He loved her. When the child came, she forgot the tender tie that bound her to the man and thought only of the little innocent atom and the forgotten duty she owed it. Timidly she asked him to right the wrong. He listened to the whispered pleading, but his masculinity could not understand, so he refused. Then it was that the woman forgot she was a human mother; her soul wandered back to primeval ages, her heart was conquered and controlled by primeval forces, and her nature became animal. The animal mother kills to protect her young, and so the mother killed the man who denied his child parentage. The judge appointed a lawyer to defend her, and the battle for a human soul was fought. In ringing terms the prosecutor demanded her life as forfeit for the life she had taken, and the jury listened to the logic of the law. The attorney for the defense spoke of the little life that had created the sin, and the jury listened to a plea of humanity and maternity, and heard the silent voice of right. In summing up, the woman's lawyer consulted his watch, there in the watch was a portrait of the father of her child and the creator of her misery, the man whom she had loved and for whom she had suffered and sorrowed, the man who was but a man. When she regained consciousness and learned that the jury bad decided not to murder two lives to vindicate one, she went to the advocate of her sorrowful justice, and confessed she had learned it was his son she had killed. The attorney was now the judge, the thirteenth juror. But in her second defense she had another and a more unique attorney, the new-born grain of innocence. The babe offered its mute evidence, made its silent plea and obtained a second acquittal. The father of his son took the mother of his son's child into his arms, and the final pardon was granted.