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Through the stir HE WES! t him he heard the crisp vorce of xston and district attorney I the West , aSI‘Iv'fi‘m' honor’s permission before “Mammary witness is examined .” he said canstically, “to read p ‘113011 the testimony ” He held 1n ‘9me ,1; a newspaper which earlier in gficul‘tm‘“ memoon, with cynical disregard é_r’s tactics, he had been casual- man y them .’ mom IINGS oPP' 7? asked Felder. an rezzzarked my ' of a.‘ little, sum uu uusu 1113. _ “Too bad, Tom,” he said sympathiz- Wei “71“:- Clerk, get (as-03:11:11: I lngly. “I don't think you quite de- w. M court 18 not yet 3. J0 I served it.” ' is the pan of darknm fell upon the ) Felder paced a moment without 1mm It brought to Jessica 3 sense I speaking. “I need evidence.” he said When as though the incident " then; “anything that may help. I the gloomy end. She turned 3 made a mistake. You heard all the and stumbled down the aisle. feel‘ ‘ testimony ?" ch the outer alr. Th th Odd that she must {ea e 0 er 11 ed. maroon: Jesswa had 19“ the t“ “What did you think of it?" no simmering down. Here and “What could any one think? I give a mafia! was 5m}? and showed all credit to your motive- Tom- but it’s In“: your seats, everybody? he i “138 the newspaper to a candle, “Her head in an even voice, pref. D .his finding with the journal's da . ' 3 or St. James' chapel. . y shocked to learn that its Henry Sanderson. who months on a prolonged b“- m in the building at the time W lies at the city hospital, sutfer- “'3 injuries from which it is ru- Erave doubt or his re. â€"- uuer mat rippled the court- Egg felt his heart bound and my “:1: _the Asuccinct statement "vâ€"v - â€"v 3 30 to 5 DW 301:3 °°ndition We learn that Mr. red. It was Hallelujah Jones. nit, waitl” he cried. “I have at ,to give!” He pointed excitedly yd Han-y. “This man is not what mink. He is not”â€" Iejudge’s gavel thumped upon the a, “How dare you.” he vociferated, 3k in upon the deliberations of this tl lfine you $20 for contempt.” netball leaped to his feet. What a this man know? He took a from his pocket and clapped it n on the clerk’s desk. mto purge him of contempt.” he ,tzmdcall him as a witness.” allelnjah Jones snatched the Bible “he clerk’s hands and kissed it. nudge was burning his tongue. gymwere leaning forward in their Edgar brightness. The glimmer of amen: lit the countenance of a who had bm§hgd_hgr_sl_eeve as he tic light suddenly went out, and mess SWooped upon the town and comtroom. Hubbub aroseâ€"people , _‘AAM ht mm‘s name‘” he blazed, “is BughSflres. It is a cloak he has 9 tittex' that ri n b cover his shame. He is HairySanderson of Aniston.” in their places. “15139? gave! pounded viciously, __ _M :M hnlIAmAA-I In. and argon 0 ӎ 0 “W3 fig} Autror of "Hearts Counzcous." Etc. ~â€" COP’B’RSGHT. l908. THE BOBBS- MERRILL COMPANY c‘grczvgfi-‘éfiflfiw 935° '5: vaW V it. Bit.” you ever seen the prisoner be- 71 he was a minister of the gos- 3 was unguessed 33 by little short was brought out voice bellowed tor 3d it. His ela- tree girdled at d not die! He Spray of liquid yet been MARCH 25th: him t4 deilcd W itmcrant. munlon ta b l e? Well, Hugh Stires is not only the Rev- erend Henry Something-or-other. but he is that man too! The crack brained old idiot would have told the tale all over again only the crowd hustled him. There he is now.” he said suddenly as a light sprang up and vbices broke out on the opnosite corner. “The gang is standing by. I see your friend Bar- Even as he spoke there came a shout of laughter and warning. The specta- tors scattered in all directions,_ and a stream or water from a well directed hose deluged the itinerant and his mu- sic box. Ten minutes later the street preacher, drenched and furious, was trundling his melodeon toward Funeral Hollow, on his way to the coast. ney McGinn,” he added, with a grim enjoyment. “I doubt if there are many converts tonight.” “Come, come! Putting his neck into the noose for mere Quixotic feeling? And who, pray. in this God forsaken town, should he be sacrificing himself for?" the doctor asked satirically. “That’s the rub.” said the lawyer. “Nobody; Yet I hang by my proposi. tion.” “Well. he'll hang by something less tenuous, I'm afraid. But it won’t be your fault. The crazy evangelist was only an in- cident. He mere- ly served to jolt us back to the normal. By the way, did you hear him spluttet after he got out?" “He has as good as admitted to Miss Holme that he knows who did It.” Felder turned upon the doctor squarely. “Yes," he returned bluntly. “He has. Whatever I may have be- lieved when I took this case, I have come to the conclusion-:against all my professional instincts, mind yonâ€"that he never killed Morea-n. I believe he’s as innocent as either you or I!” His friend looked at him with an amused expression. “I begin to think he must be a remarkable man!” he said. “Is it possible he has really con- vinced you that he isn’t guilty '2” “The casual View,” said the lawyer gloomfly. “Just what I should have said myselfâ€"if this had happened a month ago.” The other nodded. “What did you think of it?" “What could any one think? I give all credit to your motive, Tom. but it’s a pity you’ re mixed up in it.” ““7113“?! “Because, if there’s anything in hu- man evidence, he‘ s a thoroughly worth- less reprobate. He lay for Moreau and murdered him in cold blood, and he ought to swing.” “Too bad, Tom,” he said sympathizo ingly. “I don't think you quite de- served it.” Felder had been among the last to leave the courtroom. He was dis- comfited and angry. At the door of the courthouse Dr. Brent slipped an arm through his. Feldér. We can’t make you responsi- ble for lunatics. The court stands adâ€" journed. " Chapter 28 “Y on remem- ber the story he told the other night of the min- ister who was caught gambling on his own com- munion table? “N0.” “Y o l' That was what he himself had seemed to her in those old days. The edge of a flush touched his forehead as he said slowly. almost appealingly: “If there were any justice in the uni- verse,” she added, “it should be he immolating himself now, not you. But for him you would never be here. He mined your life and mine, and I hate and despise him for a selfish hypo- crite.” “He saved others.’ " she quoted in a hard voice; “ ‘himself he could not save!’ I once heard a minister preach from that text at home. It was your friend, the Rev. Henry Sanderson. I thought it a very spiritual sermon then. That was before I knew what his companionship had been to you.” lugs. My conscienée was fis'leep. §ou woke it, and it is fiercely alive now. And now with my memory has come back a debt of my past that I never paid. Whatever the outcome. form; soul's sake I must settle it now and wipe it from the score forever." She rose slowly to her feet. with a despairing gmturo. His face was that of a man who holds his hand in the fire. “Jessica.” he said. .“it is like this with me. When you found me here-the day I saw you on the balconyâ€"I was a man whose Sou! had lost its £9mpass and its boar- “Your life!” she said with dry llps. “It will mean that. That counts so fearfully much to me, more than my own life a hundred times. Yet there is something that counts more than all that to you.” again would save you pain I would give it gladly. But what you ask now is one thing I cannot do. It would make me a pitiful coward. I did not kill Moreau. That is all I can say to you or to those who try me.” “Oh. forgive me! Forget what ‘1 said! I did not mean it. I have forgiven you} a thousand times over. I never ceased to love you. I love you now more than all the world." “It is true,” he said, hoarse misery In his tone. “I have wronged you. It I could coin my blood drop by drop to. pay for the past I could not set that right. If giving my life over and over' She stopped suddenly at the look on his face of mortal pain, for she had struck harder than she knew. It pierc-' ed through the fierce resentment to her deepest heart, and all her love and pity gushed back upon her in a torrent. She threw herself on her knees by the bare cot, crying passionately: “Don’t you think I sufier? Haven’t I borne enough In the months since I married you for you to want to save me this? Do you owe me nothing, me whom you so wronged, whose”â€" “You mean you will not!” she e33 claimell bitterly. “You are bent on. sacrificing yourself, then? You: anegm ing to take this risk because you think it braVe and noble, bemuse somehow it: fits your man’s gospel. Can’t you.- see how wicked and selfish it is? You are thinking only of him and of your- self, not of me." “Jessica, J essécai” he protested, with. a groan. But in the self torture, of her: questionings she paid no heed. “Jessica,” he said steadily, “when you came to me here that first day and I told you not to fear for me I did not mean to deceive you. I thought then that it would all come right. But something has happened since thenâ€"- something that makes a difference. I cannot tell who was the murderer of Moreau. I cannot tell you or any one else, either now or at any time.” She gazed at him startled. She had a sudden conception of some element hitherto unguessed in his makeupâ€"- something inveterate and adamant Could it be that he did not intend to; tell at all? The very idea. was man, strous. Yet that clearly was his mean, ing. She looked at him- with flashing: eyes. COP’E'RiGHT. I908. THE BOBBS- g MERRILL COMPANY a? 25’ sauswseeesasws‘eeeensee . “Put myself in your place? 17 wish to- God I could!” at his word. He had been hurled like: a stone from a catapult into Hugh’s placeâ€"to hear his knavery, to suffer his dishonor and to redeem the baleful rep~ ntation he had made. of the key. The door ,opened, and Jessica, pale and trembling, stood on: ‘ the threshold. “Men’s likings are strange,” she said. “Because he never had temptations like yours and has never done what the law calls wrong you think he is as noble as yourâ€"noble enough to shield a: murderer to: his own danger.” “Ah, no, Jessica!" he interposed gen- tly. “I only said that in my place he would do the-same.” “But you are shielding a murderer,” she insisted: fiercely. “You will not ad- mit it, but I» know. There can be no justice or right- iu that. 171’ Harry San- derson is all” you think him, if he stood here now and knew the whole, he. would‘ say it was wickedâ€"not brave andi noble; but wicked and cruel.” He shook his. head, and the sad shadow of a bitter smile touched me He knew not how to meet the piteous reproach and terror of that look. She had not heard the street preacher’s declaration, he knew, but even if she had it would have been to her only an echo of the old mooted likeness. He- had given her comfort once. but this was no more to-be, no matter what it meant to him or to her. “I cannot help it,” she said as she came toward him, “though you told me not to come. I have trusted all' the while and waited: and-and prayed; But today I was afraid. Surely, sure- ly, the man you are protecting has had. time enough. Hasn’t he? Won’t you- tell them the truth now?” THE war Posr- flfihb%%€fififib%é .Lw: RIVES, . 2? r of means.” Etc. THE BOBBS- onranv , ‘5’ %%%%%%%*%%* The recurrence of the name jarred and surprised her. Hugh had dropped ltâ€"an old keepsake of the friend who had been his bean ideal. his exemplar and whose ancient influence was still dominant. He had clung loyally to the memento, blind in his constant liking, to the wrong that friend had done him. She léoked at the date. It was May 28. She shuddered, for that was the month and day on which Dr. Moreau she drew out her handkerchief to stanch the tears that came something ml with a musical tinkle at her feet. It was the little cross she had found in front of the hillside cabin that had lain forgotten in her pocket during the past anxious days. As she pressed it the ring at the top gave way, and the cross parted in halves. Words were engraved on the inside of the arms-a date and the name gent? Sanderson. Even in her own trouble she read it with a shiver. Yet, awful as the rate which Harry Sanderson had so nar- rowly missed, it was not to be com- pared-with that which awaited Hugh, for, awful as it was, it held no shame. In a gust of feeling she slipped to her knees by the one sofa the room contained and prayed passionately. As A pile of legal looking papers had, been set beside it, and with them lay a. torn page of a newspaper Whose fa.- miliar caption gave her a stab of paia, Perhaps the news of the trial had: found its way across the ranges. to. where the names of Stires and Momeau’ had been known. Perhaps every one at Aniston already knew of it. was reading about it, pitying her. She- pick- ed it up and scanned it hastily. There was no hint of the trial, but her eye caught the news which had played its role in the courtroom. and she read it to the end. Then. he faced into the empty cell. sat down on the cot and threw out his arms. with a hopeless cry: “Jessica. Jessica!” Jessica left the jail with despair in her heart. The hope on which she had fed these past days had failed her. What was there left for her to do? Like a swift wind, she went up the street to. Felder’s oflice. She groped her way up the unlighted stair and tapped on the door. There was no an- swer. She pushed 1t open and entered the empty outer room. where a study lamp burned on the desk. "It should. be he immolating himself , now. not you." A. dry sobanswered him. He turned and leaned, his elbows on the narrow window sill, every nerve aching. but powerless to comfort. He heard her step. The dbor closed sharply. DAV“ LAWRENCE 00.. Manta-.1. Malawian ModbyaCougiand this avert dangerous bronchial and USE g@ AllEI’S n r” [HIE ’BAlSAM Egg He shook his head, and the sad" shadow of a bitter smile touched his lips. “He-would‘not say 80;” be said. Whatever he was it was not that. Al: college he did what her-did too openly. That was his tailing, not caring what others thought. He despised wegkness in others. He thought it none of his affair. 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That might carry; fan backâ€"she said it under her breath, fearfunyâ€"beyond the murder of Dr. Moreau. Her face burned. and hen Suppose he had lost it on the hfllsfdé To be continued. PAGE 173 g3: {‘53