The Pickens sentinel. (Pickens, S.C.) 1911-2016, January 13, 1916, Image 3
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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.
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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
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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.
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4 14
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