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"ww WMwmm. 8! y ANNA KATHARINE GDEEN AUTHOR OP "THE LEAVENWORTH CASE" TJt riwoUEE JALL THE HOUSE OFTHEWHISPERINa PWES ILLUSTRATIONS fW CHARLES W ROSSE& W i rnir r-iTn jrjfrjvyv "V k 4 . "N f mmmmm iv i k 3 8YN0PSI8. Geiirmj Anderson nnd wlfo seo ft ro niarlcnlile looMIng man1 cpino out or tho Olc-i input hotel, look around furtively, wish hlu liandH In tho snotv nnd nana on. Commotion attracts them to tho Clermont, wl'"r" i ln found that tho beautltul-MIss ISdltli Clmlloner has fallen dead, Ander jioii describes the man ho Raw wash hh hands li. tho snow Tho hotel manager lUHlurvH film to ho Orlando Hrothcrson. riiVHlclnim nnd that Mis Clmlloner was Hjiihhcd nnd not shot, which Deems to clear Urnlhcrson of suspicion. Ciryco, an npel delpctlvo, nnd Bweotwater, hlfl ns iixtnnt take up tho caso They bollove MIkm Chnllciner stabbed herself. A. paper cutler found near tho scene of tragedy Is Ixlleved to he the weapon used. CHAPTER V. Continued. 'Does that frighten you? Arc you m affected by tho thought of blood?" 'Don't nnk mo. And I put tho thing iiutlor my pillow! I thought It wan no - ho pretty " 'Mrs. WatkliiB," Mr. Gryco from (hut momunl Ignored tho dnughtor, "did you hco It thoro?" "Yen; but I jlldn't know whoro It ciimo from. I lind not bccii my daugh ter iiloop I didn't know whoro who Cot It till I read that bulletin." "Novcr mind that. The question ngllullng mb Is whether any stnlrl was h'fi under that pillow." ' "I didn't hco any Btntn, but you can look for yourself, Tho bod hnH boen inndn tip, but thoro wna no change of linen Wo expected to remain hero; I hoo no good to bo gained by hiding any of tho fnctn now." "Nono whatovor, inudam." "Come, then Carol I no, nit down nnd Hop crying. Mr. Oryco bolloves that your only fault wan In not taking UilH object at onco to tho doHk." "" "Yen, that's all," ncquloscod tho do lectlve after u short fltudy of tho uhak lug (Iguro nnd distorted featured of tlio girl. "You had no Idea, I'm Buro, whoro UiIh weapon camo from or for what It had boon UBod. That'B evi dent " Her Hhuddor, bb Alio floated hcraolf, wax very convincing Sho was too young to Blmulnto ho nuccesflfully onto lions of this character. "I'm glad of that," Bho roBpondod, liltlf fretfully, half gratefully, as Mr. Gryco followed her mother into tho adjoining room, "l'vo had a bad jinoiiKli Umo of It Without being blamed for what I didn't know and illdirjt do " Mr Oryco laid little BtrcBB updn thoHo words, 'mt rauoh upon tho lack of curloolty nho nhowod In tho mln iito ujid caroful oxnmlnatlon ho now tmulo -of hor room, Thoro was no Btnln on tho pillow-cover and nono on tho bureau-spread whoro Bho might very naturully havo laid tho cuttor down on first coming Inlo hor room. Tho lilndo was bo polished that It niiiHl havo been rubbed off Bomo whoro,. cither purposely or by acci dent. Thoy returned to whoro tho girl Btlll Bat, wrappod in hor cloak, Bobbing i,UU, but not bo. violently. "Will will ho toll?" she whUporod. Tho aimwor camo quickly, but not in mo titouior'fl tones, Mr. GrycoB earn had lost nono of tholr anclont acutenesB, "I do not eep that I should gain much by doing bo. Tho ono discov ery which would llnlc this find of yours" lildlBBolubly with Miss Challonor'H death, I havo fallod to make. Do you remombor tho oxnet Bpot whoro you slnopod, MIbb Watklns?" "No, no. Somowhero near thoso big ohalrn, I didn't havo to Btop out of my way 5 I really didn't." Mr Gryco's answering biiiIIq wiib a fltudy. It seomed to convoy a two-fold ini'HHiigo, ono for tho inothor and ono for tho phllti, nnd both worp comfort ing. Uut Uo went nway. dlBnppoIntod. Tho cluo which promised bo much wan, Ui all appoarnnco, a false ouo. Uo COUld BOQll toll. CHAPTER VI. Integrity. Mi' Gryoo'a fears wore only too well foundod. Though Mr. McElroy was kind enough to point out tho oxact epot whoro ho saw Misa WutkliiB rioop, uo truco of blood waB found up in tho rug which had lain there, nor h id anything of tho kind been washed lip by tho very caroful man who scrubbed tho lobby floor in tho oarly montlug This was disappointing, na Kit int'Htiiico would -havo settled tho vholo question. Whon, thoeo efforts nil oxhaisted, tho two dotoctlvos facod onch other again In tho small room given up to tholr use, Mr. Oryco eliowi'd hla dlacoiiragomont. Swnot wtitor watched Ulm In Bomo concern. (Iin with tho petslstonco which was uno of Jila strong points, ventured dually to romark' "Mvo but ono Idea left on tho Bub Joot," " 'And what In that?" "Tho girl wore, a red cloak. If 1 mls lako not, tho lining wb also rod. A cpot on it might not show to tho cas ual obuervor, Yot It would moan much to us." "9voohviUorl"- A faint hlUHiiroBe-to the old man's Sl'M.k,"' , ,-, .. ", - - . r 'flllull I'requcBt tho prlvllcga of ijiokiiig that garment ovor?" "Yos," Tho young fellow ducked nnd left tho room. When ho returned, It was with a downcast ulr. "Nothing doing," Bald he. And then thero was sllcnco. A knock at tho door wa followed by tho Immedlato cntranco of Mr. Clml- loner. Whn ll.1 nnmn In a.u.Mlt nf tlir. Inspector, and showed somo surprise to una ins place occupied by an un known old man. Mr. Qryco motioned Sweetwater from tho room. With a -woeful look tho young detective withdrew, his last glance cast nt tho cutter Btlll lying In full view on tho table. Mr. Gryco, not unmindful himself of this objoct, took it up, then laid it down again, with an air of scorning abstraction. Tho father's attention waB caught. "What 1b that?" ho cried, advanc ing a step and bestowing more than an ordinary glanCo at tho object thus brought casually, as it were, to his notlco. Mr. Gryco, observing tho other's omotion, motioned him to a chair. Ab his visitor snnk into it, ho rcmnrkod, with all tho consideration exacted by tho situation: "It Is unknown proporty, Mr. Chal loner. flut wo havo somo reason to think It belonged to your daughter." "I havo soen It, or ono Hko it, often in hor hnnd." Horo his oyeB suddenly dilated and tho hand Btrotchod forth to grasp It quickly drow back. "Whoro where was It found?" ho hoarsely domamlcd. "O God I am I to bo crushed to tho very oarth by sorrow 1" Mr. Gryco hastened to glvo him such relief as was consistent with tho truth. "It was picked up last night from tho lobby floor. Thoro is seemingly nothing to connect it with lier death. Yot " Tho pause was eloquent. Mr. dial loner gavo tho detoctlvo an agonized look and turned white to tho lips. Then gradually, as tho ailenco contln ued, his head fell forward, and ho mut tercd almoBt unintelligibly. "I honestly bollovo her tho victim of somo hoarlloss Btrangor. I do now Uut but I cannot mislead tho police. At any cost I must retract a state ment I mado under falso Improssions and with no doslro to deceive. I said that I know nil of tho gontlomon who admired hor and aspired to hor hand, nut It BoemB that I did n.ot know her sccrot heart as thoroughly as I had supposed. Among hor offectB I have Just como upon a batch of letters love letters I nm forced to acknowl edgesigned by InltlnlB totally Btrango to mo. Tho loltors aro manly in tone most of thorn but one " "What about tin. ano?" "Shows that tlu writer waB dis pleased. It may mean nothing, but I could not lot tho matter go without setting myself right with tho authori ties. If it might bo allowed to rest here If thoso lottorn mn nmn o. crod, it would save mo Jho additional pang of Booing hor inmost concerns tho secret and holiest recesses of a woman's heart, laid open to tho pub lie. For, from tho tenor of most of thoso lottors, Bhe she was not nverso tn tho writer." Mr. Gryco moved n mitn ,iii,. In his chair and Btarod hard at tho cut tor bo convcnloutly placed under his oyo. Then his manner softened and ho remarked: "Wo will do what wo can. But you must understand that tho matter Is not a simple ono, That, in fact, it coiuains mysteries which domand po Hco Investigation. Wo do not daro to triflo wltti any of tho facts. Tho inspector, jnnd, ir not ho, tho coroner, will have to bo told about these lot tors and will probably ask to see them." , "fhoy aro tho letters of a gontlo man." "With tho ono exception." "Yes. that Is understood." Tin. in n Biidden heat nnd with an almost sublime trust ln his daughter notwith standing tho duplicity ho had Just dls covorod, ho " declared: "The deed was nn accident Incredible but still an accident," Mr, Gryco had respect for this out burst. Making no attempt to answer It, ho Buggested, with eoma hesitation, that MIsb Clmlloner had boon soon writing a. lottcr previous to taking thoso fatal Btops from tho desk which ended bo trnglcally. Was this letter to ono of hor lady frlonds, as reported, nnd was It an far from suggesting the awful tragedy which followed, us ho had boon told? "It was u cheerful letter. Such a ono as alio often wrote to her llttlo protegees horo nnd there I Judgo that this was written to somo girl like that, for tho person jtddrossed was not known to hor mHld, any moro than Bho. was to mo. It expressed nn nt foctlonato Interest, and it breathed oncouragomont encouragomentl and oho meditating hor own death at tho moment,! Impossible!! 'That letter should exonorn to hor If nothing else doe's," When Mr. Challonor roso to leave tho room, Mr. Oryco showed where his own thoughts still centered, by asking him the date of tho correspond onco discovered between his daughter and her unknown admirer. "Somc'of the loiters were dated last summer, somo this fall. Tho ono you nro most anxious to hear about only a month back," ho added, with uncon querable devotion to whrtt he consid ered his duty. Mr. Gryco would Hko to havo car ried his inquiries further, but desisted But whon ho was gone, and Sweet water had returned. Mr. Grvca mode It his first duty to communicate tchls- superiorB tlio hitherto unsuspected fact of a Bociot romance In MIsb dial loner's soomlngly calm nnd well guarded life. CHAPTER VII. The Letters. Before a tnble strewn with papers, In tho room wo havo already men tioned as given ovor to the ubo of tho jpollco, sat Doctor Heath In a mood too thoughtful to notlco tho en trance of Mr. Gryce nnd Sweetwater from tho dining-room whore they had boon having dinner. However, ub tho former's tread was somowhat lumbering", the coroner's attention was caught before thoy had qulto crossed tho room, and Sweet water, with his quick eye, noted how his arm and hand Immediately fell so as to cover up a portion of the pa pers lying nearest to him. "Well Gryco, this is a dark case," ho observed, as at his bidding tho two detectives took their seats. Mr. Gryco nodded; bo did Sweetwa ter. "She waB not shot. Sho was not struck by any other hand; yet she lies dead from u mortal wound In the breast. Though there is no tangible proof of her having Inflicted this wound upon herself, tho Jury will have no alternative I feur, than to pro nounce the ca3o ono of suicide." "I'm sorry that I've been able to do bo llttlo," remarked Mr. Gryco. Tho coroner darted him n quick look. "You nro not satisfied? You have some different Idea?" ho asked. The dotectlvo frowned at his hands crossed ovor tho top of his cane, then shaking his head, replied: "Tho verdict you mention Is tho only natural ono, of course.-1 see that you havo been talking -with Miss Glial loner's formor maid?" "Yes, and slip has sottled on im portant point for us. Thoro was a possibility, of course, that the papers cuttor whloh" you brought to my no tice had novcr gone with her into tho mezzanine. That'she, or somo other porBon, had dropped It In passing through tho lobby. But this girl as sures mo that her mlBtrcss did not en ter tho lobby that night. That eho accompanied her down In tho elevator, and saw her Btop off nl tho mezzanine. Sho can alBo Bwear that tho cutter was" ln a book sho carried the book we found lying on tho deBlt. The girl remembers distinctly seeing Us po- Some Clock In the Neighborhood Struck Ten. cullarly chased handle projecting from Ub pages. Could anythtug bo moro satisfactory If I was going to Bay, if tho young lady had boon of tho linpulBlvo typo and tho provocation greater. But Miss Challonor'B nature was calm, and woro it not for these letters" horo his arm shifted a llttlo "I should not bo so Buro of my Jury's future verdict. Love" ho went on, aftor a moment of silent consideration of a lottur ho hud chosen from thoso beforo him, "disturbs tho most equa ble natures. Whon It enters as n fac tor, wo can oxpoot anything as you know, And Miss Challoner ovldontly was much attached to her correspon dent, and uaturally loft the roproach conveyed ln thoso lines." And Doctor Heath road: 'Doar Miss Challoner: Only a man or Btnall spirit cpuld endure what I endured from you tho other day, Lovo Buch as mlno would be rospectnblo ln a clodhopper, and I think thnt oven you will acknowledge that I stand somewhat higher than that Though I was silent under yoiir disapprobation, you shall yet have your answer. It will not lack point because of its nec essary dolay." "A threatl" The words sprang from Sweetwater, nnd woro evidently involuntary. "It Is tho only letter of them alt which convoys anything like a re proach," proceeded tho coroner. "Her -surprise must consequently havo been Great at receiving these linos, and her resentment equally so. If the two mot afterwards But I have not Bhown you tho signature-To the poor father It conveyed nothing somo factB have been kept from htm but to us" hero ho whirled the letter about bo that Sweetwater, at least, could seo tho name, "It conveys a hope that we may yet understand Miss Challoner," "BrothcrBon!" oxclnlmed tho young detective In loud surprise. "Brother eon! The man who" "Tho man who left this building Just beforo or simultaneously with tho alarm caused by Miss Challoner's fall. It clears away some of the clouds bo fogging us. She probably caught Bight of him ln tho lobby, and ln tho passion of the moment forgot her usual Instincts and drove tho sharp pointed weapon Into hor heart." "Brotherson!" Tho'word came soft ly now, and with a thoughtful Intona tion. "Ho saw her die." "Why do you say that?" "Would ho havo washed hla hands ln tho snow If ho had been ln lguo ranco of tho occurrence? Ho was the real. If not tho active, cause of her death and ho knew it. Efthor he ox cuso mo, Doctor Heath and Mr. Gryce, it Is not for nip to obtrude my opin ion." "Have you settled it beyond dispute that Brotherson is really tho man who was seen doing thlsT' "No, sir. I have not had a mlnuto for tharjob, but I'm ready for tho business any tlmo you see fit to spare me." "Let It be tomorrow, or. If you can manage It, tonight. Wo want tho man even if ho Is not the hero of that ro mantic episode. He wrote these let ters, and he-must explain the last one. Hid Initials, as you seo, aro not ordi nary ones, and you will find them at tho bottom of all these sheets He was brave enough or arrogant enough to sigh the questionable ono with his full name. This may speak well for him, and It may not. It Is for you to decide that. "Whoro will you look for him, Sweetwnter? No ono horo knows his address." "Not, Miss Challoner's maid?" "No; the namo Is a new ono to hor. But Bhe mado it very evident that Bho was not surprised to hoar that her mistress was In secret correspondence with n member of the male sex. Much can be hidden from servants, but not that." "I'll find tho man; I have a double reason for doing that now; he shall not escape me' Doctor Heath expressed his satis faction, nnd gavo somo orders. Mean while, Mr. Gryco had not uttered a word. CHAPTER VIII. Strange Doings for George. That evening George eat so long over tho newspapers that In spite of my absorbing Interest In tho topic en grossing mo, I fell asleep ln my cozy llttlo rooking chair. I was awakened by what seemed Hko a kiss falling very softly on my forehead, though, to bo Huro, It may havo boon only the flap of Georgo's coat sleeve as ho stooped oven me. "Wako up, llttlo woman," J heard, "and trot away to bed. ,1'ni going out and may not bo In till daybreak." "You! going -out! at ton o'clock at night, tired as you aro as wo both aro! What has happenod Ah!" This broken exclamation escaped mo as I pcrcolved In tho dim back ground by the sitting-room door, tho figure of a man who called up recent, bttt very thrilling experiences. "Mr, Sweetwater," explalnod George. "Wo nro going out together. It is nocQSBary, or you may bo sure 1 should not leave you," Ho gave, mo a llttlo good advico as to how I had bettor employ my tlmo In his nbsonco, and was off beforo I could find words to answor. s, Ab soon as tuo two were in the street, tho detective turned towards Georgo andsaid: "Mr. Andorson", I have a great deal to ask of. you. Mr. Brotherson has vanished; that Is, In his own propor person, but I havo an Idea that I am on the track of one who will load us very directly to him If wo manage the affair carefully. What I want of you, of courso, Is moro Identification You saw tho fuco of tho man who washed his hands in tho snow, and would Know it again, you say. Da you think you could bo qulto sure of your self, It tho man were differently dressed and differently occupied?" "I think so. There's his height and a certain strong look ln his face. 1 cannot doscrlbo It." "You don't need to. Come! we're all right. You don't mind making a night of it?" "Not If it Is necessary;" "That we can't tell yet " And with a characteristic shrug and smile, the detective led the way to a taxlcab which stood in waiting at the corner. A quarter of an Iiour of rather fast riding brought them into-a tangle of streets on the East side When they stopped, which was in a fow minutes, Sweetwater said to Georgo: "We Bhall havo to wark now for a block or two. If you can manage to act as If you were accUBtomed to the place and just lenve all the talking to mo, we ought to get along, first-rate. Don't be astonished at anything you see. and trust me for the rest; that's all." They alighted, and he dismissed the taxlcab. Somo clock In the neighbor hood struck tho hour of ton. "Good! we shall be in time," mut tered tho detective, and led tho way down the street and round a corner or so, till they came to a block dark er than the rent, and much less noisy. "There's a meeting on tonight, of the Associated Brotherhood of the Awl, tho Plane nnd tho Trowel (what ever that means), and It Is the speak er wp want to seo; the man who t& to address them promptly at ten o'clock. Do you objoct to meetings?" "Is this a secret ono?" "It wasn't advertised." "Are we carpentors or masons that we can count on admittance?" "Hush! I must spealc to this man." Georgo Btood back, and a few words passed between Sweetwater and a shadowy figure which seemed to havo sprung up out of the sidewalk. "Balked at tho outset," were the en couraging words with which the de tcctlvo rejoined George. "It Beems that a pass-word is necessdry, and my friend has been unablo to get it. Will tho speaker pass out this way?" he inquired of tho shadowy figure still lingering in, tholr rear. "Ho didn't go In by it; yet I believe he's safe enough inside," waB tho muttered answer. Sweetwater had no relish for disap pointments of this character, but It was not long before he straightened up and allowed himself to exchange a fow moro words with this mysterJoua person. Theseappearcd to bo of a more encouraging nature than the last, for it was i!ot long boforo the do tectlvG returned with renewed alac rity to George, and, wheeling him about, began to retrace his steps to -ho corner. " Whero they went under this officer's guidance, ho cannot tell. Tho tortu ous tangle of alleys through which ho now, felt himself led was dark as the nether regions to his unaccustomed oyesj. There was snow under his feet and now and thon he brushed against somo obtruding object, or stumbled against a low fence; but beyond theso slight miscalculations on his own part, no was a mere automaton In the hands of his oager guide, and only became his own man again when they sud denly stopped Into an opon yard nnd ho could discern plainly beforo him the dark walls of "It building pointed out by Sweetwater as their probable destination. Yet oven hero they en countered some Impediment which prohibited a close approach. A wall or shed cut off their view of the build ing's lowei story; and though somo what Btartled at being left uncere moniously alone after just n whispered word of encouragement from the over ready detective, Georgo could quite understand the necessity which vthat person must feel for a quiet recon noltoring ot the surroundings beforo the two of them vontured further for ward Invtholr possibly hazardous un dertaking. Yet the experience was none too pleasing to George, and ho was very glad to hear Sweetwater's whisper again in his oar, and to feel himself rescued from the pool of slilsh in which he had boen left to stand. "Tho approach Is not all that can be desired," remarked tho detective as thwy entered what appeared to bo a low shed. "Tho broken boatd has been put back and securely nailed in place, and If I am not yory much mis taken thoro is a fellow stationed in the yard who will want tho pass-word too. LookB shady to me. I'll Save sombthlng to tell tho chief when I get back." "But we! What aro wo going to' do It wo cannot get In front or rear?" "We're going to wait right hero In the hopes of catching n gllmpso of our man as ho comes out," returned tho detoctlvo, drawing Georgo towards a low window overlooking the yard he had described as sentinelled. "He will have to pass directly undor this win dow on his way to tho alley," Sweet water wont on to explain, "and if I can only raise It but tho noise would give ub away. I can't do that." "Perhaps it swings on hlngos," sug gested George. "It looks Hko that sort of a window." "If It should woll! It does. We're In greut luck, sir. But beforo I pull It open, remember that from tho mo merit I unlatch it, everything Bald or done here can bo heard ln tho ad joining yard. So no whispers and no unnecessary movemonu. When you henr him coming, as sooner or later you certainly will, fall carefully to your knees and lean out just far enough to catch a glimpae of Tiim bo foro he stepa down from tho porch. If he stops to light hiB cigar or to pass a few words with some of tho men ho will leave- behind, yon may get a plain enough view "of his face or figure to Identlfjhlm. The light is burning low in that rear hall, but It will do. If it does not If you can't see him or If you do, don't hang out of tho window more than a second. Duck after your first look. I don't want to bo caught aC this job- with no bottor opportunity for oscapo than wo hoVcr here. Can you1 remember all that?" Georgo pinched his arm encourag ingly, and Sweetwater, with no amused grunt, softly unlatched the window and pulled It wldo opon. A flno sleet flew ln. Imperceptible cave for tho sensation of damp it Kave, and-the Blight haze it diffused through the air. Enlarged by this huze, the building thoy wero set to watch roso ln magnified proportions at their left. Tho ,ynrd botween, piled high in tho center with snow-heaps or other hoapa covered with snow, could not havo been more than forty feet square, The window from which they poered, was half-way down this yard, so that a comparatively short distance separated them from the porch where George had been told to look for tho man he was expecting to identify. All was dark thoro at present, but he could hear fronr time to time somo Bounds of restless movement, as tho guard posted tnside shifted in his nar row quarters, or struck hla benumbed foot softly together. But what came to them from above was moro interesting than anything to bo heard or seen below. A man's voice, raised to a wonderful pitch by tho passion of oratory, had burst the barriers of the closed hall in that tow ering third story and was carrying lta tale to other ears than thoso within. Sweetwater, jn whom satisfaction was fast talcing the place of Impa tience and regret, pushed tho window to beforo asking Georgo this question: "Did you hear tho vqIco of tho man whoso action attracted your attention outside the Clermont?" "No." " v,. "Did you note just now tho large , shadow dancing on the celling over the speaker's head?" "Yes. but I could Judge nothing from ' that." "Well, he's arum ono-J shan't opon this window again till he gives signs ot reaching the end of his speech. It's too cold." But almost immediately ho gave a , start and, pressing Georgo's arm, ap peared to listen, not to tho speech which was no longer audible, but to ' something mtiyli nearer a ' step or movement ln the adjoining yard. At least, so Georgo interpreted tho quick turn which this impetuous detective mado, and tho palna ho took to direct George's attention to the walk run ning under tho window beneath whloh they crouched. Somo ono was steal- ' Ing down upon tho house at their left, from the nllev bevond. A hie- mnn rwhose shoulder brushed -the window ns he went by. George felt his hand seized again and pressed -aB this hap pened, and beforo ho had recovered from this excitement, experienced an other quick pressure and still nnother as one, two, three additional figures went slipping by. Then his hand was suddenly dropped, for a cry had shot up from tho door whero tho sentinel storfd guard, followed by a suddon loud slam, and tho noise of a shooting bolt, which, proclaiming as it did that tho InvaderB were not friends but onemles to tho cause which was boing vaunted above, so oxclted Sweotwator that ho pulled the window wldo open and took a bold look out. Georgo fol lowed hlB example and this was whut they saw: Threo men wero standing flat against tho fence leading from tho shed dlroctly to the porch. Tho fourth was crouching within tho lat tor, and In another moment thoy hoard his fist descend upon tho door lnsldo In a way to rouso tho echoes. Mean time, the voice In tho audience hall above had ceased, and there could be heard tnad tho scramble of hurry ing feet nnd ibo noise of overturning benches. Then a window flow up and a voice called down: "Who's that? What do you want down thore?" (TO BE CONTINUED.) Innocent. "I try to think," said Benham, "that woman is the equal of man and ns well qualified to take part In the political life; but It sort of jars that belief to get tho ieply I did this morning from my wlfo, when I remarked, on reading thq returns, that Bingham ran ahea? of his ticket, and Bhe Innocently In" quired. "What was his hurry ?" Judga "C ,5,, - .- S$ t . u vJ.!'r " '. - c IT -SWtesjWft4rsK3 nrau. "- " -r ----wrtit--aniwMiBaMKaMr wr-