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" ,;'y ; •• -V**** THE veBiSKST Pi4nmmi.ni, HKCHBSTIIT, ILL. m-Si. v*> ; W^'WK ' rJ-'fS-TM W'tL-W. KATHLEEN NORRIS iH CHAPTER XV--Continued < i>eTer\\vtn untrue t& you «f*n W my ^7 j thougflts." 8ometlmes alone, or with George.! l$""w lt •" 8,1 e 8al" fervently, •he lunched la the neighborhood of the ralslnglher wet eyes to meet his. "Oh. tfirtb4UUi.urent back to it immediately. G"),,s> y? own sweetheart," she burst •Always" she eyes brln,,nln« a^,n> 'what day, and was back la Port Washing- vef1 -v™ *5ven ittlecounton la time to read the paper to the ^ «lrl,who never had •nythln* In her old captain before dinner. !,,fe nnMi you CRme aion«l i>ttr,s« «nd Mary Cutter, the doctor's lovely! bo*' and mT ,,ttle Blrl-and your daughter-in-law, hud taken It upon • ( ve' Glbbs, that nude life seem a herself to befriend Ellen, and during j m,r«c,e to «>«--*" these terrible days she had never j Don 1 cry~ Ellen." he pleaded, and failed her. And when the trial began j "he made herself be calm again, •he was always at Ellen's side. GetSrgel There s one thing more I want to called at the Main street house on the first morning, and llary met tliem at the courthouse. Ellen had never been In n courtroom before, but she said to herself: "That's the Jury-box--that's the witness stand." even with her Brst quick glance. George came In. talking in an undertone with his associate. He nodded reassuringly to Ellen. When he went •way .again, and disappeared through say," Glbbs said. He got up a&d walked about the little room, Ellen watching him dlstressedly. "I want you to remember this, and when you tell the boy about It, tell him this, too. I've no reason to lie to yott, Ellen. and what I'm telling you 1 say as If I were a--a dying man. It may be my last talk with you. and I think--I think of that, when I say It. I think of what you have done for me. and of what you are to me. By my mother's - . , • I imiiveimiivoir yv,. Enililreini,, aainidu bu>y tuhiec miiiecumiioiir yj vo•f one of the doors behind the judges the ,mie ^ V her,_, bench, she saw Ryan come in. $ He had the air of a man who had breakfasted well, and who was full of confidence. Ellen felt a wave of sheer hate shake her. How free he was; how comfortably ready for the day's W0i£! And Glbbs--Glbbs would come In betweet-'T'o guards-- "Tills is inereijr the paneling of the jury/' George had toki them; "it may take several days. It's a long, stupid business.'* With a great stirring and murmuring In the room, Gibbs came In, with a court officer. He was pale, but seemed neither self-conscious nor nervous, as he came quickly to his seat at the end of one of the tables. Then he saw Klien, who was only ten feet away, and who seat him a brave smile. Ellen's heart was torn within tier. Gibbs, with that little new droop to his broad shoulders, a spectacle for this staring roomful! Everybody rose, and she roae, too, dizzily. The clock was on the stroke of ten, and hlj honor came promptly and quietly through a door at the back, to his large chair. A clerk leaned over him to murmur some message: he nodded quickly; the clerk went out. The case of the State versos Thomas Glbbs Josselyn was called. For days the paneling of the Jury dragged on, and the long hours in the courtroom were wearisome and uneventful. Then suddenly there was a full Jury, and the trial begun. Ellen was dazed by the preliminaries, and the cross-questlbnlng seemed to her singularly irrelevant. George would ask an apparently unimportant question, and nodding, sit down. The district att«m»ey would jump up with another, leading nowhere, as far as Ellen could see. Between George and Ryan there was a running ftre of hot words. Ellen was amaz«d to see them speak civilly to each . other the moment court adjourned. At luncheon she would eagerly question George as to the significance of this "point or that. The trial lasted for only a day less than three weeks. Ellen had moved her place to Glbbs* side, and although they rarely spoke, she knew he was as much comforted as she was bjr this arrangement. For two days, cruel and exhausting days, she was on the stand. Mary Cutter and George Lathrop were •mazed at the courage and strength she found for the ordeal. She had promised them she would not break down, but she did for a moment, when Tommy's name vfas mentioned. And perhaps that moment, when the sensitive mouth quivered, and the blue eyes brimmed with tears, was as tavorable to Gibbs' cause as any logic or any eloquence could have been. For W slowly became evident that no eloquence and no logic could avail In defense of a man, young- and rich •ad handsome, who had turned from Chls devoted little wife to another woman, who hpd quarreled wjth the generous falher who was that other woman's husband, who had'threatened and brooded over the quarrel. Day after day the net tightened about him.; Ellen, listening and watching, sometimes felt as If she were in an oppressive dream. Oh. It could n<»t be Glbbs who was trapped here; It could not be Tommy's father who was the chief figure In one of the sational murder trials of the day! On the afternoon before the final Mtnmlng-up. when all the testimony * was In, and It remained only for the prisoner's counsel and the district attorney to present to the Jury their versions of the case, Ellen was spending an hour with Gibbs. His months of confinement and mental distress had affected his constitution, and a poor wakeful nights had addno words, even If there had been words to say. Blindly Ellen followed George to the courtroom. With quick efficiency the officials were filling their pieces. The faithful newspaper men, their dinners left to cool, hurried In. must remember this. If I can think ot you, living quietly somewhere, not too Unhappy, It's going to brace me. I'm not any better than lots of other fellows who have been up against It, Ellen. And If, as you say, something It was seven o'clock; the cold Feb- j new comes to light, why then well be never fired that shot. I never had my hand on that revolver In my life!" For a minute Rhe stared at him without a change of expression. Then he saw an extraordinary iook almost of madnesi come Into her eyes, and saw her breast rise with one great breath. She made an effort to «peak. with dry lips, and failed, made a second, and succeeded. "Gibbs!" she stammered, in a whisper. "Yon--you!" Her voice failed her, and she made a gesture as if tor air. still clinging tightly to his arm, which she had grasped when first he spoke. "You say you didn't--!" Ellen whispered, with a sudden "pitiful trembling of her Hps. "But, Glbbs-- but, Gtbb»--why didn't you tell me so before?" And suddenly she slipped to her knees, and he felt her face, streaming with tears, pressed against his hands. "Oh, my God, I thank Thee!" he heard her sob. "Oh, my God, I thank Thee!"* A second later she was upon her feet, pressing against lilni as she clasped" his hands, and looked with wet eyes Into his face. She was trying to laugh through the sobs that racked her. "You didn't do It--my darling?" she said, again and again. "You didn't do It--I always knew that you didn't!" "But, Ellen," he said, holding her tightly, and almost daxed by her vehemence, "you didn't think that I did It. dear?" "No, I didn't think so!" she said, sobbing m^lre quietly, and interrupting herself to laugh, and to press her wet face against his for one of her quick kisses. "But, Gibbs, I've thirsted so to have you tell me just that--I needed your word to help me! I felt as if I was all alone! Now-* now it'll all be so different I I don't mind anything, now. I--" She laughed again, broke into quick (ears, and burted her face against his shoulder. "I'm so hnpp/!" she sobbed. "L-l-let me cry, Glhbs. I'm crying because I feel so muoli happier!" Abruptly she stopped. A bewildered look was In her eyes as she drew herself away from him, and faced him still holding his arms. She stared blankly at him for a moment; then the clear brows met In a puzzled frown. "Glbbs," she said. !* » Whisper, "who did do It?" ruary dark had closed down hours ago. The courtroom was brightly lighted, and warm. His honor, who had also been dining, came In. He had addressed this same jury In his' ktnd, wise voice five hours ago. After Ryan's furious tones he had seemed all temperance and justice to Ellen. He had chanred them that If there was a reasonable doubt as to whether the crime of murder In the first degree had been committed, they were In duty bound to give the prisoner the benefit of that doubt, and to find for murder tn the second degree, or manslaughter. Now rhe old man looked benignly over his glasses at the twelve tired men who filed back into the box. And Ellen looked from face to face with agonized surmise. The blow fell with merciful quickness. It was only a few minutes before the whole thing-was over. Glbbs preserved the quiet dignity of manner that hud marked him Till through the trial. If a sickening fear of the future swept over him he gave no sign of It. He looked with concern toward his wife, but Ellen had mercifully lost consciousness and had quletljh dropped against George's shoulder. She recovered Immediately, and they saw Glbbs again: a criminal now, convicted of murder In the second degree. All the freedom of their recent Intercourse would be ended; she had foreseen that. What else had she foreseen? The Indignities of shaven head und striped clothes, the filth and ugliness of the prison, the locked cell door, the terrible atmosphere that surrounds men for whom there is no place In the green world I But she came up to him smiling. "We expected that, sweetheart, didn't we? It doesn't matter. You didn't do it, and it will all come right CHAPTER XVI Who did It? The question burned like a fever In Ellen's veins, and her passionate determination to answer It swept all lesser consideration from her mind. 8he could face anything now. Somebody, other than Glbbs. had fired that shot. And she was Glbbs' wife, and she was free to search and hunt, and study the strange facts surrounding old Thomas Josselyn's death, until somehow, somewhere, her hand fell upon the thread that should lead her to the truth. Her simple faith that the truth must come to light helped them all. "If we could find some one who saw Glbbs on that walk that night!" George said. "We will!" ElleH**assured him confidently. "Glbbs," she added, tightening the hand that lay over her own. "don't you feel It? Don't you know that you and I will look back at this some time as a dark, hideous** dream? I know It!" » And yet she had turned dizzy when as officer coming quietly _to the door cell announced that the Jury had found a verdict. She put her band on Glbbs* shoulder and raised her ashen face for his kiss. They had time for l«ft Up to Htm 8mlling. "We Expected That, Sweetheart, Didn't We V some day. Try not to think of It now --think of the time to come. Just lift yourself out of all this--" "Oh, well make a fight of It!" George added. Immediately afterward he took Ellen away. They went to the Port Washington bouse, and George came In to talk to ber aunt und grandfather. Ellen hardly spoke. She went to the door, to say good-night to him, and thank Mm. He thought she looked 111. But she was In her place' 'In the courtroom a few days later when Thomas Gibbs Josselyn was sentenced to penal servitude for the term of his natural life, for the peculiarly, atrocious crime of murdering his own father. "And somehow, one lives through it all, George," Gibbs said later. He was behind bars now, but' astonishingly serene and. strong, lie was nervously anxious to have the events of the next week over, whfcn he should be transferred to the big prison. "1 want you to take Tommy, and get away from this, Ellen." he said, firmly. "Write me, and send me pictures--" "Oh, Glbbs--I" she whispered, with a sudden stoppage of breath. "Yes, 1 know," he said quickly, sympathetic for her distress. "But yoa ied Chinese City Place of Importance Shih Huang-Tl subdued the feudal £es, built the famed great Ci jpceijsfully defew the Tartars ipney. t glad we faced th§ music with somesome decency .don't you see? Now take her away, George. I don't like her to be here." "I h«ve never seen a man change as Glbbs has changed," George said, as they drove home. "1 am amazed at him. Always fastidious, exacting, autocratic-- he's got a nev? viewpoint now. Well, now, we've got to do onr share. We mustn't lose heart. The game Isn't up yet, by a good deal." Like Gibbs, Ellen was Impatient to have these few days over. She could "hot gauge her present strength for the hideous ordeal of parting with him, and of having Tommy say goodby to his father. Her soUl shrank from the mere thought, and she dreaded a breakdown on ber part, or on Glbbs', that should undo them all. . Lizzie had written her every day: of the pretty house they had fotfhd in Bridgeport, of the walks and talks she had with Tommy, and of Joe and his new work. The little stories ot Tommy, the assurance that he was well and happy, the pictures of a wellcapped and wrapped Tommy playing tn a glitter of snow, wer# an Interest for Glbbs as well as herself. Joe never wrote, but both Joe and Lizzie brought Tommy to Port Washington In answer to Ellen's wire a day after the sentence had been .pronounced. The chtld looked rosy and well, and leaped Into his mother's arms. Instantly distracted from his first embraces by her unfamiliar clothing. "Why 'J'buy all black things, motherr Because grandpa Is dead, sweetheart." • Grandpa Is!" be ejaculated. Be pointed to the old captain In the ad- Joining room. "There's grandpa!" Dad's father, Tom. You remember Grandpa Josselyn. with the gold glasses?" . * Is he -dead?" said the child, )jft. m sweet. Incurious voice.* You start your stumps out here. Tom, and come and eat something!" Aunt Elsie said from tbe doorway. "How are you, Lizzie?" "Oh,- I'm fine!" Lizzie, who looked bad, said mildly. "Is she really?" Ellen asked, when the old woman had taken Tommy and Lizzie Into the kitchen. "I've heed wondering. Tell me about Lizzie." "She's all right." He smiled, ruefully. "She's a sad little thing! 8he cries, and she's sorry she's wrecked my life; all that sort of thing." "And do you feel your life wrecked, Joe?" Ellen asked with a great ache at her heart for his quiet, boneless tone. "Qh, no!" he said impatiently and gruffly. "What's the difference, anyway?" ' "Joe," Ellen said hesitatingly. "I'm--sorry." "I'm sorry for the whole thing," he echoed. "It's a rotten morality that makes a girl feel that there's no going back. No matter how sorry, and how good, die Is, there's always the feeling--why, Ellen, I know respectable girls In this town that „arent fit to tie Lizzie's shoes! Girls clever enough to make their bargains in cold blood--so much loving for a ring and an Income for life I Lizzie's a loving little thing--she was starved for someone to really care for--she reached out for love the way a scared kid oilght reach out for a kitten! And now she'll never see herself quite like the others"--he gave his sister a dubious smile--"she hasn't let me pot my arms ubout her!" he confided, "Hasn't!" she echoed, amazed. "No," Joe smiled, got to his feet, and sighed. "It's a fine old world 1' ihe remarked drily. And then jvith an abrupt change of subject: "I'm so sorry for ail this, Ms* I w'.sb to God I could spare you this afternoon. When do we go?" "George calls at three," she answered quietly. "I think I can get through It thinking of Glbbs. I'm praying-- I'm praying--that I can! It's the last pull, you know--and after this-- after this I can faint or be sick or do anything else, for awhile! Wearily, she turned to go upstairs with Lizzie and Tommy. Tommy was to lie down and have a favorite book read to him for an hour: the little hoy was presumably tired from his trip. Ellen left him when George arrived, and come downstairs. George, .cuming In at the hall door, and Joe. who opened It to him. and Aunt Elsie, who came to the diningroom door to greet him. looked at ber In amazemest and vague nlarm Her face was pale, she was breuthlng hard, and there was a strange, fever tsh glitter In her blue eyes; she made ii wild gesture that d^talbed them all, iind caught George by the wrist. He was Instantly given the imprtsslon *" austion. of desperate detertnlto say what must be said. It?- collapse. * BE CONTINUED.) *>:• ich tor Him of the Seventh inywers questions Ls glad lo Latest Color Combination* in Dress Are Vhrld, Y«t Harmomouft. Stales appear in waves, notes a fashion correspondent lo the New York Times. They come and go like tbe ocean surf, rolling forward and receding, each one moving a little farther and carrying the whole volume onward. When the movement has spent itself tha reverse occurs. The j goes out Little by tittle have precowMWA Ideas, old patterns and prejudices been overcome, and tbe startling has become the commonplace, the extreme ls accepted as the usual. In this evolution some obvious benefits hove been received and some features have been introduced that establish a far finer, better model. The stays that were so harmful now seem so hideous that It ls almost certain they will never again be seen. Crinolines and hoops, bustles and sweeping skirts of street frocks have gone the way of other evidences of folly and ugliness. As for modesty in dress, that has been ever a subject of lively discussion. One need only look over the pictures of the great ladies In the Illustrated history of other ages »to feel quite comfortable and at peace with the ways of the woman of fashion in this day. Color, Style Change, if. .»• . The most conspicuous change la the accepted styles Is la_color. The Orientals, to whose art and culture we owe great debt, and to whom our Ideas jppear so crude, reveled In color. Gratefully they accepted the inspiration of sky, field and ocean, and devoted centuries to appreciative reproducing attractive than ever before for color tog artists wb#3 their iaieati! The most done. The pastel j is definite lar colors Afternoon htterlor, the ball never more iovelf, p«>rtant, than th< seem to bet, to have and the mora l resent the Hie high rank. pressed more tbattj All In all, the aj^|| makers command a ^ such as mere *clo4*H*»*"!uf^ fore in this generation especially interesting tv men expressions of adml latest styles, and there Isl a new order of things In/ tlon shown to tbe aut styles. Every high-class porter of French m.'deljj play an unprecedented gowns and wraps iii*i{)ef| and color combinations.* see the spasmodic splashes o{ the Intense dyes and sham that you saw occasionally in tlia last year and the year befor^. new things have hartnony. The most prominent among Parisian designers are leading the way in this new idea, and are doing the most nuccessful" things of their career. <!allot whose lin"8 have,, always ' atl a surt touch and whose colors hare always been important, is doing beautiful colorful things, using much green. On« of his latent evening gowns is made ol Coat of Black Pony Combined With Black Broadcloth; Fur Collar. three shades, beginning wjth green, overlapped wigia iiglif and growing fainter to a til In It a light sparlrte almost champagne. not her «f> terpieces is an evening gov classic severity in its length of line, of flame untouched with trimrnU of any other sort. Features 6a| Drecoil Is palntl| brush and a bold using regal purplg and some luscious 1 dahlphia, fuchsla.1 models are lovely being especially tumes sho'wftrf" Symmetry. Red is having at the moment, mi couturiers go In for ls showing some chat red. One, in burgundy, noon dress of a new, llgbtwej ed woolen combined wltl in the same shade. Tlie< tucked, Is Inserted in ban4 bottom of the straight^ the skirt of the U slightly full. Chll Chanel as well as designers, who Injj in some pari of an entire frock. Lanvln, for wH gaging shade of to be leaving to^ the diversion of while she gives In more sensitive si most distinguished nlng combines white < mertng, moonllghty thf It are Introduced large ver and pearl-gray b« lace. A trailing scarf] satin ls attached to e«^ gown at tbe line of the' lie of the colors they saw In nature. They were unafraid, and their dyes are airways suggestive of warmth and luxury. Lately the Paris creators have demonstrated the courage of their convictions In using the most colorful materials, in tints and combinations more Latest Models Show Delicate Col Heme's latest models show a tendency to delicate colors and a preference for blue. In one adorable little dance frock from this artist two shades of blue are used, the dress Itself being of pervenche blue chiffon, with a border trimming on the skirt of velvet in a darker shade, appliqued in strips to form a lattice. The waistline Is very low, just at the hips; the skirt is held close with a crush girdle and bas tbe new circular flare. Jean Patou also ls fond of this pervenche blue. In It he demonstrates the circular Inset, varying the design of a Batln evening frock for dancing. The dress Itself Is plain from shoulder to hem. the bodice without trimming But for two or three evening shades, Patou's best models are done this season, as usual, in black, in which he has a rare prestige. NOitHng could be more smart and elegant than Patou's gowns In all black for afternoon and evening. The ..most conspicuous color Innovation ls illustrated In the newest coats. Formerly a coat meant a black coat, or, to be quite extreme, one In brown. tan or. for summer or sports wear, white. Bit in the l* coats have been' vivid greens, reds.^ and in bold patte colors are blend* ago a coat of farcical In the now the Ml tbe most chic^and exl A coat of fall lengt^ mllion woolen matt with bands -of natural| otlier. In orange color, skunk. One of lanvli cloth has an envelop!) deep cuffs of fox fu orange. Hunter's green, cerise," gundy, blue alid beige are colors In which the new are presented. The coats ai out exception, are fur-trlj assortment in dressy coats wraps is kaleidoscopic; e\ known is shown. Keep Hats After each wearing bruj carefully or wipe It free ll' may have accumulate Toques, Bags and Other Things Are Mad< Far toques whlcM made their appearance In some of the smart shops last year are again shown, especially by the Importers who deal exclusively in tailored and sports clothes and In furs. Lovely models, artistic and becoming, are designed to match the coats of different furs, and some rur is used on velvet and satin hats, though less than in former seasons. Many smaller things, practical and ! i luxurious, are made of fur. In this day Tof elaboration of detail. Large underarm bags and soft shopping bags of fur a^yKUfd a fascinating trtflo rrled with afterned of bla^ ned with with has made the llvelfaat den of til sorts, and espeel finer and more costly The ostrich fans are ed into the "willow" thing more fanciful than the wings of a bird. cate, as fleecy clouds In Size, several plumes with a deep fringe that ec hand when the fan Is ope] an ppem fan--tba one