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Andrews. He turned, and across the
courtroom the eyes of the financier and the stenographer met. At the sight of the great man, Spear flushed crimson, and then his loop of despair slowly disappeared; and into his eyes there came incredulously hope and gratitude. He turned his head sud denly to the wall. Mr. Thorndike stood irresolute and then sank back into his chair. The first man in the line was al ready at the railing. Other men followed, and in the for tune of each Mr. Thorndike found himself, to his surprise, taking a per sonal interest. It was as good as a play. t So great was his interest that he had forgotten the particular derelict he had come to serve, until Spear. stood almost at his elbow. Thorndike j turned eagerly to the judge and saw that he was listening to the rotund, gray, little man with beady, bird-like eyes who, as he talk ed, bowed and gesticulated. .Behind him stood, a younger man, a more modern edition of the other. He also bowed and, behind gold eyeglasses, smiled ingratiatingly. The judge nodded and, leaning for ward, for a few moments fixed his eyes upon the prisoner. "You are a very fortunate young man," he said. He laid his hand up on a pile of letters. "When you were your own worst friend, your real friends came to help you. These let ters speak for you; your employers, whom you robbed, have pleaded with me in your favor. It is urged in your behalf that at the time you commit ted the crime' for which you are found guilty you were intoxicated. In the eyes of the law that is no excuse. Some men can drink and keep their senses, it appears you cannot. When you drink you are a menace to your self and, as is shown by this crime, to the community. Therefore, you must not drink. In view of the good character to which your friends have testified, and on the condition that you do not touch liquor, I will not sentence you to jail, but will place you in charge of the probation offi cer." The judge leaned back in his chair and beckoned to Mr. Andrews. It was finished. Spear was free, and from different parts of the courtroom pep--pie were moving toward the door. Their numbers showed that the friends of the young man had been many. Mr. Thorndike felt a certain twinge of disappointment. Even though the result relieved and' de lighted him, he wished, in bringing it about, he had had some part. He was moving out of the railed enclosure when Andrews called him by name. "His honor," he said impressively, "wishes to speak to you." "The law, Mr. Thorndike, is not vindictive," he said. "It wishes only to be just. Nor can it be swayed, by wealth or political or social influ ences. But, when there is good in a man, I, personally, want to know it, and when gentlemen like yourself, of your standing in this city, come here to speak a good word for a man, we would stultify the purpose of justice if we did not listen. I thank you for coming, and I wish more of our citi zens were as unselfish and public spirited." It was all quite absurd and most embarrassing, but inwardly Mr. Thorndike glowed with pleasure. The chief clerk and two bank mes sengers were waiting by the automo bile with written calls for help from the office. They pounced upon the banker and almost lifted him into the car. "There's still time!" panted the chief clerk. "There is not!" -answered Mr. Thorndike. His tone was rebellious, defiant. It carried all the authority .of a spoiled child of fortune. "I've wasted most of this day," he declared, "and I intend to waste the rest of it. Andrews," he called, "jump in and IH give you a lunch at Sherry's."