american tragedy

Chapter 148 (2)
Chapter 327 (2)
"I have no money," she answered simply, "at least not enough, and they told me not to go, that they didn't want me to go. But now, now I must go, thinking Some way, now I have to think of a way." She walked towards the only small, battered table in the room. "Boys, you're going to town," she said. "Will one of you please send this telegram? I'll pay."

"Of course!" shouted the person who had asked her that rash question earlier, "give me the telegram. You don't have to pay anything, I'll send it to the newspaper." And he thought it might as well make the telegram a news piece or To include this telegram as part of his news.

She sat down at the painted yellow table, found a little book, a pen, and wrote, "Clyde—believes in God. He can do anything. Appeal now. Read a Hymn." A review will prove your innocence. We're coming right away. Parents.

"I'd better give you the money," she went on uneasily, wondering whether it would be a good idea to ask the newspaper to pay for it, and at the same time wondering whether Clyde's uncle would pay the cost of the appeal. It costs a lot of money.Then she said: "The telegram is rather long."

"I'll make a copy, too," said the third man in a sharp, unyielding tone, seeing the first reporter pocketing the telegram. "It's no secret. You, or she, must give it to me--immediately!"

Hearing him say this, the first person was afraid of a quarrel, and Mrs. Griffiths, though a little sensitized, began to sense that they might quarrel, and gave them the telegram, which they immediately copied.

Meanwhile, in Lycurgos, the Griffiths, having been first asked whether or not to appeal, and how much it would cost, declared that they had absolutely nothing to do with the question of whether or not to appeal. interest, not to mention convincing them that it should be done.At least if they are asked to pay, their attitude is like this, and they don't want to pay. This incident has brought them trouble in various ways, and it has hit them in terms of social status—although not economically. Every hour was the equivalent of a cross! There was so much talk of deliberate and flagrant plots and crimes committed by their close relatives that Bella's social future was ruined altogether.And the prospect of Gilbert, a well-intentioned, though impractical and inadvertent, act by Samuel Griffiths, ended in a devastating blow that left the couple Hadn't enough of the long practical struggles of his life taught him that it was foolish to act emotionally in business? Before he met Clyde, he had never allowed his actions to be influenced by his emotions.

But it was just a mistake, thinking that his father was unfair to his little brother, and it ended up like this! His wife and daughter forced him to move away from the happiest and most comfortable place in these years, and went to an exile life.Maybe forever, living in the suburbs of Boston or something, or forever enduring the winks and expressions of regret from friends! Ever since this happened, maybe forever.He himself and Gilbert had to keep discussing: whether to merge the business with Lycurgus or someone else in the form of a joint stock company, and start a joint venture business.Otherwise, move the company not gradually but quickly to Rochester or Buffalo, Boston, Bullock, and set up another general plant there.The only way to salvage this humiliation was for them to leave Lycurgos and everything they loved here.Their lives had to start over, at least in terms of social status.It was nothing to him, or to his wife, where else to try to restore their social status?

So, before the trial was over, Samuel and Gilbert Griffiths made up their minds to move the business to South Boston.There they might, with considerable dignity, disappear for a while, at least until this misfortune and humiliation had been forgotten.

Because of this, the request for further assistance to Clyde was flatly rejected, and Belknap and Jefferson sat together to discuss.It was clear that their time had indeed always been valuable, and in this case had been spent on the very flourishing business of Bridgeburg, and, because of the urgency of the case, so many things piled up, they Considering that they are never permitted or required to assist Clyde without further remuneration, whether for personal gain or of a charitable Also very impressive.There are so many court records, lawyers have a lot of briefs, and it costs money to copy them, but the government provides them with very little subsidy.At the same time, according to Jefferson, it would be foolish to assume that the Griffiths in the West had nothing to do with it.Haven't they been engaged in religious and charitable causes for so long? If the tragedy of Clyde's current predicament was pointed out to them, they might have raised at least a sum of money through various appeals. The actual cost of the appeal? Of course, they had not helped Clyde so far, but that was because his mother had been informed that her help was not needed.Things are different today.

"Better wire her," suggested Jefferson matter-of-factly, "and if we say she's trying to get here, we can get Oberworth to delay sentencing until October. And we might as well call She has to come: if she says she can't, then we'll have to think about the money. But maybe she'll get the money anyway, maybe part of the appeal fee."

So a telegram was immediately sent to Mrs. Griffiths, and a letter was sent to say that they had not said a word to Clyde, but that Lycurgus' relations had refused to assist him further in any way. him.Moreover, he will be sentenced by October at the latest.For his personal future, someone - preferably herself - had to come forward.And I hope that the appeal fee can be raised; otherwise, at least this fee should be guaranteed.

So Mrs. Griffiths fell on her knees again, and prayed to God for shelter.Now he must reveal his almighty hand, his kindness which never fails.She must be given some enlightenment and help, otherwise, how would she raise the traveling expenses? Not to mention raising the cost of Clyde's appeal.

But while she was praying, when she was on her knees, a thought came to her.The newspapers were always watching her, wanting her to speak.They follow her anytime and anywhere.Why didn't she help save her son first? How does she feel about this point? How does she feel about that point? At this moment, she was thinking to herself: In the past, she always wanted to visit these big newspapers of hers , she can go to the editor-in-chief of a certain company and tell them how serious her urgency is.If they could help her, she was willing to send him a report on the situation at that time.These newspapers sent reporters everywhere, even this court session was no exception.She saw it in the newspaper, so why couldn’t she—his mother? Didn’t she also speak and write? Didn’t she write many manuscripts?

So she stood up, but fell on her knees again: "You have answered me, O my God!" she kept shouting.Then she stood there, brought out her old brown coat, and that plain brown bonnet with some ribbons hanging from it--made after religious dress, and immediately went to the largest and most powerful house Go to the newspaper office.Because of her son's case, she was immediately interviewed by the editor-in-chief.As awe-inspiring as it was on her part, he was equally concerned on his part, and listened to her with such respect and sympathy that he knew her situation well and must have been concerned about it.He left for a moment, then came back.The newspaper intends to hire her as a special correspondent for three weeks;Her round-trip travel expenses are borne by the newspaper.He was going to send her right away to see one of the assistants assigned to her.He would tell her about the preparation and distribution of her newsletter.And he was able to give her some cash to help her out.If she wants to move, the sooner the better.Before leaving, the newspaper also hoped to take a picture or two of her.But when he talked, she closed her eyes and threw her head back.This is her thanking God for help.

(End of this chapter)