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And
then
Mrs.
Griffiths
,
on
her
knees
praying
to
her
God
to
help
her
.
Here
,
NOW
,
he
must
show
his
Almighty
hand
--
his
never-failing
mercy
.
Enlightenment
and
help
must
come
from
somewhere
--
otherwise
how
was
she
to
get
the
fare
,
let
alone
raise
money
for
Clyde
's
appeal
?
Yet
as
she
prayed
--
on
her
knees
--
a
thought
.
The
newspapers
had
been
hounding
her
for
interviews
.
They
had
followed
her
here
and
there
.
Why
had
she
not
gone
to
her
son
's
aid
?
What
did
she
think
of
this
?
What
of
that
?
And
now
she
said
to
herself
,
why
should
she
not
go
to
the
editor
of
one
of
the
great
papers
so
anxious
to
question
her
always
and
tell
him
how
great
was
her
need
?
Also
,
that
if
he
would
help
her
to
reach
her
son
in
time
to
be
with
him
on
his
day
of
sentence
that
she
,
his
mother
,
would
report
the
same
for
him
.
These
papers
were
sending
their
reporters
here
,
there
--
even
to
the
trial
,
as
she
had
read
.
Why
not
her
--
his
mother
?
Could
she
not
speak
and
write
too
?
How
many
,
many
tracts
had
she
not
composed
?
And
so
now
to
her
feet
--
only
to
sink
once
more
on
her
knees
:
"
Thou
hast
answered
me
,
oh
,
my
God
!
"
she
exclaimed
.
Then
rising
,
she
got
out
her
ancient
brown
coat
,
the
commonplace
brown
bonnet
with
strings
--
based
on
some
mood
in
regard
to
religious
livery
--
and
at
once
proceeded
to
the
largest
and
most
important
newspaper
.
And
because
of
the
notoriety
of
her
son
's
trial
she
was
shown
directly
to
the
managing
editor
,
who
was
as
much
interested
as
he
was
impressed
and
who
listened
to
her
with
respect
and
sympathy
.
He
understood
her
situation
and
was
under
the
impression
that
the
paper
would
be
interested
in
this
.
He
disappeared
for
a
few
moments
--
then
returned
She
would
be
employed
as
a
correspondent
for
a
period
of
three
weeks
,
and
after
that
until
further
notice
.
Her
expenses
to
and
fro
would
be
covered
.
An
assistant
,
into
whose
hands
he
would
now
deliver
her
would
instruct
her
as
to
the
method
of
preparing
and
filing
her
communications
.
He
would
also
provide
her
with
some
ready
cash
.
She
might
even
leave
tonight
if
she
chose
--
the
sooner
,
the
better
.
The
paper
would
like
a
photograph
or
two
before
she
left
.
But
as
he
talked
,
and
as
he
noticed
,
her
eyes
were
closed
--
her
head
back
.
She
was
offering
thanks
to
the
God
who
had
thus
directly
answered
her
plea
.
Bridgeburg
and
a
slow
train
that
set
down
a
tired
,
distrait
woman
at
its
depot
after
midnight
on
the
eighth
of
December
.
Bitter
cold
and
bright
stars
.
A
lone
depot
assistant
who
on
inquiry
directed
her
to
the
Bridgeburg
Central
House
--
straight
up
the
street
which
now
faced
her
,
then
two
blocks
to
her
left
after
she
reached
the
second
street
.
The
sleepy
night
clerk
of
the
Central
House
providing
her
instantly
with
a
room
and
,
once
he
knew
who
she
was
,
directing
her
to
the
county
jail
.
But
she
deciding
after
due
rumination
that
now
was
not
the
hour
.
He
might
be
sleeping
.
She
would
go
to
bed
and
rise
early
in
the
morning
.
She
had
sent
him
various
telegrams
.
He
knew
that
she
was
coming
.
But
as
early
as
seven
in
the
morning
,
rising
,
and
by
eight
appearing
at
the
jail
,
letters
,
telegrams
and
credentials
in
hand
.
And
the
jail
officials
,
after
examining
the
letters
she
carried
and
being
convinced
of
her
identity
,
notifying
Clyde
of
her
presence
.
And
he
,
depressed
and
forlorn
,
on
hearing
this
news
,
welcoming
the
thought
of
her
as
much
as
at
first
he
had
dreaded
her
coming
.
For
now
things
were
different
.
All
the
long
grim
story
had
been
told
.
And
because
of
the
plausible
explanation
which
Jephson
had
provided
him
,
he
could
face
her
perhaps
and
say
without
a
quaver
that
it
was
true
--
that
he
had
not
plotted
to
kill
Roberta
--
that
he
had
not
willingly
left
her
to
die
in
the
water
.
And
then
hurrying
down
to
the
visitor
's
room
,
where
,
by
the
courtesy
of
Slack
,
he
was
permitted
to
talk
with
his
mother
alone
.
On
seeing
her
rise
at
his
entrance
,
and
hurrying
to
her
,
his
troubled
intricate
soul
not
a
little
dubious
,
yet
confident
also
that
it
was
to
find
sanctuary
,
sympathy
,
help
,
perhaps
--
and
that
without
criticism
--
in
her
heart
.
And
exclaiming
with
difficulty
,
as
a
lump
thickened
in
his
throat
:
"
Gee
,
Ma
!
I
'm
glad
you
've
come
.
"
But
she
too
moved
for
words
--
her
condemned
boy
in
her
arms
--
merely
drawing
his
head
to
her
shoulder
and
then
looking
up
.
The
Lord
God
had
vouchsafed
her
this
much
.
Why
not
more
?
The
ultimate
freedom
of
her
son
--
or
if
not
that
,
at
least
a
new
trial
--
a
fair
consideration
of
the
evidence
in
his
favor
which
had
not
been
had
yet
,
of
course
.
And
so
they
stood
for
several
moments
.
Then
news
of
home
,
the
reason
for
her
presence
,
her
duty
as
a
correspondent
to
interview
him
--
later
to
appear
with
him
in
court
at
the
hour
of
his
sentence
--
a
situation
over
which
Clyde
winced
.
Yet
now
,
as
he
heard
from
her
,
his
future
was
likely
to
depend
on
her
efforts
alone
.
The
Lycurgus
Griffiths
,
for
reasons
of
their
own
,
had
decided
not
to
aid
him
further
.
But
she
--
if
she
were
but
able
to
face
the
world
with
a
sound
claim
--
might
still
aid
him
.
Had
not
the
Lord
aided
her
thus
far
?
Yet
to
face
the
world
and
the
Lord
with
her
just
one
plea
she
must
know
from
him
--
now
--
the
truth
as
to
whether
he
had
intentionally
or
unintentionally
struck
Roberta
--
whether
intentionally
or
unintentionally
he
had
left
her
to
die
.
She
had
read
the
evidence
and
his
letters
and
had
noted
all
the
defects
in
his
testimony
.
But
were
those
things
as
contended
by
Mason
true
or
false
?
