“Ah, civil engineer, (with a glance at the jury). Following that occupation with Miss Hawkins?” (Smiles by the jury).
“No, sir,” said Harry, reddening.
“How long have you known the prisoner?”
“Two years, sir. I made her acquaintance in Hawkeye, Missouri.”
“M.....m...m. Mist-er.....er Brierly! Were you not a lover of Miss Hawkins?”
Objected to. “I submit, your Honor, that I have the right to establish the relation of this unwilling witness to the prisoner.” Admitted.
“Well, sir,” said Harry hesitatingly, “we were friends.”
“You act like a friend!” (sarcastically.) The jury were beginning to hate this neatly dressed young sprig. “Mister......er....Brierly! Didn’t Miss Hawkins refuse you?”
Harry blushed and stammered and looked at the judge. “You must answer, sir,” said His Honor.
“She—she—didn’t accept me.”