Американська трагедія

Chapter 27

           "Shegotup,triedasbyfire,andexclaimed,tenselyandbeautifully:"Butheismyson!Hehasjustbeenconvicted.Imustthinkasamotherhowtohelphim,howeverIfeelastohissin."Shegrippedherhandstogether,andeventhereportersweretouchedbyhermisery."Imustgotohim!Ishouldhavegonebefore.Iseeitnow."Shepaused,discoveringherselftobeaddressingherinmostagony,need,fear,tothesepublicearsandvoices,whichmightinnowiseunderstandorcare.

           "Somepeoplewonder,"nowinterruptedoneofthesesameamostpracticalandemotionallycallousedyouthofClyde’sownage—"whyyouweren’tthereduringthetrial.Didn’tyouhavethemoneytogo?"

           "Ihadnomoney,"sherepliedsimply."Notenough,anyhow.Andbesides,theyadvisedmenottocomethattheydidnotneedme.ButnownowImustgoinsomewayImustfindouthow."Shewenttoasmallshabbydesk,whichwasapartofthesparseandcolorlessequipmentoftheroom."Youboysaregoingdowntown,"shesaid."WouldoneofyousendatelegramformeifIgiveyouthemoney?"

           "Sure!"exclaimedtheonewhohadaskedhertherudestquestion."Giveittome.Youdon’tneedanymoney.I’llhavethepapersendit."Also,ashethought,hewouldwriteitup,orin,aspartofhisstory.

           Sheseatedherselfattheyellowandscratcheddeskandafterfindingasmallpadandpen,shewrote:"ClydeTrustinGod.AllthingsarepossibletoHim.Appealatonce.ReadPsalm51.

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