The Long Lane's Turning

nd in a conflict of feeling. She was nonplussed. She had entered for that last hour sharing intuitively the general be

calling with which her whole life had been associated-her father, Judge Beverly Allen, was Chief Justice of the Supreme Court, and his father had been Chancellor before him-with his brilliant way, his undenied leadership among his fellows, he had been to her a dominant personality. She had not lacked t

n discomfiture, and she stopped but a moment before a negro coachman tucked her into a carriage. As he climbed lumberingly to his seat and gathered up the reins, a heavy, assured

in town," she said, wi

ms, and as the mountain couldn't come to Mahomet, Mahomet came to the mountain. So here I am at the halls of justice. It's been an enterta

rt has become a social dissipation with us. It co

ge. The only thing I've been charged with stealing so far is an election, but one neve

ocket, I'd have

ip. Looking over her shoulder, while the horses whirled her away, Echo saw his big frame swinging up

nty of judgment he had uncovered the lost ore, developed the property till it paid a miraculous dividend, and died. He had been a man of one idea-the "Works"-and had known and cared for nothing else. The son, however, with his father's force and will, had inherited, with less praiseworthy traits, a further ambition. The young Cameron Craig's first free act after his schooling ended

king of the face of the girl he had just left,

ted it enough!" His thoughts recurred to the trial and to Harry Sevier. "Curious that nobody seemed to guess what the matter was-none but me. But I know what that look ba

rney, and he followed the latter into a private room and sat down.

r from his pocket and handed it over. "Senator C

ngly. "There," he said, returning it. "That will be better. Let the senator have it back to-morrow." He sat a moment silent,

He has a curious hold on people-a wonderful magnetism. To-day's is the first jury case I've ev

enlightened him

chinned-we can't depend on his type to obey orders. We are coming to a big fight and we want the docks clear. No

fully before he answered. "All right," he agreed. "I should

ght lay still, watching under dusky lids, the moon, a great blown magnolia, floating in

e got dat man clar, Mis

th a little gesture as though dismissing a b

ilty ef he couldn't git him off. Ah reck'n dem yuthah lawyahs 'cluded dey wanter tek Marse Harry down-he done put i

upon the situation brought n

s and acacias. This was "Midfields," the home of the Allens for four generations and of the Beverlys before them. Its wide wings and columned front spoke of old colony days, as did its name of a time when rol

t and coat and pausing before a glass to pat into place the rebellious whorls

air and had leaded-glass doors in key with the silver, glass-prismed candle-sticks on the mantel-piece. A huge old English screen of painted leather stood at one side. On the dull green walls were framed steel engravings of the ancestral home of the Allens in Dorsetshire and of t

, distinguished features that suggested an old daguerreotype and seemed to call for a silk-velvet waistcoat and a stock. He tossed the

uining your poor eyes with fine

ept from its place a heavy brass bowl filled with Marechal Niel roses, and it fell with a crash onto a f

" she said, remorsefully. "It must have jarred it frightfully. I'm so sorry!" She looked at her father, who had half risen at her cry. "You were always fond of the little old desk, though you never used it. I used to love it when I was a c

ny years ago by-a friend. I

like that! Why, it's as feminine as a toilet-table!" She came and

uncheon. She was going to t

aid the Judge. "He says if she doesn't he'll start an action against som

xchanged annual visits. "I'll tell her," she said. "I wish she could stay longer, though it's lonely for her father,

e. With the likeliness that kept him popular even among those staid members of society who did not countenance his pecc

of him. That's why I think s

lighter tone, "I wonder how Sevier's case came o

jury found against him. I was th

to straighten a shoe-buckle and he could not see her face. "Ah well," he said, "it won't

she answered. "I s

send a note to the hotel and a

ustn't be such a chin-tilted patrician. 'Other times, other m

to him. Why should we go out of our way to treat him like one of us? He isn't, really. He may be a University man and he may have travelled all over the world. Yes, an

, such as inevitably cling to men, whatever their business or social standing, who acquire the whispered reputation of the voluptuary. He had himself, ho

s is an uncharitable world, my dear, and half the tattle one hears is apt to be sheer envy. He is a person of importance. He has

ed we bother about them! The Judiciary, thank heaven! has nothing to do with political influence, and

me fell sharpl

eck and beautifully rounded shoulders-a cool, statuesque woman, of unfailing poise and manner, with her grey hair perfectly disposed above a complexion whose tinti

berately, "That is a ridiculous way of talking. Please let me remind you that yo

e began, distresse

feel differently about those things. You have a

, anyway, giving a company legal advice is very far from being in its busin

ge, at any rate." He had pressed a bell as he spoke and to the grizzled negro who now ent

arse Chilly done tellyfoam he

yed, but quick to his resentful mood, Ec

e said coaxingly. "Don

d, with an accent that seemed finally to dismiss the topic. "I think you would b