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CHAPTER XH.
The American dearly loves a sen
nation, and the bigger and more blood- j
urdllng It Is the better. Nothing is '
more gratifying on arising in the !
morning and sitting down to partake
of a daintily served breakfast than to
glance hurriedly over the front page
if one's favorite newspaper and see it
covered with startling headlines. It
Matters little what has happened dur
ing the night to shock the community,
so long aa it satisfies one's appetite
(or sensational news. It can be a
fatal conflagration, a fearful railroad
wreck, a gigantic bank robbery, a hor
rible murder, or even a scaudalous
divorce case. All one asks la that it
be. something big, with column after
column of harrowing details. , The
newspapers are fully alive to what Is
expected of thorn, but it is not always
easy to supply the demand. There
are times when the metropolis lan
guishes for news of any description.
There are no disastrous fires, trains
run without mishap, burglars go on a
vacation, society leaders act with de
corum in a word the city is deadly
dull. Further consideration of the
tariff remains the most thrilling topic
the newspapers can find to write
about.
The murder at the aristocratic As
truria, therefore, was hailed by the
editors as an unmixed journalistic
blessing, and they proceeded to play
it up for all it was worth. All the
features of a first-class sensation wers
present. The victim, Robert Under
wood, was well known in society and
a prominent art connoisseur. The
place where the crime was committed
was one of the most fashionable ot
New York's hostelries. The presumed
assassin was a college man and the
on ot one of the most wealthy and
Influential of New York's citizens.
True, this Howard Jeffries, the son,
-was a black sheep. He had been
mixed up in all kinds of scandals be
fore. His own father had turned him
out ot doors, and he was married to a
woman whose father died in prison.
Could a better combination ot cir
cumstances for a newspaper be con
ceived? The crime was discovered
too late for the morning papers to
make mention of It, but the afternoon
papers fired a broadside that shook
the town. All the evening papers had
Wg scare heads stretching across the
ctlre front Daee. with olctures of the
principals involved and long inter
views with the coroner and Capt.
Clinton. There Beemed to be no doubt
that the nollce had arrested the right
man, and tn all quarter's of theHCTTj
there was universal sympathy for Mr,
Howard Jeffries, Sr. It was terrible
to think that this splendid, upright
man, whose whole career was without
a, single stain, who had served his
oountry gallantly through the civil
war, should have such dlsgracs
brought upon him in his old age.
'Everything pointed to a speedy trial
and quick conviction. Publie Indigna
tion was aroused almost to a frenzy,
and a . loud .clamor went up against
the law's delay. Too many crimes
of this nature, screamed the yellow
press, had been allowed to sully ths
good name of the city. A fearful ex
ample must be made, no matter what
the standing and Influence of the pris
oner's family. ' Thus goaded on, the
courts acted with promptness. Taken
before a magistrate, Howard was at
Mice committed to the Tombs to await
trial, and the district attorney set to
work impaneling a jury. Justice, ha
promised, would be swiftly done. One
newspaper stated positively that the
family would not interfere, hut would
abandon the scapegrace son to his
richly deserved fate. Judge Brewster,
the famous lawyer; It was said, had al
ready been approached by the prison
had declined to take
w's wife, but
the case. Banker Jeffries also was
quoted as saying that the man undei
arrest was no longer a son of his. .
' As one paper pointed out, It seemed
a farce and a waste of money to have
fi n ex,
The Jeffries Mansion Wat Lesieqod
by Callers.
any trial at all The atisaxr.ln lmd not
orHy been caught red-handed, but had
actually confessed. Why wuste tlmo
over a trial? True, one paper timidly
migrated that It nilnht have been a
oase of suicide. Kohert Underwood's
financial affairs, it weitf on to say.
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were in a critical conuinon, ana d.v
theory of suicide was borne out to
Eonin extent by an Interview with Dr.
Iternsteln, professor of psychology at
one of the universities, who stated
that he was by no means convinced of
the prisoner's guilt, and hinted that
the alleged confession might have
been forced from him by the police,
while In a hypnotic state. This the
ory, belittling as it did their pet sen
sation, did not suit the policy of the
yellow press, so the learned profea
sor at once became the target for edi
torial attack.
The sensation grew In importar a
as the day for the trial approached.
All New York was agog with excite
ment The handsome Jeffries man
sion on Riverside drive was besieged
by callers. The guides on the sight
seeing coaches shouted through thelf
megaphones:
"That's the house where the mur
derer of Robert Underwood lived."
The Immediate vicinity of the house
the day that the crime was made pub
lic was thronged with carious peo
ple. The blinds of the house were
drawn down as if to shield the In
mates from observation, but there
were several cabs In front of the main
entrance and passers by stopped on
the sidewalk, pointing at the house. A
number of newspaper men stood in a
group, gathering fresh material for
the next edition. A reporter ap
proached rapidly from Broadway and
joined his colleagues.
"Well, boys," he said cheerily. "Any
thing doing? Say, my paper is going
to have a bully story to-morrow! Com
plete account by Underwood's valet.
He tells how he caught the murderer
just as he was escaping from the
apartment. We'll have pictures and
everything. It's fine. Anything do
ing here?" be demanded.
"Naw," grunted the others in dis
gruntled tones.
"We saw the butler," said one re
porter, "and tried to get a story from
him, but he flatly refused to talk. All
he would say was that Howard Jef
fries was nothing to the family, that
his father didn't care a straw what
became of him."
'That's pretty tough!" exclaimed
another reporter. "He's his son, aft
er all."
"Oh, you don't know old Jeffries."
chimed in a third. "When once, he
makes ud his mind you might as well
try to move a uuuou.
The afternoon was getting on; If
their papers were to print anything
more that day they must hasten down
town. "Let's make one more attempt to
get a talk out of the old man," sug
gested one enterprising scribe.
"All right," cried , the others In
chorus. "You go ahead. We'll fol
low In a tody and back you up."
PiHFlng through the front gtte, they
rang the bell, and after a brief par
ley were admitted to- the house. They
had hardly disappeared when a cib
drove hurriedly up and stopped at the
curb. A young woman, heavily vel'cd,
descended, paid the driver, and walked
quickly through the gates toward the
house.
Annie tried to feel brave, but her
heart misgave her when she saw this
splendid home with all iU evidence c'
wealth, culture and refinement. It was
the first time she had ever, entered
Its gates, although. In a measure, she
was entitled to look upon It as her
own home. Perhaps never so much
as now she realized what a deep gulf
lay between her husband's family and
herself. This was a world she had
never known a ; world of opulence
and luxury. She did not know how she
had summoned up courage enough to
come. Yet there was no time to be
lost. Immediate action was neces
sary. Howard must have the best
lawyers that money could procure.
! Judge Brewster had been deaf to her
entreaties. He had declined to take
the case. She had no money. How
ard's father must come to his assist
ance. She would plead with him and
Insist that It was his duty to stand
by his son. She wondered how he
would receive her, If he would put
her out or be rude to her. He might
tell the servants to shut the door In
her face. Timidly she rang the bell.
The butler opened the door, and sum
moning up all her courage, she asked:
"Is Mr. Jeffries in?"
To her utter amazement the butler
offered no objection to her entering.
Mistaking her for a woman reporter,
several of whom had already called
that morning, he said:
"Go right In the library, madam;
the other newspaper folk are there."
She paRsed through, the splendid re
ception hall, marveling Inwardly at
the beautiful statunry and pictures,
no little intimidated at finding her
pelf amid such splendid surroundings.
On the left there was a door draped
with handsome tapestry.
"Right In there, miss," said the
butler.
She went in, and found herself In a
room of nohlo proportions, the walls
of which were lined with bookshelves
filled with tomes In rich bindings. The
light that entered through the stained
glass windows cast a subdued half
light, warm and rich In color, on the
crimson plush furnishing. Near the
h'iivy flat, desk In the center of th-
room a tall, distinguished man was
standing listening drprecatirg'.y to
the half dozen reporters who were
hoitibarding him with questions. As
Annie entered the room she caught
the words of his reply:
"'ihe young man who has Inherited
my n:;iip has chosen h!s ow n path in
life. I am grieved to say that his con
d".ot at colltge. his mart'lapc, has
c-mipletely separated hhu from his
lan-lly. and 1 have quite made up my
n h;d that in no way or manner can
his family become Ulcntitlcd wiih any
sieps he may take to escape the pen
alty of his mad act. I am his father,
and 1 suppose, under the circum
stances, I ought to say something. Hut
I have decided not to. I don't wish
to give the American public any ex
cuse to think that I am palliating or
condoning his crime. Gentlemen, I
wish you good-day."
Annie, who had been listening in
tently, at once saw her opportunity.
Mr. Jeffries had taken no notice of
her presence, believing her to be a
newspaper writer like the others. As
the reporters took their departure
and filed out of the room, she re
mained behind. As the last one disap
peared she turned to the banker and
said:
"May I speak to you a moment?"
He turned quickly and looked at hr
In surprise. For the first time he
was conscious of her presence. Bow
ing courteously, he shook his head:
"I am afraid I can do nothing for
you madam as I've just explained to
your confreres of the press."
Annie looked up at him, and said
boldly:
"I am not a reporter, Mr. Jeffries. I
am your son's wife."
The banker started back In amaze
ment. This woman, whom he had
taken, for a newspaper reporter, was
an Interloper, an lmposter, the very
last woman In the world whom he
would have permitted to be admitted
to his house. He considered that she,
as much as anybody else, had con
tributed to his son's ruin. Yet what
could he do? She was there, and he
was too much of a gentleman to have
her turned out bodily. Wondering at
his silence, she repeated Boftly:
"I'm your son's wife, Mr. Jeffries."
The banker looked at her a mo
ment, as if taking her In from head to
foot. Then he said coldly:
"Madam, I have no son." He hesi
tated, and added:
"I don't recognize "
She looked at him pleadingly.
"But I want to speak to you, sir."
Mr. Jeffries shook his head, and
moved toward the door.
"I repeat, I have nothing to say."
Annie planted herself directly In his
path. He could not reach the door
unless he removed her forcibly.
"Mr. Jeffries," she said earnestly,
"please don't refuse to hear me
please"
He halted, looking as if he would
like to escape, but there was no way
of egress. This determined-looking
young woman had him at a dlsad-
vauiH&e.
"I do not think," he said Icily, "that
there Is any subject which can be of
mutual Interest "
"Oh, yes, there Is," she replied eag
erly. She was quick to take advan
tage of this entering wedge into the
man's mantle of co d reserve.
"Flesh and blood," she went on
earnestly, "is of mutual Interest. Your
ton is yours whether you cast him off
or not. You've got to hear me. 1 am
not asking anything for myself. It's
for him, your son. He's in trouble.
Don't desert him at a moment like
this. Whatever he may have done to
deserve your anger don't don't deal
him such a blow. You cannot realize
what It means In such a critical situa
tion. Even if you only pretend to be
friendly with him you don't need to
really be friends with him. But don't
ou e what, the effect will tv? if you.
his futher, publicly withdraw from bis
support?. Everybody will say he's no
good, that he can't be any good or bis
father wouldn't go back on him. You
know what the world is. People will
condemn him-because you condemn
him. They won't even give him a
hearing. For God's sake, don't go
back on him now!"
Mr. Jeffries turned and walked to
ward the window, and stood there ga
zing on the trees on the lawn. She
did not see his face, but by the ner
vous twitching of his bands behind
his back, she saw that her words had
not been without effect. She waited
in silence for htm to say something
Presently he turned around, and she
saw that his face had changed. The
look of haughty pride had gone. She
had touched the chords of the fa
ther's heart. Gravely he said:
"Of course you realize that you,
above all others, are responsible for
his present position."
She was about to demur, but she
checked herself. What did she care
what they thought of her? She was
fighting to save her husband, not to
make the Jeffries family think better
of her. Quickly she answered:
"Well, all right I'm responsibl
but don't punish him because of me."
Mr. Jeffries looked at her.
Who was this young woman who
championed so warmly his own son?
She was his wife, of course. But wives
of a certain kind are quick to desert
tlulr husbands when they are In trou
ble. I Here must be some good in the
girl, after all, he thought. Hesitatiug
ly, he said:
"I could have forgiven him every
thing, everything but"
'But me, she said nrnmntlr. "1
know It. Don't you suppose I feel It,
too, and don't you suppose It hurts?"
Mr. Jeffries stiffened up. This wom
an was evidently trying to excite his
sympathies. The hard, proud expres
sion came back luto his face, as he an
swered curtly:
"Forgive me for speaking plululy,
biit m& sou's mar t late w ith such a
woman as you has made It Impossible
to even consider the question of recon
ciliation." - With all her efforvs at se!f control,
Annie would have been more thau
human had she not resented the Insin
uation in this cruel speech. For a mo--
meut she forgot the importance of
preserving amicable relations, and she
retorttd:
"Such a woman as me? That's pret
ty plain. But you'll have to speak
even more plainly. What do you mean
when you say such a woman as me?
What have 1 done?"
Mr. Jeffries looked out of the win
dow w ithout answering, wid she went
on:
"I worked In a factory when 1 was
nine years old, and I've earned my
living ever since. There's no disgrace
in that, is there? There's nothing
against me personally nothing dis
graceful, I mean. I know I'm not edu
cated. I'm not a lady in your sense
of the word, but I've led a decent life.
There isn't a breath of scandal against
me not a breath. But what's the
good of talking about me? Never mind
me. I'm not asking for anything.
WVat are you going to do for him?
He must have the best lawyer that
money can procure none of those
barroom , orators. Judge Brewster,
your lawyer, is the man. We want
Judge Brewster." ,
Mr. Jeffries shrugged his shoulders.
"I repeat--tny son's marriage with
the daughter ot a man who died In
prison"
She Interrupted him.
"That was hard luck nothing but
hard luck. You're not going to make
me responsible for that, .are you?
Why, I was only eight years old when
that happened. Could I have pre
vented it?" Recklessly she went on:
"Well, blame It on me if you want to,
but don't hold it up against Howard.
He didn't know It when he married
me. He never would have known It
but for the detectives employed by
you to dig up my family history, and
the newspapers did the rest. God!
what they didn't say! I never real
ized I was of so much Importance.
They printed It In scare-head lines. It
made a fine sensation for the public,
but It destroyed my peace of mind."
"A convict's daughter!" said Mr.
Jeffries contemptuously.
"He was a good man at that!" she
answered hotly. "He kept the squarest
poolroom In Manhattan, but he re
fused to pay police blackmail, and
he was ratlronded to prison." Indig
nantly she went on: "If my father's
shingle had been up In Wall street,
and he'd made 50 dishonest millions,
you'd forget It next morning, and you'd
welcome me with open arms. But he
was unfortunate. Why, Billy Delmore
was the best man In the world. He'd
give away the last dollar he had to
a friend. I wish to God he was alive
now! He'd help to snve your son. I
wouldn't have to come here to ask
you."
Mr. Jeffries shifted uneasily on his
feet and looked awsv
"You don't seem to understand," he
said impatiently. "I've completely cut
him off from the family. It's as if he
were dead."
She approached nearer and laid her
hand gently on the banker's arm
"Don't say that, Mr. Jeffries. It's
wicked to say that about your own
son. He's a good boy at heart, and
he's been so good to me. Ah, If you
only knew how hard he's tried to get
work I'm sure you'd change your opln
Ion of him. Irately he's been drinking
a little because he was disappointed
In not getting anything to do. But
he tried so hard. He walked the
streets night and day. Once he even
took a position as guard on tho ele
vated road. Just think of It, Mr. Jeff
ries, your son to such t straits were
we reduced but he caught cold and
had to give It up. I wanted to go to
work and helD him out. I always
earned my living- before 1 married
him, but he wouldn't let me. You
don't know what a good heart he's
got. He's been weak and foolish, but
you know he's only a boy."
She watched his face to see if her
words were having any effect, but Mr.
Jeffries showed no sign of relenting.
Sarcastically, be said:
"And you took advantage ot the
fact and married him?"
For a moment she made no reply.
She felt the reproach was not unmer
ited, but why should they blame her
for seeking happiness? Was she not
entitled to It as much as any other
woman? She had not married How
ard for his social position or bis
money.. In fact, she had been worse
off since her marriage than she was
before. She married him because she
loved him, and because she thought
she. could redeem him, and she was
ready to go through any amount ot
suffering to prove her disinterested
devotion. Quietly, she said:
"Yes, I know I did wrong. But I
I love him, Mr. Jeffries. Believe me
or not I love him. It's my only ex
cuse. I thought I could take care of
him. He needed some one to look aft
er him, he's too easily Influenced. You
know his character Is not so strong
as It might be. He told me that his
fellow students at college, used to hyp
notize li I in and make him do all kinds
of things to amuse the other boys, lie
says that somehow he's never bet n
the same since. I I Just loved him
1 ause 1 was strong and he was
weak. I thought I could protect him.
But now this terrible thing has hap
pened, and I And I am powerless. It's
too much for me. I can't fight this
battle alone. Won't you help me, Mr.
Jeffries?" she added pleadingly.
"Won't you help me?"
The banker wns thoughtful a min
ute, then suddenly he turned on her.
"Will you consent to a divorce If I
agree to help hlni?"
She looked at him with dismay.
There was trade tenseness 111 this
1 dramatic situation a father fighting
tor nis son, a woman nghttng tor her
husband.
i "A divorce?" she stammered. "Why,
i I never thought of such a thing as
that."
"It's the only way to save him,"
said the banker coldly.
"The only way?" she faltered.
"The only way," said Mr. Jeffries
firmly. "Do you consent?" he asked.
Annie threw ud her head. Her uala
Ltava America
Return"
Ntver to
face was full of determination, tea she
replied resignedly, catching her breath
as she spoke: .
"Yes, if it must be. 1 will consent
to a divorce to save him!"
"You will leave the country and go
abroad to live?" continued the banker
coldly.
She listened a in a dream. That
she would be confronted by such an
alternative as this had never entered
her mind. She wondered why the
world was so cruel and heartless. Yet
If the sacrifice must be made to save
Howard she was ready to make it
"You will leave America and never
return is that understood?" repeated
the banker.
"Yes, sir," she replied falterlngly.
Mr. Jeffries paced nervously up and
down the room. For the first time
he seemed to take an Interest In the
Interview. Patronizingly he said:
"You will receive a yearly allow
ance through my lawyer."
Annie tossed up- her chin defiantly.
She would show the aristocrat that
she could be as proud as he was.
"Thanks," she exclaimed. "I don't
accept charity. I'm used to earning
my own living."
"Oh, very well," replied the banker
quickly. "That's as you please. But
I have your promise you will not at
tempt to see hlra again?"
"What! Not see him once more?
To say good by?" she exclaimed. A
broken sob bait checked her utterance.
"Surely you can't mean that, Mr. Jeff
ries." The banker shrugged his shouldem
"I don't want the newspapers filled
with sensational articles about the
heartrending farewell Interview be
tween Howard Jeffries, Jr., and his
wife with your picture on the front
page."
She was not listening to his Bar
casm.
"Not even to say good by?" she
sobbed.
"No," replied Mr. Jeffries firmly
"Not even to say goodby."
"But what will he say? What will
he think?" she cried. .
"He will see it Is for the best," an
swered the banker. "He himself will
thank you for your action."
Thare was a long silence, broken
only by the sound of the girl's sob
bing. Finally she said:
"Very well, sir. I'll do as you say."
She looked up. Her eyes were dry,
the lines about her mouth set and de
termined. "Now," she said, "what are
you going to do for hlra?"
(Continued Next Issue.)
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V. E. Ilosencrans & Son, tho
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