forward to his proper position in front of the 
gate where the judge could see and hear him. Then the 
final pleas of the lawyers for clemency, the letters of 
friends and relatives, the prisoner's own statement, and 
anything else that might be either for or against him 
were considered, and the sentence administered accord- 
ingly. It might have been supposed that in a case of 
such importance as Stener's and Cowperwood's, the two 
men being fairly prominent, they would have been 
brought in in some unobtrusive way and sentenced; 
but such was not the case here. Judge Payderson was a 
stickler for form and order in his court, never giving 
way except to notable political influence, which was 
conspicuously lacking in Cowperwood's case. So he and 
Stener had to accept the rather disagreeable arrangement 
of being brought in with decidedly ordinary criminals and 
lined up on the side wall in the aisle, which was a thing 
neither of them ever forgot afterward. 
When they reached the court the same little pen in 
which Cowperwood had awaited the verdict of his jury 
several months before was waiting to receive them, or 
him. Owing to a lively sense of possible favors to come, 
Eddie Zanders was not insistent on Cowperwood's en- 
tering at once, knowing well how offensive the pen was 
to him. 
" We can sit outside here," he observed, "or walk 
around. We got a half-hour yet before we need to go in 
Because it was cold—still snow on the ground—it then 
occurred to him that they might visit a near-by saloon 
which was visible from where they stood. It was a 
thought quite inappropriate to Cowperwood's father, and 
to Cowperwood himself in a way, though he did not so 
much mind, but Zanders could not be expected to see this. 
His standards were of the jail and the average court 
hanger - on. " It's warm over there," he volunteered, 
genially, " and you can get something to drink if you