“Then, in my opinion, she hasn’t got a leg to stand on,” replied Mr. Tutt, pushing back his chair.
“Where are you goin’?” asked Ma anxiously.
“I had intended to go fishing,” answered the old man. “But after what you’ve told me, I think I’ll wander over to the courthouse instead.”
The judge had just gone on the bench when Mr. Tutt succeeded in working his way through the throng inside the courtroom to the rail. The entire countryside had turned out to see the legal melodrama in which Judge Gamage was playing Doctor Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. The parties and their respective lawyers were already in their places—brick-cheeked Squire Mason opposite the jury box, beside a flabby Buddhalike man with a vacant, pasty face and no eyebrows; Dorothy Tarleton—whom Mr. Tutt instantly recognized—at the adjoining table with her counsel, Mr. Lecky, a mild-mannered, asthmatic octogenarian, who had been a friend of her father’s.
“Gamage versus Kellogg,” called the clerk.
The courtroom hushed and Squire Mason stood up.
“If Your Honor please,” he began pompously, “this is an action for a declaratory judgment of forfeiture under the will of the late Louisa Gamage, who devised her two-hundred-acre estate, together with the house and buildings thereon, to her daughter, then Dorothy Tarleton, now Dorothy Kellogg, provided, however, that the latter should not marry before she reached the age of twenty-five years without her stepfather’s—my client’s—consent, in which case the property should go to him. There is no dispute whatsoever as to the facts. At nineteen years of age the defendant did marry, not only without the consent of the plaintiff, her legally appointed guardian, but in absolute defiance of his wishes. In fact, she eloped. That’s all there is to the case. I have here certified copies of the will and marriage certificate, also an original letter to the plaintiff in the defendant’s handwriting, which she left behind her. I offer them all in evidence.”
“Any objection?” inquired Judge Tompkins.
“No, Your Honor,” said Mr. Lecky. “There is no dispute as to the facts. Squire Mason has stated them quite correctly. My client, Mrs. Kellogg, did marry before she was twenty-five without her stepfather’s consent.”
“What, then, is your defense, counselor?”
The old man tottered to his feet.
“Our claim,” he wheezed, “is that the condition in her mother’s will limiting my client’s right to marry is void as against public policy.”
“A pure question of law?”
“Purely a question of law.”
“In that case,” suggested Tompkins, “why should not both parties stipulate on the record that the facts are as stated by counsel for the plaintiff?”
“That is satisfactory to me,” replied Mr. Lecky.
The judge nodded to the stenographer.
“Note the stipulation, Mr. Grady,” he directed.... “Now, counselor, why do you say that the testatrix couldn’t legally make the provision in question?”
“Because the law has always frowned upon limitations upon the right to marry as against public policy,” declared Mr. Lecky stoutly.
“Pardon me,” interposed Mason, “but such conditions have repeatedly been held valid in this state. Your Honor is, of course, familiar with Hogan versus Curtin, 88 New York 171.”
Dorothy looked up anxiously at her aged champion.
“Hogan versus Curtin does not apply,” answered Mr. Lecky, “for the simple reason that there the condition against marriage was limited to twenty-one years. Since, at the time that case was decided, a woman could not legally marry under twenty-one in any event, no additional limitation was placed by the will upon her right to marry. Now, if, in the present instance, the testatrix had been content to provide that her daughter must secure her guardian’s consent to marry merely before she became of age or else forfeit her property, I concede that the clause would have been a proper one. When, however, she sought to extend the period to twenty-five years, she went too far. To attempt to limit the defendant’s freedom to marry after her majority is unreasonable, and hence void.”
Judge Tompkins peered over his spectacles at Mason.
“How about it, counselor?”
The Squire, with a complacent grin, lifted a volume of reports from the table before him.
“The question of minority or majority doesn’t come into it!” he asserted triumphantly. “In the English case of Yonge versus Furse, 8 D. M. & G. 766, it was held that a precisely similar condition against a person marrying under the age of twenty-eight was valid.”
Mr. Tutt’s heart sank beneath his waistcoat. His sympathies were already enlisted upon the side of the dark-haired girl, who had tossed her future over the wall to marry for love.
“Is that so?” exclaimed Tompkins, reaching for the book. “H’m! That would seem to settle it, unless Mr. Lecky has some other authorities.”
Mr. Lecky shook his head.
“I have none. But in view of Your Honor’s attitude, I should like to have the plaintiff take the stand for a moment.”
“I object,” answered Mason. “The facts in the case have been conceded. Both sides have so stipulated.”
Tompkins hesitated.
“I am inclined to agree. However, I’ll hear what Mr. Lecky wants to ask. Let the plaintiff be sworn.”
A murmur of hostility ran along the benches as Gamage seated himself in the witness chair. His hairless baby face was as inscrutable as that of a poker player who holds four aces.
“Mr. Gamage,” said Mr. Lecky, “please tell the Court your reasons for refusing to give your consent to my client’s marriage.”
Squire Mason shot up:
“I object. The plaintiff’s reasons for his refusal are wholly irrelevant.”
Several boos came from the crowd in the rear.
Judge Tompkins pounded angrily with his gavel.
“If I hear anything like that again, I shall clear the room!” he said severely.... “Mr. Lecky, I don’t see what difference it makes what the plaintiff’s reasons may have been. I exclude the question as irrelevant.”
“Very well,” plaintively replied Mr. Lecky. “Then I will make an offer of proof. I propose to show from this witness’ own lips that long after his wife, a dying woman, had executed her will, she learned of her daughter’s engagement to Doctor Kellogg and gave it her approval. In spite of which, and for the sole and obvious purpose of securing the estate for himself, the witness deliberately declined to honor his wife’s wishes and refused the consent which she had, in fact, already given.”
A chorus of jeers and catcalls burst from the remoter spectators.
“Order! Order in the Court!” shouted Sheriff Higgins, pounding on the rail.
Judge Tompkins stood up.
“I decline to receive the evidence offered and I give the defendant an exception to my refusal.... Sheriff Higgins, clear the room! The Court will take a recess for ten minutes.”
He stalked out, his robe bellying behind him. Mr. Tutt picked up his stovepipe hat and followed to the judicial chamber.
“Well, Eph,” remarked the judge, pacing up and down, “there seems to be an all-fired lot of feeling about this case. What’s your opinion about it?”
“That Gamage and Mason are a pair of first-class crooks.”
“Looks that way,” admitted His Honor, accepting a stogie from his friend. “Between them, they’ve got that girl hog-tied.