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From: | Chris Pickett |
Subject: | fruit concert |
Date: | Mon, 28 Aug 2006 08:46:56 +0200 |
I object to this interpretation of this defendants
testimony forthe benefit of the jury! It had haunted both, and once intheir camp
again they had talked about it. But I cant now, Clyde, without a penny andno way to
save the name of our child, except this. And again:Oh, Clyde, Clyde, life is so
different to-day to what it was lastyear. But I cant now, Clyde, without a penny
andno way to save the name of our child, except this. What would that jury and the
judge andthis audience think of his lying about that? Objection and argument finally
ending in the question beingallowed. Yes, sir, thats how I felt about her, replied
Clyde, repeatingwhat he had been told to say.
It was pitched toohigh for a mans voice or a boys.
Then the Believe, a cute little house in theorchard where we sometimes
played.
And all congratulating Mason on the masterly way he
had presentedhis case.
My parents were conductinga mission there at that
time and used to hold open air meetings. Were you up with your classes in the public
schools?
I was afraid that if I went back they might arrest
me. You could not possiblytry a man for that, whatever privately you might
think.
He declared atthe time that the girl had been
drowned. But I cant now, Clyde, without a penny andno way to save the name of our
child, except this.
My parents were conductinga mission there at that
time and used to hold open air meetings.
I didnt know that, replied Clyde, just the same. I
was crossing what I have since learned was South Bay in a row-boat with my
husband.
And after Belknap was throughwith him, then
Mason.
Judge not,lest ye be judged and with whatsoever
measure ye mete, it will bemeasured unto ye again.
It isvery plain and honest, as any one can see,
quickly interjectedJephson.
And the world, if it knew, might think so, too. Oh,
please, please, I beg of you, not to torture mewith any more delays now. You may
think, perhaps, that we ourselves must bebelieving in his guilt.
And mamma, poor dear mamma, how I do love her and
how sorryI am to have deceived her so.
He declared atthe time that the girl had been
drowned.
So you must, you reallymust come, as you agreed.
And so another miserable, black and weary night. And after Belknap was throughwith
him, then Mason. It was a womans cry, and something like Oh, oh!
And then the story of his various difficulties with
Roberta, due toMiss X coming into his life.
Then the Believe, a cute little house in theorchard
where we sometimes played.
The nervous strainof its unbelief and hatred by
now.
He looks a little too strained and shaky tosuit me,
but I feel sure I can pull him through. I know youll say that it has all been as
much my fault asyours.
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