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Song and StoryAuthor(s): David MortonSource: The North American Review, Vol. 231, No. 1 (Jan., 1931), p. 31Published by: University of Northern IowaStable URL: http://www.jstor.org/stable/25113740 .

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SONG AND STORY 31

justice are only players in a degrad

ing farce, and sooner or later a

younger and wiser generation will

sweep us unregretfully off the stage.".

He bowed and then turned around and took his seat.

"Wait a minute," Judge Murphy said to the officer who was standing beside Borden. "Mr. Stopp, have

you,any more witnesses?"

"No, sir."

"Then submit the bill. Gentlemen of the jury, you will find a verdict for the defendant. Mr. Starret and

Mr. Borden, come here, please." Borden followed Mr. Starret inside

the rail. He didn't care what hap pened now; he'd done his job. The

Judge, peering down from the bench, had changed in appearance; he

looked noble and solemn and rather

sad; like one of the dogs in the

Landseer picture at home.

"Charlie, you ought to know bet ter than to talk to me that way," he

said. "I had to."

The Judge sniffed and then turned to Borden. "You'll make a good

lawyer," he said. "I'll remit your sentence." His eyes crinkled and his

broad humorous lip spread out.

"This Prohibition makes hypocrites of us all, don't it?"

"Yes, sir," said Borden, "it cer

tainly does."

Song and Story By David Morton

Now

when the summer is a lovely name We speak of and remember and are sad,

And autumn is no more a golden flame, And has no more the splendor that it had

?

Let us stop speaking, now, and listen, here, To how the rain is hushing every sound

Except its own soft singing where the year, In gold and crimson, lies along the ground.

This listening hour may ease our hearts of pain, Now, when the trouble in the trees has turned To these slow syllables of quiet rain That tell and tell again what they have learned ?

An old rain's tale of summers that are spent, And autumns and the golden way they went.

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