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WAm K lii COPYRICrPIT 71914- 4P' E SYNOPSIS. A curious crowd .of nsighbors invade the mysterious home of "age Ostrander, county Judge and eccentric recluse, fol lowing a veiled woman who proves to be the widow of a man tried before the judge and electrofuted for murder years before - Her datighter is en gaged to the judge's son, fron1 w.om he is estranged, but the murder is between the lovers. She plans to clear her husband's memory and asks -the judge's aid. Deborah Scoville reads the newspaper clippings telling the story of the murder of Algernon Etheridge by John Scoville in Dark Hollow, twelve years before. The judge and Mrs.. Sco ville meet at Spencer's Folly and she shows him how, on the da of the mur der, she saw the shadow or a man, -whit tling a stick and wearing i long peaked cap. The judge engages her and her daughter Reuther to live with hjm in his mysterious home. Deborah and her law yer. Black, go to the police statiot and see the stick used to murder Dtherid ge. She discovers a broken knife-blade point embedded in it. Deborah and Reuther go to live with the judge. Deborah sees a1 portrait of Oliver. the judge's son, with a black band painted across the eyes. .That night she finds, in Oliver's room, a cap wIth a peak like the shadowed one, and a knife with a broken blade-point. Anon ymous letters and a -talk *with Miss Weeks increase her susplcions and fears. She finds that Oliver was in the ravine on the murder night. Black warns her ind shows her other anonymous letters hinting at Oliver's guilt. CHAPTER XI--Continued. "Madam, we have said our say on this subject. If you have come to see the matter as I see it, I can but con gratulate you upon your good sense, and express the hope that it will con tinue to prevail. Reutheris worthy of the best-" he stopped abruptly. "Reuther is a girl after my own heart," he gently supplementei, with a glance toward his papers lying in a bundle at his elbow, "and she shall not suffer because of this disappointment to her girlish hopes. Tell her so with my love." . It was a plain dismissal. Mrs. Sco ville took it as such, and quietly left the room.- As she did so she was ap proached by Reuther, who handed her a letter which had just been delivered. It w"s from Mr. Black, and read thus: We have found the rogue and have suc citded in inducing him to leave town. MIS a man in the bill-sticking business and he owns to a grievance against the person we know. Deborah's sleep that night was with 6-dreams. ', C * * * e C About this time the restless pacing of the jlzdge in his study at nights became more frequent and lasted longer. Ift vain Reuther played her most cheerfut airs and sang her sweet est songs, the monotonous tramp kept up with a regularity nothing could break. "He's worried by the big case now being tried before him," Deborah would say, when Reuther's eyes grew wide and misty in her sympathetic trouble. And there was no improb ability in the plea, for it wvas a ease of much moment, and of great local interest. A man was on trial for his life and the circumstances of the case were such that the feeling called forth was unusually bitter; so much so, in deed, that every word uttered by the counsel and every decision made by the judge wore discussed from one end of the county to the other, and in Shelby, if nowhere else, took prece dence of all other topics, though 'it was a presidential year and party sympathies ran high. The more thoughtful spirits wvere in clined to believe in the innocence of the prisoner; but the lower elements of the town, moved by class prejudice, were bitterly antagonistic to his cause and loud for his conviction. Tho time of Judge Ostrander's office was nearly up, and his future continu ance on the bench might very easily depend upon his attitude at the pres ent hearing. Y'et he, without apparent recognitiou of this fact, showed with out any hesitancy or possibly without self-consciourness, the sympathy he felt for the Than at the bar, and ruled accordingly almost without variation. A week rassed, and the community was all agog, in anticipation of the judge's ch-irge in the case just men -tioned. It. was to be given at 1noon, and Mrs. Scoville, conscious that he had not slept an hlour the night be fore (baving crept down more than once to listen if his sten had ceased), appr'oaehed him as he prepared to leave for the courtroom and anxiously "'Oh, yes, I'm well," he responded sharply, looking about for Routher. -The young girl was standing a little behind. hini, with his* giove~s in her hand--a'. custom- she had fallen into ini her desire to have his last 200.k and fond good morning. He Was Oompany All Right. "Make yourself pierfectly at home. We don't look on you as O6mpany." 'TDon't believe 'em.. mister. They -made me wash my face Rnd hands just because you were con ing to sup per " .The .Trouble, * 'ow, let me tell you about this pew. It of mine. . It came kirect from--" thlybody to look at younIan see go'n t Pan ma on 'the brain, Nori".Ireen 1C ) Rhoaes 10D,MEno 4V COMPAN - "Come here, .child," said he, in a way to make her, heart beat; and, as he took the gloves fron her hand, he stooped and kissed her on the fore heqd-something. he had never done before. "Let me see you smile," said he. "It's a memory I like to take with me into the courtroom." But when.in her pure delight at his caress and the fatherly feeling which gave a tremor to his simple request, she lifted her face with that angelic look of hers which wa6 far sweeter and far more moving than -any .smile. he turned away abruptly, as though he had been more hurt than comfort ed, and strode out of the house with out another word. Morning passed and the noon camel bringing Deborah an increased un easiness. When lunch was over and Reuther sat down to her piano, the feeling had grown into an obsession, which had soon resolved itself into a definite fear. She found herself so restless that she decided upon going out. Donning her quietest gown and veil, she slipped out of the front door, hardly knoWing whither- her feet would carry her. They did not carry her far-not at this moment, at least. On the walk outside she met Miss Weeks hurrying toward her from the corner, stumbling "CmeHee Cil, Sai He i Wa t Mk Hr ertBet "Come Hegre, hipud, Said tHew up her hands. "Oh, Mrs. Scoville; such a dreadful thing!" she cried. "Look here!" And, opening one of her hands, she showed a few torn scraps of paper wvhose familiarity made Deborah's blood run cold. "On the bridge," gasped the little lady, leaning against the fence for sup port. "Pasted on the railing of the bridge. I should never have seen it, nor looked at it, if it hadn't been that I-" "Don't tell me here," urged Debo rah. "Let's go over to your house. See, there are people coming.". Once in the house, Deborah allowed her full apprehension to show itself. "WVhat were tho words? What was on the paper? Anything about--" The little woman's look of horror stopped her. "It's a lie, an awful, et'bominable lie. But think of such a lie being pasted up on that dreadful bridge for anyone to see. After twvelve years, Mrs. Sco ville! After-" "Miss Weeks--" Ah, the oil of that golden speech on troubled wa ters! What was its charm? "Let me see those lines or what there' Is left of them so that I may share your feelings. They must be dreadful-" "They are more than dreadful. They are for the kitchen fire. Wait a mo ment and then we will talk." But Deborah had no mind to let these pieces escape her' eye. Nor did she fail. At the end of fifteen min utas she had the torn bits of paperi arranged in their proper position and was readling these words: Thue scene of Olive der's crime. "The beginning of the end!" was Deborah's thought. "If, after Mr. TESTS QUALIT English .Town, It Is Claimed, Has Machine That Makes It Possible to Tell Value of Goode. A machine for testing the wearing quality of cloth has been. produced in Bradford, I~ngland. it may be found of interest to Ameriean firrps which mauatte dell or use textile fab 'ri se. Relative we ring quialities of di er nt pieces of, cloth may be de lack's eftorts, ke tti"b found, posted 'upA#i: t" public ways, the ruin of the Ostj4ders is deter. mined upon, and nothiug we can do can sto it. In five minutes iore she had said goodby to Miss Weeks and was on her way to the courthouse. As she approached it she was still further alal md by finding this square full of people, standing in groups or walk ing impatiently up and down with their eyes fixed on the courthouse doors. Within, there was the uneasy hun, the anxious look, the subdued ovement which marks an universal suspense. Announcement had been made that the jury had reached their verdict, and counsel were resuming their places and the jnive his seat. Those who had eyes only for the latter-and these were many-noticed a change in him. He lboked older byI years than when he delivered his charge. Not the prisoner himself gave greater evidence of the effect which this hour of waiting had had upon a heart whose covered griefs were, consciously or unconsciously, re vealing themselves to the public eye. He did not wish this man sentenced. This was shown by his charge-the most one-sided one he had given in all his career. Silence, that awful precursor of doom, lay in all its weight upon every ear and heart, as the clerk, advancing with the cry, "Order in the court," put his momentous question: "Gentlemen of the jury, are you ready with your verdict?" A hush!-then, the clear voice of the foreman: "We are." "How do you find? Guilty or not guilty?" Another hesitation. Did the fore man feel the threat lurking in the air about him? If so, he failed to show it in his tones as he uttered the words which released the prisoner: "Not guilty." A growl from the crowd, almost like that of a beast stirring in its lair, then a quick cessation of all hubbub as every one turned to the judge to whose one-sided charge they attrib uted this release. Deborah experienced in her quiet corner no alleviation of the fear which had brought her into this forbidding spot and held her breathless through these formalities. For the end was not yet. Through all the turmoil of noisy departure and the drifting out into the square of a vast, dissatisfied throng, she had caught the flash of a bit of paper (how introduced into this moving mass of people no one ever knew) passing from hand to hand, toward the soli tary figure of the judge, Its delay as it reached the open space between the last row of seats and the judge's bench and its final delivery by some officious hand, who thrust it upon his notice just as he was rising to leave. Deborah saw his finger tear its way through the envelope and his eyes fall frowningly on the paper he drew out. Then the people's counsel and the counsel * for the defense and such clerks and hangers-on as still lingered in the upper room experienced a de cided sensation. The judge, who a moment before had towered above them all in mel ancholy but impressive dignity, shrunk with One gasp into feebleness and sank back stricken, if not uncon scious, into his chair. It happened suddenly and showed her the same figure she had seen once before-a man with faculties sus ipended, but not imp~aired, facing them all wvith open gaze but absolutely dead for the moment to his own condition anld to the world about. But, horrible as this was, what she sawv going on behind him was infinite ly wvorse. A man had caught up the bit of paper -Judge Ostrander had let fall from his hand and was opening his lips to read it to the curious people surrounding liim. She tried to stop him. She forced a cry to her lips which should have rung through the room, but which died away on the air unheard. The terror which had paralyzed her limbs: had choked her voice. But her ears remained true. Low as he spoke, no trumpet-call could have made its meaning clearer to Deborah Scoville than did these words: We know why you fav'or crIminals. Twelve years is a long time,- but not long enough to mnke wise men forget. CHAPfER Xii. "The Misfortunes of My House." Schooled as most of them wvere to face with minds secure and tempers quite u nruffled the countless surprises of a courtroom, the persons within hearing paled at the insinuation cn-! veyed in these two sentences, and with scarcely the interchange of a glance or word, drew aside in a silence which no man seemed inclined to break. As for the people still hud'lled in the doorway, they rushed away helter-sk~el-1 ter into the atreet, there to proclaim the judge's condition and its probable cause-an event which to many quite ecliased in inter'est the moro ordinary IES OF CLOTH termined by placiig them in the ma chine and giving t~em a uniform num' ber of rubs, pei'haps two hundre'd each. This m&ken it possible to COm par-c one kind of cloth with its imnita tion, or to compare cloth samnples of the same character from different mills, A -piece of cloth is Clafnped in a rigid jaw Snd passes over a rubbing one which hiad~ust rele.,ed :4 Ave doin a man seemingly domopd. Few persons were now )eftjn -the great room, and Deborah, erbarerassed to find that she was the only. wonlan present, was on the point ct escaping from her corner when she p6rceived a movement take place in tJ~o rigid form from which she had not yet withdrawn her eyed, and, regarding Judge Os trander more attentlyely, bhe caught the gleam of his suspicious eyes a's he glanced this way and that to see it ls lapse of conb6.iousness had been noticed by those about him. Wherever the judge looked he saw abstracted faces and busy hands, and. taking heart at not finding himself .vatclked. he started to rise Then memory .jamne-blasting, overwhelm ing memory of the letter he had been reading: and, rousing with a start, he looked down at his hand, then at the floor before him, and, seeing the letter lying there, picked it up with a secret. sidelong glance to right and left, which sank deep into the heart of the still watchful Deborah. If those about him saw, they made no motion. Not an eye looked round and not a head turned as he straight. ened himself and proceeded to leave the room. Only Deborah noted how his steps faltered and how little he He Assumed Some Show of His Ol Commanding Presence. was to be trusted to find hits way uu. guided to the door. It lay to the right and he was going left. Now hie stlum bles-isn't there any one to--yes, shie Is not the sole one on watch. The same man who had read aloud thle note and then dropped It within reach, had stepped after him, and kindly, if artfully, turned him towards the proper place of exit. An the two dis appear, Deborah wakess fromn her trance, and, finding herself alone among the seats, hurries to quit her corner a-nd leave the building. ThIIre-h nieofteqae as edahs oninoitsem o themoen unnual. )h uh hec Ase the wdw on front Old . 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