Calvary Alley by Alice Caldwell Hegan Rice
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of compassionate knowledge. But Nance did not see the judge; her gaze was
riveted upon her two arch enemies: Mason, with his flat nose and pugnacious jaw, and "Old Cock-eye," the policeman who looked strangely unfamiliar with his helmet off. "Well, Mr. Mason," said the judge when the three small offenders had been ranged in front of the desk, with the witnesses grouped behind them, "I'll ask you to tell me just what took place last Saturday afternoon at the cathedral." Mason cleared his throat and, with evident satisfaction, proceeded to set forth his version of the story: "I was sweeping out the vestibule, your Honor, when I heard a lot of yelling and knew that a fight was on. It's that away every Saturday afternoon that I ain't on the spot to stop it. I run down through the cathedral and out to the back gate. The alley was swarming with a mob of fighting, yelling children. Then I see these two boys a-fighting each other up at the end of the alley, and before I can get to 'em, this here little girl flings herself between 'em, and the big boy picks up a rock and heaves it straight th'u the cathedral window." "Well, Mac," said the judge, turning to the trim, white-clad figure confronting him--a figure strangely different from the type that usually stood there. "You have heard what the janitor charges you with. Are you guilty?" "Yes, sir," said Mac. "The breaking of the window was an accident?" |
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