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And
now
this
American
witness
to
the
rule
of
God
upon
earth
,
sitting
in
a
chair
in
her
shabby
,
nondescript
apartment
,
hard
-
pressed
for
the
very
means
to
sustain
herself
--
degraded
by
the
milling
forces
of
life
and
the
fell
and
brutal
blows
of
chance
--
yet
serene
in
her
trust
--
and
declaring
:
"
I
can
not
think
this
morning
.
I
seem
numb
and
things
look
strange
to
me
.
My
boy
found
guilty
of
murder
!
But
I
am
his
mother
and
I
am
not
convinced
of
his
guilt
by
any
means
!
He
has
written
me
that
he
is
not
guilty
and
I
believe
him
.
And
to
whom
should
he
turn
with
the
truth
and
for
trust
if
not
to
me
?
But
there
is
He
who
sees
all
things
and
who
knows
.
"
At
the
same
time
there
was
so
much
in
the
long
stream
of
evidence
,
as
well
as
Clyde
's
first
folly
in
Kansas
City
,
that
had
caused
her
to
wonder
--
and
fear
.
Why
was
he
unable
to
explain
that
folder
?
Why
could
n't
he
have
gone
to
the
girl
's
aid
when
he
could
swim
so
well
?
And
why
did
he
proceed
so
swiftly
to
the
mysterious
Miss
X
--
whoever
she
was
?
Oh
,
surely
,
surely
,
surely
,
she
was
not
going
to
be
compelled
,
in
spite
of
all
her
faith
,
to
believe
that
her
eldest
--
the
most
ambitious
and
hopeful
,
if
restless
,
of
all
of
her
children
,
was
guilty
of
such
a
crime
!
No
!
She
could
not
doubt
him
--
even
now
.
Under
the
merciful
direction
of
a
living
God
,
was
it
not
evil
in
a
mother
to
believe
evil
of
a
child
,
however
dread
his
erring
ways
might
seem
?
In
the
silence
of
the
different
rooms
of
the
mission
,
before
she
had
been
compelled
to
remove
from
there
because
of
curious
and
troublesome
visitors
,
had
she
not
stood
many
times
in
the
center
of
one
of
those
miserable
rooms
while
sweeping
and
dusting
,
free
from
the
eye
of
any
observer
--
her
head
thrown
back
,
her
eyes
closed
,
her
strong
,
brown
face
molded
in
homely
and
yet
convinced
and
earnest
lines
--
a
figure
out
of
the
early
Biblical
days
of
her
six-thousand-year-old
world
--
and
earnestly
directing
her
thoughts
to
that
imaginary
throne
which
she
saw
as
occupied
by
the
living
,
giant
mind
and
body
of
the
living
God
--
her
Creator
.
And
praying
by
the
quarter
and
the
half
hour
that
she
be
given
strength
and
understanding
and
guidance
to
know
of
her
son
's
innocence
or
guilt
--
and
if
innocent
that
this
searing
burden
of
suffering
be
lifted
from
him
and
her
and
all
those
dear
to
him
and
her
--
or
if
guilty
,
she
be
shown
how
to
do
--
how
to
endure
the
while
he
be
shown
how
to
wash
from
his
immortal
soul
forever
the
horror
of
the
thing
he
had
done
--
make
himself
once
more
,
if
possible
,
white
before
the
Lord
.
"
Thou
art
mighty
,
O
God
,
and
there
is
none
beside
Thee
.
Behold
,
to
Thee
all
things
are
possible
.
In
Thy
favor
is
Life
.
Have
mercy
,
O
God
.
Though
his
sins
be
as
scarlet
,
make
him
white
as
snow
.
Though
they
be
red
like
crimson
,
make
them
as
wool
.
"
Yet
in
her
then
--
and
as
she
prayed
--
was
the
wisdom
of
Eve
in
regard
to
the
daughters
of
Eve
.
That
girl
whom
Clyde
was
alleged
to
have
slain
--
what
about
her
?
Had
she
not
sinned
too
?
And
was
she
not
older
than
Clyde
?
The
papers
said
so
.
Examining
the
letters
,
line
by
line
,
she
was
moved
by
their
pathos
and
was
intensely
and
pathetically
grieved
for
the
misery
that
had
befallen
the
Aldens
.
Nevertheless
,
as
a
mother
and
woman
full
of
the
wisdom
of
ancient
Eve
,
she
saw
how
Roberta
herself
must
have
consented
--
how
the
lure
of
her
must
have
aided
in
the
weakening
and
the
betrayal
of
her
son
.
A
strong
,
good
girl
would
not
have
consented
--
could
not
have
.
How
many
confessions
about
this
same
thing
had
she
not
heard
in
the
mission
and
at
street
meetings
?
And
might
it
not
be
said
in
Clyde
's
favor
--
as
in
the
very
beginning
of
life
in
the
Garden
of
Eden
--
"
the
woman
tempted
me
"
?
Truly
--
and
because
of
that
--
"
His
mercy
endureth
forever
,
"
she
quoted
.
And
if
His
mercy
endureth
--
must
that
of
Clyde
's
mother
be
less
?
"
If
ye
have
faith
,
so
much
as
the
grain
of
a
mustard
seed
,
"
she
quoted
to
herself
--
and
now
,
in
the
face
of
these
importuning
reporters
added
:
"
Did
my
son
kill
her
?
That
is
the
question
.
Nothing
else
matters
in
the
eyes
of
our
Maker
,
"
and
she
looked
at
the
sophisticated
,
callous
youths
with
the
look
of
one
who
was
sure
that
her
God
would
make
them
understand
.
And
even
so
they
were
impressed
by
her
profound
sincerity
and
faith
.
"
Whether
or
not
the
jury
has
found
him
guilty
or
innocent
is
neither
here
nor
there
in
the
eyes
of
Him
who
holds
the
stars
in
the
hollow
of
His
hand
.
The
jury
's
finding
is
of
men
.
It
is
of
the
earth
's
earthy
.
I
have
read
his
lawyer
's
plea
.
My
son
himself
has
told
me
in
his
letters
that
he
is
not
guilty
.
I
believe
my
son
.
I
am
convinced
that
he
is
innocent
.
"
