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CHAPTER X—Ccrt.rA.eS.
\Kdr sat timidly oa a chair in the
Urkemsi and the captain turned
aga.a M the doctor
"Wtar* that rm were saying. dor
tor?"
“Yew tell me tbe r.an roelewetr
CrtMtei tie room to where Howard
Mt Dr Pcmrtrta kwerd closely at
ha Apparently tie prisoner m as .
**.• 't ill* ffr» were closed and his
beaC drv*5ped forward oe his chest.
Mr was ghastly pair
Tie captain grinned
“Yea. dr. confessed — in tie pres
d throe witnesses Eh. ser
Ce ant T"
-Yes. *»■ replied Maloney
Yos hoard bits. too. didn't you De
laney?
"Y*» captain "
Spuarisg ! j huge shoulders tie
captain said wtti a sea satisfied
chuckle:
It luck as fire hours to cet hits to
0*1 ap. bat we Ft It out of iini at
last.’
Tbe doctor was still busy with his
“Me seems to be stieep Worn out.
1 cures Fire boura. yes—that's your
method, captain - Shaking his head,
fie w.et aa *1 don't believe in these
al. a gbt eusunatioas and your 'third
decree' nentsl torture It is bar
harous Mien a man is nervous and
frightened its brain gets so benumbed
at tbe end at two or three hours'
dtr -■ «a* oa tbe same subject that
he's Uabl» to say anytime or even
believe anything Of course, you
knot. cajaam. that after a certain
The captain turned to bis sergeant
“The law at suggestion? Ha ha!
That a s good one* You know, doctor,
them theories at yours mabe a bit
urb college students and amateur
pods snort, but they don't go with us
t*s cna't make a »■ >« say yes' when
fir brrsab-ia oubd.
“I don't agree attb you.- be said.
You can make bin. say anything or
V Sieve anything—or do anything if
be m imaMe to nwiat your will ~
Tbe captain burst into a hearty peal
«* laughter
“Ha. ha’ What * tbe use of
cMnnls * We ue got him to rights I
M pun doctor, no newspaper can
nay that my prurtort aia't cleaned up
My record M a hundred roerictloos
to one acquittal ! catch >m with
tbe goods when 1 go after em!~
A faint smile hovered about the
s face
“I kn*u r«ar reputation." he said
aarcaaUcaSy
The captain thought tbe doctor was
Setterisg him. so he rubbed bis hands
win satisfaction. as be replied
"That's right 1 m after results.
N at at them Psyche themes for
mm* ’ Striding over to tbe armchair
where sat Howard be laid a rough
hand an his shoulder
“Hey, Jeffneu wake up!’
Howard opened bis eyes and stared
stupidly about bim The captain took
him by the collar of his cost
“Tome—stand up! Drare up now”
T ursine to Sergeant Maloney, he
added. Take bim over to tbe station
Write out that confession and make
b*m sign It before breakfast. Ill %t
right over “
Howard struggl'd to bis feet ant
Maloney helped bim arrange his col
lar and tie Officer Delaney clapped
Us hat on bin bead. Dr. Bernateit
turned to go.
-
on! Itif report ~
Dr Bemoudn disappeared and Capt
Clinton turned to look at Annie. wb<
patiently In th<
anguish on seeinj
“Sitting There Crying Your Eye* Out Won’t Do Him Any Good.'
-he had heard the terrible word ■'mur
der.** but surely there was some mis
take^ Seeing Capt. Clinton turn In
her direction, she darted eagerly for
ward
“Mar l speak to him. sir? He is
my husband "
Not just nowr." replied the captain,
not unkindly. -It's against the rules.
Wait till we get him to the Tombs.
Tou can see him all you want there.”
Annie's heart sank. Could she have
heard aright?
"The Tombs!” she faltered. "Is
the charge so serious?"
“Murder—that's all!” replied the
captain laconically.
Annie nearly swoomed. Had she
not caught the back of a chair she
would have fallen.
The captain turned to Maloney and.
in a low tone, said:
"Quick! Get him over to the sta
tion. We don't want any family
scenes here"
Manacled to Officer Delaney and
escorted on the other side by Ma
loney. Howard made his way toward
the door. Just as he reached It he
caught sight of his wife who, with
tears streaming down her cheeks,
was watching him as if in a dream.
To her It seemed like some hideous
nightmare from which both would
soon awaken. Howard recognized
I her. yet seemed too dazed to wonder
how she came there. He' simply
bhirted out as he passed:
'Something's happened. Annie, dear.
! 1—I'nderwood—I don't quite know—”
The policemen pushed him through
the door, which closed behind him.
CHAPTER XI.
Unable to control herself any
longer. Annie broke down completely
and burst into tears. When the door
opened and she saw her husband led
away, pale and trembling, between
those two burly policemen, it was as
it all she cared for on earth had
gone out of her life forever. Capt.
Clinton laid his hand gently on her
•boulder With more sympathy in his
lace than was bis custom to display,
he said:
Now, little woman—'tain't no kind
of use carrying on like that! If you
want to help your husband and get
faim out of his trouble you want to
get busy. Sitting there crying your
eyes out won't do him any good."
Annie threw up her head. Her eyes
were red. ^»ut they were dry now. Her
face was set and determined. The
captain was right. Only foolish wom
en weep and wall when misfortune
knocks at their door. The right sort
1 of women go bravely out and make a
I hgbt for liberty and honor. Howard
* was innocent. She was convinced ot
that, no matter how black things
! looked against him. She would not
{ leave a stone unturned till she had
regained for him his liberty. With
renewed hope In her heart and reso
, lutlon in her face, she turned to con
i front the captain.
“What has he done?” she demanded.
“Killed his friend. Robert Under
j wood."
He watched her face closely to see
what effect his words would have on
j her.
"Robert Underwood dead!” ex
claimed Annie with more surprise
than emotion.
“Tea.” said the captain sternly,
> “and your husband, Howard Jeffries,
killed him.”
“That's not true! I'd never believe
that.” said Annie promptly.
“He's made a full confession." went
i on the captain.
“A confession!” she echoed uneast
. ly. “What do you mean?”
“Just what I eay. Tour husband
i has made a full confession In the
presence of witnesses, that he came
hern to Underwood's rooms to ask
for money. They quarreled. Tour
husband drew a pistol and shot him.
> He has signed a confession which will
1ST4 *0 ** B“‘utme ^
Annie looked staggered for a mo- '
ment, but her faith in her husband '
was unshakeable. Almost hysterically I
she cried:
"I don't believe it. I don't believe i
it. You may have tortured him into ;
signing something. Everybody knows !
your methods, Capt. Ciinton. But j
thank God there is a law in the
United States which protects the in
nocent as well as punishes the guilty.
I shall get the most able lawyers to
defend him even if I have to sell my
seif into slavery for the rest of my
life.”
' Bravo, little woman!” said the cap
tain mockingly. "That's the way to
talk. I like your spunk, but before
you go I'd like to ask you a few ques
tions. Sit down."
He waved her to a chair and he sat
opposite her.
"Now, Mrs. Jeffries," he began en
couragingly. "tell me—did you ever
hear your husband threaten Howard
Underwood?"
By this time Annie had recovered
her self-possession. She knew that
the best way to help Howard was to
keep cool and to say nothing which
was likely to injure his cause. Boldly,
therefore, she answered:
"You've no right to ask me that
question."
The captain shifted uneasily in his
seat. He knew she was within her
legal right. He couldn't bully her
into saying anything that would in
criminate her husband.
“I merely thought you would like
to assist the authorities, to—" he
stammered awkwardly.
“To convict my husband." she said
calmly. “Thank you, I understand my
position."
“You can’t do him very much harm,
you know,” said the captain with af
fected jocularity. "He has confessed
to the shooting."
“I don't believe it," she said em
phatically.
Trying a different tack, he asked
carelessly:
“Did you know Mr. Underwood?"
She hesitated before replying, then
Indifferently she said:
"Yes, I knew him at one time. Ha
Introduced me to my husband.*’
“Where was that?"
“In New Haven, Conn."
“Up at the college, eh? How long
have you known Mr. Underwood?"
Annie looked at her inquisitor and
said nothing. She wondered what he
was driving at, what importance the
question had to the case. Finally she
said:
“I met him once or twice up at New
Haven, but I've never seen him since
my marriage to Mr. Jeffries. My hus
band and he were not very good
friends. That is—”
She stopped, realizing that she had
made a mistake. How foolish she had
been! The police, of course, were
anxious to show that there was ill
feeling between the two men. Her
heart misgave her as she saw the
look of satisfaction in the captain's
face.
“Ah!" he exclaimed. “Not very
good friends, eh? In fact, your hus
band didn't like him, did he?"
"He didn’t like him well enough to
run after him," she replied hesitat
ingly.
The captain now started off in an
other direction.
“Was your husband ever jealous of
Underwood?”
By this time Annie had grown sus
picious of every question. She was
on her guard.
“Jealous? What do you mean?
Xo. he was not jealous. There was
never any reason. I refuse to answer
any more questions."
The captain rose and began to pace
the floor.
“There's one little thing more, Mrs.
JefTries. and then you can go. You
can help your husband by helping us.
I want to put one more question to
you and be careful to answer truth
fully. Did you call at these rooms
last night to see Mr. Underwood?"
"I!" exclaimed Annie with mingled
astonishment and indignation. "Of
course not.”
"Sure?" demanded the captain, eye
ing her narrowly.
"Positive," said Annie firmly.
The captain looked puzzled.
“A woman called here last night to
see him.” he said thoughtfully, "and
I thought that perhaps—"
Interrupting himself, he went quick
ly to the door of the apartment and
called to some one who was waiting
in the corridor outside. A boy about
18 years of age, in the livery of an
elevator attendant, entered the room.
The captain pointed to Annie.
“Is that the lady?"
The boy looked carefully, and then
shook his head.
"Don't think so—no, sir. The other
lady was a great swell.”
"You're sure, e'u?" said the captain.
"I think so." answered the boy.
"Do you remember the name she
gave?"
"Xo. sir." replied the boy. "Ever
since you asked me—"
Annie arose and moved toward the
door. She had no time to waste
there. Every moment now was pre
cious. She must get legal assistance
at once. Turning to Capt. Clinton, she
said:
"If you've no further use for me,
captain. I think I'll go."
“Just one moment, Mrs. Jeffries."
he said.
The face of the elevator boy sud
denly brightened up.
"That's it," he said eagerly. "That's
it—Jeffries. 1 think that was the
name she gave, sir.”
"Who?" demanded the captain.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Stand up for Convictions
- *
The World Has Little Respect for the
Man Who Seemingly Has No
Mind of His Own.
There are many men who seem to
have no convictions on any subject
If they have any they give no sign.
They only smile and are silent That
U probably better than to be verbose
and violent Vanity of opinion is as
bad as to have none at alL In a real
simon-pure conviction, there are mod
esty and courage both. Truth Is in
the quiet voice, since it does not de
pend on vainglory or rant
But a real man will say his say
when the time comes, not for contro
versy—for that is not profitable, but
to show his hand and what he la. A
man’s personal influent is stronger
than his argument and he Is false to
the truth that is in him if he does
not show that
We have great Issues before us—
moral, political, social—which every
man should think about and under
stand. and be ready to take a stand
1 upon, and take It But there are
i many who don’t do this, who are nega
' tlve or cowardly and only smile or
: grin when one of these subjects is
’ mentioned. They seem to thlnkj that
. to disagree with another Is a great
I offense. It is an offenae not to dls
i agree If one really does, for If an er
ror goes unchallenged. It Is strength
eued. When a man says such a thing
I Is right and you think it Isn't, say eo.
quietly and earnestly, and let It go at
that
The worst mollycoddle Is the man
who believes a thing Is true and neg
lects to say so. when It la called In
question. The world would go back
ward If all were like him.—Columbus
Journal
A Free Translation.
"Gentlemen of the Jury," continued
the earnest young lawyer, “the case
before you hangs upon that old Latin
maxim—‘Falsus in uno, falsus In omni
bus.' Now, gentlemen, what does that
mean? It means, gentlemen, that it a
man will tell one lie, he'll tell a whole
omnibuaful of lies.'*
Why He Hurried.
First Boy—Where yer goin' in such
a rush?
Second Boy (on the run)—Fire
alarm!
F. B.—Where?
S. F.—Boss said he’d fire me if I
wasn’t back from dis errand in ten
minutes,
Uncle Ears Says:
"A good many people her the cour
age uv their convictions, while a good
many more her the courage of their
assumptions.’’
BLIGHTED BY THE THAW CASE
The recent conviction and sentenc
ing to state prison of Dan O'Reilly for
his participation in a theft committed
in New York serve to draw attention
to the remarkable series of misfor
tunes attending various persons con
nected with the Thaw case. O’Reilly
was one of the lawyers on the Thaw
side and has never had a day s luck
since he was mixed up in it. While
the crime for which he has been sen
tenced and which disbars him as a
lawyer had nothing to do with the
case of Thaw, many believe that it
was the nemesis of the White tragedy
which worked his undoing. So far
the lives of thirteen persons mixed up
one way or another in the case have
been blighted.
Of the other lawyers besides OTtoil-'
ly who figured in the case Clifford W.
Hartridge is facing disbarment pro
ceedings growing out of statements
made in connection with it He Lad
to sue Mrs. Thaw, mother of Harry
Thaw, for fcls fees and a bill of particulars was demanded. In furnish.ng
this he told of trips he made seeking witnesses, of sums of money paid to
buy the silence of certain persons and of excursions to various resorts entail
ing large expenditures. His revelations brought upon him the censure of
the New York Bar association and proceedings to disbar him are now in
the courts.
A. Russell Peabody, who was associated in Thaw’s defense, Is dead and
so are two other lawyers—John and George Lee, members of an old southern
family. Still another was Delphln Michael Delmas, who came out of the west'
and who on the second trial of Thaw introduced the famous plea of dementia
Americana or brain storm. He has had no big cases since.
MISSES HIS WEATHER GUESS
“Professor Moore's rainstorm" has
been the topic of much Jocund com
ment in Washington. Before now the
weather bureau has played a potent
part In fixing the fame of great men.
Noah, for example, might be compar
atively unknown save for a rainstorm
of unprecedented violence, and sub
sequent history abounds In similar in
stances. culminating in “Professor
Moore's rainstorm” of the night of the
lawn fete which crowned the silver
wedding anniversary of the president
and Mrs. Taft
Twenty-four hours previous, when
Washington was bedecking Itself and
joyously entering upon the task of
making the silver wedding anniver
sary a close second to the corona
tion festivities of that other Anglo
Saxon ruler, George of Great Britain;
when Washington was donning its
most spotless duck trousers and
“sheerest" gowns. Professor Moore,
sequestered In the innermost chain
ber of the weather bureau building, announced that it was going to rain.
Forthwith Washington drooped, it talked sadly of the impending down
pour and hunted up umbrellas and goloshes. But the Moore rainstorm was
like unto the mystery of the empty box—there was nothing in it.
A tranquil afternoon was followed by an ideal evening. Every silvery
star that was permitted by astronomical laws twinkled down on Washington,
and only the silvery moon was missing from the presidential silver wedding
anniversary.
Therefore, there is much Jocund comment on "Professor Moore's rain
storm." And. coupled with the “storm.” are many mentions of that other
day in President Taft's administration which the weather likewise made
memorable—the day of the inauguration. The weather man predicted that
March 4 would be a pretty fair day. a serviceable inauguration day if not an
ideal one. Then came the blizzard that buried Washington inches deep in
slush, broke down telegraph poles, tied up train service and almost snowed
In the weather office.
THREATEN SENATOR'S TOGA
It Is reported in Washington that
the election ol Senator Stephenson of
Wisconsin, the lumber king, is to be
investigated by the senate committee
on privileges and elections.
Senator Isaac Stephenson is a na
tive of New Hampshire, where he was
born In 1S29. After a brief residence
at Bangor, Me., he located in Wis
consin and for a time was a farm la
borer. Seeing the prospect of mak
ing money in the lake transportation
business, he purchased a schooner and
operated it successfully between Mil
waukee and Escanaba His savings
he invested in timber lands, which !
then could be purchased cheaply, and
gradually became the owner of vast
tracts of valuable standing timber.
Tears ago he was a multimillionaire,
and every day now adds to his im
mense hoard. He Is also a banker
and Is financially interested in vari
ous enterprises. Back in the compar
—ithe vlMconpcIrt Itoonclntnrp
tively early days of his career he vas elected to me Wisconsin ws»uiuuc.
and sat in that body from 1S66 to 1S6S. In 1SS3 he was elected to congress,
retaining his seat until 1889, and in 1907 he was elected to the United States
senate to fill an unexpired term ending in 1909. It is his subsequent election
for a full term that is to be made the subject of a senatorial inquiry.
Wisconsin is one of the few states in the Union which has a stringent
corrupt practices law and it is charged that Stephenson's election to the sen
ate was a violation of this act. The Wisconsin state senate made an inves
tigation of the matter and passed a resolution asking the United States sen
ate to inquire into the circumstances.
EX-QUEEN WHO MAY VISIT US
One of the most deeply beloved ot
the royalties of Europe Is ex-Queen
Margherlta of Italy, who. It is said,
will pay a visit to the United States
in the fall. It has long been her am
bition to see the country where so
many of her race have found a home,
but even royal personages cannot
travel when they choose, and the visit
had to be postponed. It is probable
that official recognition will be taken
of her coming.
The ex-queen is a daughter of the
late Prince Ferdinando of Savoy,
duke of Genoa! When only 16 years
old she became the bride of King
Humbert, second king of United
Italy, which this year is celebrating
the fiftieth anniversary of its inde
pendence. Eleven years ago she was
left a widow owing to the assassina
tion of her husband by the Anarchist
Brescia. She is now 60 years old
and still retains much of her beauty.
Since her husband's death she has
devoted herself greatly to charity and has endeared herself to the Italians. It
was her opposition which prevented the marriage of Miss Elkins and the
duke of the Abrusxi, and her visit here will on that account be Invested with
an additional interest.
Much Sought Gem.
The gem most sought after Is the
Australian black opal, which Is found
nowhere else In the world. It ap
pears in limited quantities tn the
matrix of ironstone and sandstone in
the Lightning Ridge district of New
South Wales.
Rare Diseased Plant.
An exceedingly rare but occasional
ly found plant Is the Cattleya lHjlata
alba. It Is a diseased plant, whose ex
quisite bloom Is snow white. Proper
ly packed, orchids will stand from
forty to fifty days’ confinement and
remain In a healthy condition.
SEVEN
YEARS OF
MISERY
All Relieved by Lydia E. Pink*
ham’s Vegetable Compound.
fcikeston,Mo. — “For seven yean I
Buffered everything- I was in hed
iuur or nve days
it a time ever?
month, and so weak
I could hardly walk.
I cramped and had
backache and head
tche, and was so
aeirons and weak
that I dreaded to
see anyone or have
anyone move in the
room- The doctor;
fave me medicine to
sise me at those
nrnr-. am_i tarn taai i oug:.!, to nave an
operation. I would not listen to thab
and when a friend of my husband told
him about Lydia E. Pinkham’a Vege
table Compound and what it Lad done
for hie wife, I wa3 willing to take it.
Now I look the picture of health and
f eel like it, too. I can do my own house,
work, hoe my garden, and milk a cow.
I can entertain company and enjoy
them. I can visit when I choose, and
walk as far as any ordinary woman,
any day in the month. I wish I couii
talk toexery suf'eriugwomanandgirl.”
—Mrs. Dzjli BETirrrrE. Sikeston, Mo.
Tie most successful remedy in this
country for the cure of all forms of
female complaints is Lydia E. Pink
Lam's Vegetable Compound.
It is more widely and successfully
used than any other remedy. It has
cured thousands of women who have
been troubled with displacements, in
flammation, ulceration, fibroid tumors,
irregularities, periodic pains, backache,
that bearing down feeling, indigestion,
and nervous prostration, after all other
means had fahed. Why don’t you try it ?
HE KNOWS THEY ARE NOT.
.iirs. tjennam—tne paper tensaDoui
a man ■who stole a head of lettuce and
then went back and got another, be
ing arrested on the second trip.
Benham—111 bet you can't make that
fellow believe that two heads are bet
ter than one.
Settled Them.
“I've a sight o’ sons—thirteen alto
gether,” remarked a prosperous old
farmer, “and all of 'em's done me
credit save the three eldest, who
sowed wild oats at a pretty rapid rate,
and then came home and saddled my
shoulders with the harvest.
“Well, I own I was glad to see ’em
back, and I feasted ’em, and petted
’em. and set ’em on their legs again,
only to see ’em skedaddle off afresh
when things had slowed down, with
all the cash they could lay hands on.
“That thereabouts sickened me, so
I called the rest of ’em together and
said:
’’ ’There's ten of you left, and if any
of you ’ud like to follow t’other three
I won't try to stop you. But, under
stand this, though there may be a few
more prodigal sons, there’ll be no
more fatted calves. I’ve killed the last
of ’em!’
“And,” continued the old man. tri
umphantly, “I’ve had trouble wi* none
of ’em since!”
A Busy Place.
“Where is that spot you call the
lovers’ lane?’” diffidently asks the
young man while the young lady waits
on the hotel piazza.
“Right down yonder,” replies the
clerk. “Just keep going until you see
the porter from the barber shop
Lovers’ lane is so crowded now that
we have him stationed there to give
the guests checks, so that each may
have his turn.”—Judge's Library.
Just So.
“Why do they call a bell boy in a
lot el ‘Buttons ?' ”
"Because he’s always oft when you
leed him most. I guess.”
To The Last
Mouthful
one enjoys a bowl of
crisp, delightful
Post
Toasties
with cream or stewed
fruit—or both.
Some people make
an entire breakfast out
of this combination.
Try it I
“The Memory Lingers**
Sold by Grocers
Potfum Cereal Company, Ltd.
Battle Creek. Mich.VUs!^
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