Judge — September 27, 1919 — page 25: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

¥ “Clutie” John, the half-wit, rushes in with the news that Henry Withrow, who had attacked Hannah Ferguson, had been murdered HaxNau—Clutie, are you sure? CLutie—Ay, Hannah, I am. I saw his corpse myst stretched out in the yard. It was quare to think of him lying there, and me could hit him if I liked and him couldn't hit back. HkAs—Ohy he’s dead, thank God, he’s dead! Photo: by Waite Henry Withrow, the village bully, threatens to foreclose the mortgage on the Ferguson home. James Cesar, Hannah’s cowardly suitor, sum mons Courage enough to flaunt him asa miser Witnxow (shaking Casar roughly)—I’ve stood enough ot your back-chat, Casar, and I'll stand no more of it Cassar (feebly)—Let me go, will you? Wirnxow-T'll let you when P've done with you Hannah Ferguson, who had gone to beard Withrow, the family enemy, in his home, rushes into the fara house, crazed with terror and shame, and throws herself at her father’s knees Jonx Fercuson—Just tell me, daugh- ter, what happened you? The Fergusons’ only son has confesed that it washe HANNAU—Da, I’m ashamed who killed the man who had ruined his sister. Joux—Ashamed, daughter! . Hannau—Yes, ashamed! Oh, my God! Joun—We've had our pride and our humili- ation. God's been good to us and He's been bitter hard. But whatever it was we've bore it together, haven’t we? 2s coMmichbooksseom