"This child," went on the agent, "is a cripple"--again Cecilia wanted to shout--"and mentally deficient."
"That is false!" cried Mrs. Salvey. "She is mentally brilliant."
"One minute, madam," said the judge gently.
"To prove that the child has hallucinations," pursued the man, reading from his papers, "I would like to state that for some years she has kept a book--called a promise book. In this she collected the names of all the persons she could induce to put them down, claiming that when the right person should sign she would recover some old, imaginary piece of furniture, which, she claimed, held the spirit of her departed grandfather."
The man stopped to smile at his own wit. Cecilia and Mrs. Salvey were too surprised to breathe--they both wanted to "swallow" every breath of air in the room at one gulp.
"And the specific charge?" asked the judge, showing some impatience.
"Well, your honor, we contend that a mother who will wilfully take such a child away from medical care, and hide her away from those who are qualified to care for her, must be criminally negligent."
The judge raised his head in that careful manner characteristic of serious thought.
"And what do you ask?" he inquired.
Cecilia thought she or Mrs. Salvey would never get a chance to speak--to deny those dreadful accusations.
"We ask, your honor," and the man"s voice betrayed confidence, "that this child be turned over to the Children"s Society. We will report to the court, and make any desired arrangements to satisfy the mother."
Turn Wren over to a public society! This, then, was the motive--those Rolands wanted to get the little one away from her own mother.
"Mrs. Salvey," called the judge, and the white-faced woman stood up.
As she did so, Mr. Reed, the lawyer, advanced to a seat quite close to that occupied by the judge. Rob Roland shifted about with poorly--hidden anxiety.
"You have heard the charge," said the judge very slowly. "We will be pleased to hear your answer."
"One minute, your honor," interrupted Lawyer Reed. "We wish to add that on the day that our doctor had decided upon a hospital operation for the child, the child was secretly smuggled off in an automobile by a young girl, and a young sporting character of this town."
Had Cecilia Thayer ever been in a courtroom before, she might have known that lawyers resort to all sorts of tricks to confuse and even anger witnesses. But, as it was, she only felt that something had hit her--a blow that strikes the heart and threatens some dreadful thing.
The next moment the blood rushed to her cheeks, relieved that pressure, and she was ready--even for such an insulting charge.
Mrs. Salvey was again called, and this time she was not interrupted.
She told in a straight-forward manner of the illness of her little girl, of her own difficulty in obtaining sufficient money to have the child treated medically, and of how her husband"s cousin, Wilbur Roland, senior member of the firm of Roland, Reed & Company, had come forward and offered her a.s.sistance.
"Then why," asked the judge, "did you take the child away?"
Mrs. Salvey looked at Cecilia. Lawyer Reed was on his feet and ready to interrupt, but the judge motioned him to silence.
"I took her away because I feared the treatment was not what she needed, and I had others offered," replied Mrs. Salvey.
"Other medical treatment?" asked the judge.
"Yes," answered the mother.
"Then she is being cared for?" and judge Cowles looked sharply at the children"s agent.
"Most decidedly," answered Mrs. Salvey with emphasis. "And not only is she better, but can now stand--she has not been able to do that in ten years."
"It"s a lie!" shouted Rob Roland, so angered as to forget himself entirely. "She is a hopeless cripple."
"Have you any witness?" asked the attorney of Mrs. Salvey, while the judge frowned at Rob and warned him to be careful or he might be fined for contempt of court.
The mother turned to Cecilia. "This young girl can corroborate my statement," she answered.
As Cecilia stood up the reporters actually left their places and very quietly glided up to seats near the trembling girl.
"Would they make a scandal of it?" she was thinking. "That lawyer"s remark about Jack Kimball?"
"Your name?" asked the judge.
She replied in a steady voice.
"And your occupation?"
Cecilia hesitated. She was not yet ready to make public the ambition she had so earnestly worked for.
"A student," she replied finally.
"Of what?" asked Rob Roland.
"Young man," said the judge sternly, "I am hearing this case, and any further discourtesy from you will be considered as contempt."
The youth smiled ironically. He was already accustomed to such usage, and did not mind it in the least if only he could gain his point, but this time he had failed.
"You know the child--Wren Salvey?" asked the judge.
"Yes. I have been in close attendance upon her for some weeks,"
replied Cecilia.
"And you can state that she is improved in health since leaving her mother"s house?"
"Very much improved. If she had not lost a very dear treasure, over which she grieves, I believe she would be almost well soon."
Cecilia looked very young and very pretty. She spoke with the conviction of candor that counts so much to honest minds, and judge Cowles encouraged her with a most pleasant manner. The newspaper men were scribbling notes rapidly. Rob Roland was looking steadily at the chandelier at the risk of injury to his neck--so awkward was his position.
"You are the young lady who removed the child?" questioned the magistrate.
"Yes," replied Cecilia.
"And her accomplice?" shouted Rob Roland questioningly.
"Leave the room!" ordered the judge. "I think there is a different case behind this than the one we are hearing. I shall inquire into it, and, for the good of the child and her wronged mother, I shall order a thorough investigation. What motive have those who brought up this alleged case? There is absolutely no grounds for this action. The case is dismissed."
So suddenly did the relief come to Cecilia that she almost collapsed.
She looked at Mrs. Salvey, who was pressing her handkerchief to her eyes.
"It is all right," whispered Cecilia. "Oh, I am so glad!"