt within him. His mother, assailed by the heat of the day, lay in the grateful dark of ber room; and his sister, too, when midnight once more had made remote the thunder, had dropped to sleep. "Cathal!" she called, when at last he entered, "where were ye?" "North." "North, seeking her, Catbal?" "Yes." "It's wet ye are!" Winnie's thin hand had found his coat-sleeve and moved up to his shoulder. "Did she give ye no shelter?" "Shelter?" said Cathal. lie seized Winnie's hand gently and put her off; and for once she misunderstood him. "She didn't have ye in! Thank God for that, Cathal . . 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