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A GS?SCM'UWE (DU third dcgdlc ^CHARLES KLEIN v y ILLUSTRATIONS BY RAY WALTtH$ CDnntorr, 1*0*, ay aw Dt lunch Art consA?r Annie threw up her head. Her eyes vrere red. but they were dry now. Her face was set and determined. The eaptaln was right. Only foolish wom? en weep and wall when misfortune knocks at their door The right sort vf women go 'jravt'y out and ina;te a fight for liberty snd honor. Howard was Innocent She was convinced ot that, no matter how black things looked against him She would not leave a stone unturned till she had regained for him his liberty. With renewed hope in her heart sad reso? lution in her iace. she turned to con it the captain. "What has he donef" she demanded. "Killed his friend. Robert Under? lie watched her face closely to see whit effect bis words would have on "Robert Underwood dead!" ex claimed Annie with mar surprise than emotion "Tee," said the captain sternly, "and your husband, Howard Jeffries, killed him " That's not true! I'd sever bellete that." said Annie promptly. "He's made a full confession," went en the captain. "A confession!" she echoed uneasi? ly. "What do you mean?" "Just what 1 say. Your husband has made a full confession In the presence of witnesses, that he came here to Underwood's rooms to ask for money. They quarreled. Your buebnnd drew a pistol and shot him. He has signed a confession which will he presented to the magistrate this morning Annie looked stsggercd for a mo? ment, but her faith in her husband was unshakeable. Almost hysterically ehe cried: "I don't believe It. I don't believe It. You may have tortured him into signing something. Everybody knows your methods, Capt Clinton But thank God there is a law in the United States which protects the in ?o< en as well as punishes the guilty. I shall get the most sble lawyers to 4efcnc< htm even if I have to sell my? self lato slavery for the rest of my 'Bravo, little woman!" said the cap? tain mockingly. "That's the way to talk. I like your spunk, but before sou go I'd like to ask you a few Ques? tions. 81t down." Ue waved her to a chair and He sat opposite her. "Now Mrs. Jeffries," he begin en annragingly. "tell me?did you ever near your husband threaten Howard Underwood?" By this time Annie had recovered her self-possession She knew that the best way to help Howard was to >P cool and to ssy nothing which likely to Injure his cause. Boldly, therefore, she answered: "You've no right to ask me that ejeestlon." The captain shifted uneasily In his neat He knew she was within her legal right. He couldn't bully her Into saying anything that would in criminal.- her husband. "1 nic ely thought ye i would like to assist the authorities, to?" ho stammered awkwardly. "To convict my husband." she said calmly "Thank you. / understand my lit ion." "You can't do him very much harm, know." said the captain with af? fected Jocularity. He has ctnftssed to the shooting." **1 don't believe it." she said em? phatically Trying a different tack, he asked dessly: 'Did you know Mr Tnderwood?" Ihe hesitated bet?re replying, then HTerentry she said "Yea. I knew hi in at one time. He Introduced me to my husbund." "Where was that'*' MIn New Haven, Conn, "tp at the college, eh? How long have y mi known Mr I ndei wood?" Annie looked at her Inquisitor and aald nothing She wondered what he was driving at. what important ?? the question lad to the case. Finally she aald: I met him OaVOi or twi.e up at NOI Haven but I've lever *,.?.n him since say marriage to Mr Jeffries. My hUl hand and he w*ie not very good friend . That Is? She ati>i ped. realizing that she had a mintake. How foolish she had ??! The police, of course, were anxious to show that there was ill feeling between the- |Wfl ssei Met heart misgave her as she saw the look of satisfaction iu the oaptnlw'l fjsts *Ah!M he exclaimed Not very good friends, eh ' In feet, vour hus hand didn't like him. did he?" "He dldn t like htm well enough to run after him.'* ahe r> plied hosltat tagiy The captain now started off In an ?nther dip < H | ?Vss your hushand ever jealous of Uuderw ,.H\ f By thlsttlme Annie had grown bus plclous of ^?very question She was en her guartj Jia'.oua? f.vhst do yo? mOtt I Nq. he wss no* jealour I I never any re taon^, \ refus,. t0 ?o any more questions." The captain rose and began to pace ?ie floor. "There's one little thing more, Mrs Jeffries, and then you can go. You can help your husband by helping us. 1 I want to put one more question to you and be careful to answer truth ', fully. Did you c\\\ at these rooms ! last night to see Mr. Underwood?" ' "I!" exclaimed Annie with mingled astonishment and indignation. "Of course not." "8ure?" demanded the captain, eye? ing her narrowly. "Positive," said Annie firmly. The captain looked puszled. "A woman called here last night to see him," he said thoughtfully, "and I thought that perhaps?" Interrupting himself, he went quick? ly to the door of the apartment and called to some one who was waiting In the corridor outside. A boy about It years of age, in the livery of an elevator attendant, entered the room. The captain pointed to Annie. "Is that the lady?" The boy looked carefully, and then shook his head. "Don't think so?no, sir. The other lady was a great swell." "You're sure, eh?" sild the captain "I think so," answered the boy. i "Do you remember the name she gave?" I "No, sir," replied the boy. "Ever since you asked me?" i Annie arose and moved toward the door She hid no time to waste there. Every moment now was pre? cious. She must get lsgal assistance at once. Turning to Capt. Clinton, she ?aid: "If you've no further use for me, eaptaln, I think I'll go." "Just one moment, Mrs. Jeffries," he said. The face of the elevator hoy sud? denly brightened up. < "That's it." he said eagerly. "That's itr? Jeffries. I think that was the name she gave, sir." i "Who?" demanded the captain. "Not IM lady." said the boy. "The other lau>. I think she said Jeffries, or Jenkins, or something like that." The captain waved his hand toward the door. "That's all right?go. We'll find her all right." The boy went out and the captain turned round to Annie. "It'll be rather a pity if it Isn't you." he said, with a suggestive smile "How so?" she demanded. The captain laughed. "Well, you see. a woman always 1 gets the jury mixed up. Nothing fools a man tike a pretty face, and i2 times 1 is 12 You see if they quarreled about you?your husband would Mand some chance." Patronizingly he added "Come. Mrs. Jeffrie: you'd net? ter tell the truth and 1 can a-vise you who to go to." Annie drew herself up, and with dignity said: Thanks, I'm going to the best law yer 1 can get. Not one of those of jrt- | room politicians recommended b. a police captain. 1 am going to Richard Hrewster. He's th*? man. He'll soon get my husband out of the Tombs." Reflectively she added: "If my father had had Judge Brewster to defend him instead of a legal shark, he'd never have been railroaded to Jail. He'd be alive to-day." Capt. Clinton guffawed loudly. The Idea oi' ex-Judge Hrewster taking the case seemed to amuse him hugely. "Hrewster?" he laughed boisterous? ly. "You'd never be able to got Hrewster. Firstly, he's too expensive. Secondly, lie s old man Jeffries' law? yer He wouldn't tOIICh voor ease with a ten-foot pole. Beeidet*" be added lu a tone of contempt 1 Hrew ster s no good in a case of this kind He's a constitution lawyer- one oi them International fell era Hf don t know Bjothlag?" "He's the onl\ lawyer I \ ant," sl.i retorted d< termii.edly Then |he went on: "Howard s folki BUSl com? to hits rescue 'I hey must stand by him they must?" Th( captatl grinned. nn Tio.n what I hear." he sgld, ^kd man Jeffries WOaVt raise a Bngerq) save his scapegrace son from golneg to the < !,air He's done with him l<ie| good and all." Chuckling aloud and talking to him seif rather thai to his rta-avvls, he muttered: "That ahme will convince the jury. They'll argue that the boy can't be much good it ins own mi back on hirn " Annle'l eye fla ImmI "Precisely!" she exclaimed "Hut his own won't go back on him. I'll see to it that they don V" Rising and turning toward the door, she naked: "Hart you anything more to say to me. captain?" No." replied the captain lusitat nigh "You r.m go of course you'll be called later for the trial. You can see your husband In the Tombs when you wish " No 'nan is so hard that he has not a soft i.pot somewhere. At heart ('apt. Clinton was not an unkind man. LoSfl S'rvh e In the tolh ? force and i m'staken notion of the proper method of procedure in treating his Bgj antonlatlon held bj Columbia on prisoners had hardened him and made him brutal. Secretly he felt sorry \ir this plucky, energetic little woman who had such unbounded faith in her good-for-nothing husband, and wa> ready to fight all alone in his drfen.se Eyeing her with renewed interest, he demanded: "What are |0U going to do now?" Annie rtftched the door, and draw* ing her kill up to her full height, turned ami said: "I'm truing to undo all you have done. Ca] Clinton. I'm going to free my jtfuaband and prove his Innocence befara the- whole world, i don't knov how I'm going to do it, but I'll do it. I'll fight you, captain, to the last ditch, and I'll rescue my root- husband from your clutches if it takes everything I possess in the world." Quickly she opened the door and disappeared. CHAPTER XII. The American dearly loves a sen? sation, and the bigger and more blood? curdling it is the better. Nothing is more gratifying on arising in the morning and sitting down to partake of a daintily served breakfast than to glance hurriedly over the front page of one's favorite newspaper and see it covered with startling headlines. It matters little what has happened dur , Ing the night to shock the community, so long as it satisfies one's appetite for sensational news. It can be a fatal conflagration, a fearful railroad wreck, a gigantic bank robbery, a hor? rible murder, or even a scandalous divorce case. All one asks is that it be something big, with column after column of harrowing details. The newspapers are fully alive to what is expected of them, but It Is not always easy to supply the demand. There are times when the metropolis lan? guishes for news of any description. There are no dlsasirous fires, train: run without mishap, burglars go on a vacation, society leaders aot with de corum?In a word the city 19 deadly dull. Further consideration of the tariff remains the most thrilling topic the newspapers can find to writ* about I The murder at the aristocratic As- | truria, therefore, was hailed by the j editors as an unmixed journalistic i blessing, and they proceeded to play j It up for all It was worth. All the , features of a first-class sensation were present. The victim, Robert Under wood, was well known In society and a prominent art connoisseur. The place where the crime was committed was one of the most fashionable of New York's hostelrles. The presumed assassin was a college man and the son of one of the most wealthy and Influential of New York's citizens. True, this Howard Jeffries, the son. was a black aheep. He had been mixed up in all kinds of scandals be? fore. His own father had turned him out of doors, and he was married to a woman whose father died In prison Could a better combination of cir cumttances for a newspaper he con? ceived? The crime was discovered too late for the morning papers to ' rral^ mention of It, but the afternoon : papers fired a broadside that shook (hi town. All the evening papers had ) |g scare heads stretching across the | entire front r~gn ?"Ith pictures of rho principals' 'rvoiv rd and long Inter I views "i '1 tke coroner and Capt. i ("lnTo" "". ?,* icenred to he no doubl that the police hau arrested the right man. and in all quarters of the city there was universal sympathy lor Mr. Howard Jeffries. Sr. It was terrible to think that this splendid, upright man, whose wnole career was without j a single stain, who had served his antra try gallantly through the civil War, should have such dh-graee brought upon him in his old age. Everything pointed to a speedy trial and quick conviction. Public indigna? tion was aroused almost to a frenzy, 1 and a loud clamor went up against the law's delay Too many crimes Ol this nature, screamed the yellow press, had been allowed to sully the good name of the city, A fearful ex? ample must be made, no matter what the Standing and Influence of the pris? oner's family. Thus goaded on. the couota acted with promptness, Taken before a magistrate, Howard was at once committed to the Tombs to await trial, and the district attorney set to WOrM Impaneling a jury. Justice, be promised, would he swiftly done, une newspaper stated positively that the family would not Interfere, but would abandon the scapegrace son to his richly deserved late Judge Brewster, the famous lawyer, it was said, had al | ready been approached by the prison* ST*S S/ife, hat had declined to take the cane. Danker Jeffries also was. quoted as saying that the man under arres! was no longei a son of his. Ah one paper | olnted oat, it seemed _ f<irec and s waste of money to have ^ trial at all Th< sssassln had not ah been fhl led-handed, but had actually confessed why waste time fVCar a trial? True, one paper timidly Iget led thai it n Ighl have been a - set of suicide, Robert Underwo< d's Inanejal affnl . II went on lo ray, vere in 1 ri Itlcal condition, and the theory of suicide was borne oul to ? n < eStenl by*an interview with Dr. in profotrfT of psychologv at ' one of th* iiT'i\. I ties, who stated thai he v as|)\ no means convinced of the pi i onei V suiit. ami hinted that ihe nil* ged ?onf< i<ai might have been forced frani him by Ihe police, while le a hypnotic state This the? ory belittling as if did their pel sen? cation, did nol sut> the policy of the yellow press, so the learned profes bot al once became tits targ t for edi* toil ii attack The sensation mew in Importance is the day for the trial approached, All New York vrae sgosj with excite* im nt The hand ome Jewries man* sion River Ide 'hive was besieged Thursday, Mr. 11 O. Purdj was sleet oy cailcrs. The r Idei on the sight? seeing coachei Bhouted through their megaphones: "That's the house where the mur rlerer of Robert Hn der wood lived." The immediate v'eiirlty of the house the day that M ? crime was made pub? lic w;r- th ong d with curious pec* nie. The I linda of the house were drawn down Fl* 1f to phi (id th" In? mates from observation, hut tl rre ?vorn icveral cn in front of the n atu ^ptrnnco nrjd pnr?-ors by 6topped on ? ho sidewalk, pointing at the hou:.-e. A numter of newspaper men . <\ in a group, gathering rresh material for the net edition. A reporter ap? proached n i Idly from P.roadwny and Joined hie colleague?. "V"'1 boys," he Bald cheerily. "Any thir t Ing? Say. my paper is going to*h:iv. n bully storv to-morrow: Com* plete account by Underwood's valet. He tells how be cni:ght the murd< ror just as he was escaping from the apartment. We'll have pictures- and everything. It's fine. Anything do? ing here?" he demanded. "N'aw," grunted the others in dis? gruntled tones. "We saw the butler." said one re? porter, "and tried to gpt a story from him. but he flatly refused to talk. All he would say wns that Howard Jef? fries was nothing to the family, that his father d'dn't crre a straw what became of him." "That's pretty another reporter, er all." "Oh. you don't know old Jewries." chimed in a third. "When once he makes up his mind you might as well ^ry to move a house." I The afternoon was getting on; if their papersS were to print anything more that day they must hasten down? town. "Let's make one more attempt to get a talk out of the old man," sug? gest (1 one enterprising scribo. "All right," cried the others in chorus. You go ahead. We'll fol? low ir. a body and hack you up." Passing through the front gate, they mm: the bell, and after a brk%r par? ley were admitted to the house. They had hardly disappeared when a can drove hurriedly up and stopped at tb.9 curb A young woman, heavily v lied, f< i 'rt'ed. paid the driver, and walked through the gates toward the hove, Aril- tried *o feel brave, but her heart ml 'gave her when she . aw thu iplendid home with all its evidence of tough!" exclaimed "He's his son, aft ^2 ' - The Jc.'.'ries Mansion Was Besieged by Callers. Wealth', culture and refinement, it was the first time she had ever entered its gates, although, in a measure, she was entitled to look upon it as her own home. Perhaps never so much as now she realized what a deep gulf lay between her husband's family and herself. This was a world she had never known?a world of opulence and luxury. She did not know how she had summoned up courage enough to come. Yet there was no time to be lost. Immediate action was neces? sary. Howard must have the best lawyers that money could procure. Judge Hrewster had been deaf to her entreaties. He had declined to take the case. She had no money. How? ard's father must come to his assist? ance. She would plead with him and Insist that it was his duty to stand by his son. She wondered how he would receive her, if he would put her out or be rude to her. He might tell the servants to shut the door in her face. Timidly she rang the bell. The butler opened the door, and sum? moning up all her courage, she asked: "is Mr. Jeffries in?" To her utter amazement the butler o^eied no objection to her entering. Mistaking her for a woman reporter, several of whom had already called that morning, he said: "Go right in the library, madam; the other newspaper folk are there." SM" p i d through the splendid re Ceptlon hall, marveling inwardly at tie beautiful statuary ami pictures, no litth intimidated tit finding her self amid such splendid surroundings On the left il .re was a door draped with handsome tapestry. "Right in there, mlSB," Bald the but h r. She went in. and found herself in a room of noble proportions, the walls oi which were TituTi with bookshelves tilled with tomes in rich bindings The light that entered through the stained glass windows ca t a subdued hall light, warm and rich in color, on the j crimson plush furnishings Near the i heavy flat desk in the center el* the room a tall, distinguished man was standing listening deprecatingly to i th-- half dozen reporters who were bombarding him with questions. As Annh entered the room she caught the woids of his reply: " The young man who has Inherited my name has c hosen his own path in life. 1 am grieved to say that his con duct at college, his marriage, has complete!) separated him from his ed vice president for the Third clr family, and I have quite made up my j mind that In no way or manner can ? his family become identified with any steps he may take t:j escape the pen alty of his mad act. 1 am his father* and l suppose, under the circum? stance s, 1 ought to say something. But I have decided not to. I don't wish . to give tic American public any ex? cuse to think that I am palliating or ! condoning Ills crime. Gentlemen, 1 wish yo i ? ?. 1 day." Annie, y ho had been listening in? tently, at once saw her opportunity. Mr. J< " ' a bad taken no notice of her presence, believing her to be a newapapi r writer like the others. As th reporters took their departure and QU t! out of the room, she r< - mained behind. As the last one disap? peared she turned to the banker and said: "May I speak to you a moment?" He ruined quickly and looked at h\" in surprise For the first time he t was conscious of her pres< nee. Row? ing courteously, he shook his head: J "I am afraid I can do nothing for you madam?as I've just explained to j your confreres of the press." Annie looked up at him, and said ' boldly: "I am not a reporter, Mr. Jeffries. I am your son's wife.'* The banker started back in amaze? ment. This woman, whom he had I taken for a newspaper reporter, was ! an interloper, an imposier, the very last woman in the werld whom he would have permitted to be admitted to his house. He considered that she, as much as anybody else, had con? tributed to his son's ruin. Yet what r.ould he do? She was there, and he ' was too much of a gentleman to have I her turned out bodily. Wondering at his silence, she repeated softly: "I'm your son's wife, Mr. Jeffries." The banker looked at her a mo? ment, as if taking her in from head to ! foot. Then he said coldly: "Madam, I have no son." He hesi? tated, and added: "I don't recognize?" She looked at him pleadingly. "But I want to speak to you, sir." Mr. Jeffries shook hit; head, and moved toward the door. "I repeat, I have nothing to say." Annie planted herself directly in his path. He could not reach the door ; unless he removed her forcibly I "Mr. Jeffries," she said earnestly, I "please don't refuse to hear me? j please?" He halted, looking as if he would like to escape, but there was no way of egress. This determined-looking young woman had him at ; disad? vantage. "I do not think," he said icily, "that there is any subject which can be of mutual interest?" "Oh, yes, there is," she replied eag 1 erly. She was quick to take advan I tage of this entering wedge into the 1 man's martle of cold reserve. "Flesh and blood," she went on earnestly, "is of mutual interest. Your ion is yours whether you cast him off I or not. You've got to hear me. I am i not asking anything for myself. It's J for him. your son. He's in trouble. Don't desert him at a moment like i this. Whatever he may have done to deserve your anger?don't?don't deal him such a blow. You cannot, realize What it means in such a critical situa? tion. Even if you only pretend to be ' Cflantily with him?you don't need to '?v be friends with him. Rut don't < what the effect will be if you, his father, publicly withdraw from his support? Everybody will say he's no good, that he can't be any good or his father wouldn't go back on him. You know what the v.or.d is. People will I condemn him because you condemn him. Thty woa'i even give him a hearing. For God s sake, don't go I back on him now!" I " Mr. Jeffries turned and walked to? ward the window, and stood there ga? zing on the trees on the lawn. She did not see his face, but by the ner? vous twitching of his hands behind his back, she saw that her words had not been without effect. She waited in silence for him to say something. Presently he turned around, and she saw that his face bad changed. The look of haughty pride had gone. She had touched the chords of the fa? ther's heart. Gravely he said: "Of course you realise that you, above all others, are responsible for his present position." She was aboul to demur, but she checked herself. What did she care what they thought of her? She was lighting to save her husband, not to make the Jeffries family think better of her. Quickly she answered: "Well, all right?I'm responsible? but don't punish him because of me." Mr. Jeffries looked at her. Who was this young woman who championed so warmly his own son.' She was his wife, of course. Put Wives of a certain kind arc quick to desert their husbandi when they arc in trou? ble. There must be some good In the girl, after all. he thought Hesitating? ly, be said. I could have forgiven him every? thing, i verytbing but?" "Put me, she said promptly. "I know it Don't you suppose I feel it. too, and don't you suppose it hurts?" Mr Ji til i? s stiffened up. This wom? an was evldcntl) trying to excite his sympathies. The hard, proud expres? sion v; me bat k Into his face, as he au swereo curtly: "Forgive me for speaking plainly, but my son':, marriage with BUCh a woman as you has made it impossible i to cm n consider the qu stion of recon* cilia! ion." With all her efforts at self-COUtrOl, Annie would have been more than human had she not resented the insin? uation in this cruel speech. For a mo? ment she forgot the Importance oi preserving amicable relations, and she j retort* (1: "Such a woman as me? That'spret euit ami Mr. I. C. Strausi general ty pljMn?. But you'll have to sj I ak ow u more plainly. What do you mean * ben you nay such a woman as me? Wbol have I dene?'' Mr. J? .. : i ? looked out of the win? dow without ittOWeiing, and she w?nt on: "I worked in a factory prheo I was nine ft STS old, and I've e arned my living ever since. There's no disgmce in thai, is there? There's nothing again:-, me peieoneily?nothing uis gr] i 11 1, I mean. I know I'm not cdu cai d. I'm not a bsdy in yOUT sense of the* word, but I've led a <ie<- ni life. There isn't a breathot scandal against me?not a breath, nut sr bat's the good of talkirg about me? Never mind me. I'm net asking for anything. What ere you going to do tor hin.? He must hive the best lawyer that money can procure?none 01 those barroom orators. Judge Hrewster, your lawyer, is the man. We want Judge Brewoter." Mr. Jeffries shrugged his shoulders. "I repeat?my son's marriage with the daughter* of a man who died in prison?" She interrupted him "That was hard luck?nothing but I hard luck. You're not going to make I me responsible for that, are you? ! Why, I was only eight years old when that happened. Could I have pre? vented it?" Recklessly she went on: "Well, blame it on me if you want to, but don't hold it up against Howard. He didn't know it when he married me. He never would have known it but for the detectives employed by you to dig up my family history, and the newspapers did the rest. God! what they didn't say! I never real? ized I was of so much importance. They printed it in scare-head lines. It made a line sensation for the public, but it destroyed my peace of mind." "A convict's daughter!" said Mr. Jeffries contemptuously. "He was a good nan at that!" she answered hotly. "He kept the squarest poolroom in Manhattan, but he re | fused to pay police blackmail, and he was railroaded to prison." Indig? nantly she went on: "If my father's shingle had been up in Wall street, and he'd made 50 dishonest millions, you'd forget it next morning, and you'd welcome me with open arms. But he was unfortunate. Why. Hilly Delmore was the best man in the world. He'd give away the last dollar he had to a friend. I wish to God he was alive now! He'd help to save your son. I wouldn't have to come here to ask you." Mr. Jeffries shifted uneasily on his feet and looked away "You don't seem to understand," he said impatiently. Tea completely cut him off from the family. It's as if he were dead." She approached nearer and laid her hand gently on the banker's arm. : "Don't say that, Mr. Jeffries. It's wicked to say that about your own son. He's a good boy at heart, and j he's been so good to me. Ah, if you only knew how hard he's tried to get work I'm sure you'd change your opin? ion of him. Irately he's been drinking I a little because he was disappointed in not getting anything to do. But he tried so hard. He walked the ; streets night and day. Once he even [?took a position as guard on the ele [ vated road. Just think of it. Mr. Jeff? ries, your son?to such straits were we reduced?but he caught cold and had to give it up. I wanted to go to work and help him out. I always I earned my living before I married , him. but he wouldn't let me. You j don't know what a good heart he's , got. He's been weak and foolish, but you know he's only a boy." She watched his face to see if her words were having any effect, but Mr. Jeffries showed no sign of relenting. Sarcastically, he said: J "And you took advantage of the fact and married him?" j For a moment she made no reply. She felt the reproach was not unmer? ited, but why should they blame her for seeking happiness? Was she not entitled to it as much as any other woman? She had not married How a d lor his social position or his money. In fact, she had been worse off since her marriage than she was before. She married him because she loved him, and because she thought she could redeem him. and she was ready to go through any amount of suffering to prove her disinterested devotion. Quietly, she said: "Yes, 1 know?I did wrong. But I? I love him, Mr. Jeffries. Believe me or not?I love Mm. It's my only ex? cuse. I thought I could take care of him. He needed some one to look aft? er him, he's too easily Influenced. You know his character is not so strong as it might be. He told me that his fellow students at college used to hyp? notize him and make him do all kinds of things to amuse the other boys. He Says that somchon he's never been the same sine?? 1?1 just, loved him "You Will Leave America Never tc Return?" counsel for iii.> TUii-.i . ir-.nn