When Deforrest Young opened the door and walked in, his face was wreathed in smiles.
"Well, hello, everybody," he cried heartily. "It's an awful night."
Ebenezer rose and extended his hand.
"So 'tis," he agreed.
Helen went forward quickly and helped slip the snow-covered coat from Deforrest's shoulders. At the same time she lifted her lips for a kiss. How she adored this brother of hers, and how anxiously she desired he should be satisfied with Ebenezer's account of the church proceedings.
"I'm lucky to be home for Sunday," remarked Deforrest. "I was afraid the case wouldn't close before day after tomorrow. But the jury came in last night, and everything was quickly closed up."
"We read about it in the paper," said his sister sympathetically. "It must have been a harrowing thing to go through."
"It certainly was! But the acquittal helped. The woman is very young and without friends, and I was glad to get it for her."
"But she's bad!" cut in Waldstricker. "Every paper said she was guilty."
"But the jury pronounced her innocent," exclaimed the lawyer, "so that puts an end to the argument!"