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CHAPTER XVIII—(Continued.) “fe was always immensely popular. The news of bis confession came like a thunderelap on us all. But lately his manner has been very moody. - since his return home, after an nee of twe years, he has not been s old self in my opinion.” “Love affair, | suppose?” “He is supposed to have been much aitached to Lady Ellingham before she married. Curious to say, he was actually foreman of the jury at the on the body of the woman that Every one present no- angely he behaved and how inexplicably upset he seemed “Really! How extraordinary! TI never heard of anything more ghastly strange. It is a good thing that he rength of mind to come forward s, rather than see the guilt othe rman.” said Dr. Bennett, briefly. But the whole crime seems so inex- le,” he added, a moment later. poor woman doubtless only i money for the maintenance of eif and child. Immediately after yuest he made arrangements for i to be well cared for. I'm glad did that.” It’s the only redeeming feature in But let us hope he won't be inqu he murdered. ticed how hac and confe fixed on plic The the ch the case. ecuted.” s, indeed! 1 don’t like to think 1 whom I have always regard- end being hung. But I much hf life will be spared. There a abroad that he murdered old Searle, the woman’s father, too. “In that case none will interest s on his behalf.” conversation returned to Sir id his illness, and the two continued to discuss the case until the station was reached. it was seven o’clock when Dr. Ben- nett drove through the town home- wards. joctors seen the excited before had he so crowded with sroups of men and women. it is only too evident that every has heard that Erskine has con- essed to be the murderer,” he said to “T suppose I ought not to but I ean’t help doing so. I wonder what his feel- the present moment? how some men wreck ver indeed rn liv Dr. Bennett have visited the I s cell at that identical instant he would have looked with surprise on calm, resigned face of the erer. He was lying qui- soner’: he pale supposed m on his pallet, his hends clasped tinder his d. There was nothing of strong emotion in his at- w closed and he dreamily. 4 re a hang what the law is concerning living and dying,” was the burden of his thoughts. “Our lives ure our Own to Swear away for a good cause if we like, and what better cause can a fellow nt to die for than the woman he loves?, If I were not so sat- factorily minus all worldly responsi- viliiies I should not be able to do it. I ouldn’t if the mater and the pater vere alive. Thank heaven they are for Hilc sake. | wonder, though, of an ordeal is before me at strate’s hearing to-morrow?” fe asked himself the question quite calmly, but the next day, when the moment of facing that ordeal came, he alm man no longer: The groans *s of “Shame! shame!” from | he crowd waiting outside the court house caused him to reel mentally. In- he was asking himself how to 1il these moments of degradation, jo negative all unnecessary me ments of painful strain. He yearned to be carried along by a quick current ndicative ide i W thinkin 3 eyes I don’t ¢: what kit of events, yearned to be able to find himself a arrived at the final stage of his arned to know the verdict—his ! Fervently he lioped that Mr. Streeter would not be j present at this first hearing, and that nothing would interfere with his deter- mination to a&k for the case to be sent | for trial But his hopes were misplaced. Mr. j Streeter was awaiting him at the court house, and had arranged to see his at in a private room. “This most incomprehensible,” said the lawyer, as he shook hands. “A mistake, of course, on your part —gave yourself up in a freak of—of—” Nothing of the kind,” broke in Guy, quickly. “I gave myself up deliberate- ly, as Margaret Williams’ murderer, and all I want you to do is to hurry cn the trial. I want the thing finished and done with.” Mr. Streeter gazed with absolute as- tonishment at Guy, and decided that he must certainly be suffering from temporary insanity; then said: “You should have consulted me, Mr. 1e, before placing yourself in so Why did you clier is E jeopardizing a position. pot consult me?” “I knew that your advice would be. ‘Don’t do it.” And so long as the crime was not going to be placed on anoth- er’s shoulders I was willing to play a waiting and watching game. Now that FALSELY << << CONDEMNED Mrs. E. Bagot Harte. I have taken the plunge I want to find myself judged and done for as quickly as possibie.” ‘ “Yet you want to be defended?” “Certainly. Naturally I don’t want to be hung. You wouldn't, if you were in my place.” Mr. Streeter shuddered and turned cold to the finger tips. “Indeed, no!” he / gasped, with unprofessional warmth. “Now, what I am anxious for you to ask for is no adjournment and a com- mittal straight off.” “But tell me, Mr. Erskine, what de- gree of connection existed between you and this woman? Was she your wife?” “Emphatically, no!” “Was she—” “Don’t ask unnecessary questions,” sharply interrupted Guy. “She wanted maintenance, then, for herself and child, and you refused it?” “Look here, Mr. Streeter, I absolute- ly decline to tell the whole ghastly tale to any living mortal. The bare confession that I am guilty of the crime will have to suffice. As for de- tails, do you suppose that I am going to provide them to satisfy the curios- ity of the crowd that hooted and yelled at me just now? Not I! I’m one of those fellows who abhor dragged-out miseries, and I’m not going to provide means for dragging out my own trial.” “But if you don’t give me informa- tion on which to build up a defense, what chance have I of being able to brief counsel successfully?” “I thought a clever barrister could build up a defense of anything, practi- cally.” “But in your case the requisite ‘any- thing’ does not exist. You absolutely ask me to build up a defense on a bare statement of guilt. Impossible! Preposterous!” “T won't deviate from my determina- tion.” “But cannot you tell me what degree of provocation you had? If—”’ “Case just being called!” exclaimed a constable, hurrying in. CHAPTER XIX. A week had passed—flashed by with lightning-like rapidity, it seemed to Hilda, whose days and nights were spent at the side of her delirious hus- band. Sometimes he was seeking in imagination to escape from the hor- rors of arrest. Sometimes his burning lips were hurling fierce imprecations at a woman; some excited words, ut- tered in a hard, cruel voice, forced upon his awe-stricken wife the knowl- edge that he was in imagination the perpetrator of some ghastly tragedy. At those moments the terrible belief that the police had been rightly di- rected when they arrested him took possession of her distracted mind. But if they were rightly directed, how was it that they had so quickly vacated the work of watching this man, whose life trembled in the balance? How was it that Guy had accomplished the wel- come feat of their removal? She yearned to see hi mand to ask him, but she had not the courage to risk an in- terview, and thought it unwise to write a letter. Newspapers she never opened, and the well-trained servants were the last people to volunteer in- formation respecting the denouement of their master’s arrest; and she her- self shrank from asking any leading questions on the subject. For’ if she were not certain of her husband’s innocence how could she persevere in the divine work of nurs- ing him back to life? Still more diffi- cult would it be to depute it to strang- ers—women whose sense of curiosity would be kindled by the terrors that were ever surging uppermost in the patient’s mind. Her only course was to keep the raging anxiety of her own thoughts well reigned in, work and live from day to day, neither speaking nor thinking of the future. Splendid resolutions, these, easily acted up to by the mentally strong and calm; but to the weary, harassed woman, how hard! There were even dark moments when she yearned that God in his mercy would intervene and cause the ceaseless movements of the unhappy patient to end in the tranquility of death. i But the next moment she hated her- self for these thoughts, despised her- self for them, and threw herself with even greater vigor into the self-sacri- ficing work of tending him. F Did he know her? Did he appreci- ate her assiduous care? Or did he re- sent her loving kindness? Again these were questions that she had not the courage to answer. Meanwhile, hours and days were growing into weeks. Weeks? And each week was carry- ing Guy Erskine seven days nearer his trial and possible condemnation to death! Well did he realize now that this might be his fate—realized it and the terrors of it, and yet dared him- self to swerve from the path that lay before him. “I will go ahead unflinchingly until the end for Hilda’s sake!” he-said to himself just five days before his trial. “and most likely I shall be no more nonth!”” ed,|* SHE I’m not going to let my thoughts run ahead in this depressing manner.) I'm committed to stand my trial, and I'll stand it. If I were to show the white feather now, I don’t know who would despise me most—other people or my- self! I walked into the hands of the police with my eyes open and counting the cost—ah, by Jove, though, I didn’t count the cost quite fully! I had ho idea how hard it would be to carry through to the end. I was intoxicated with my love for Hilda. I was myself, strong of purpose and unflinching, yet not myself. But it is one thing to rush on when excitement is at fever point, and to die or save the woman one loves before that excitement has evap- orated; but it is a totally different thing to sit here, in this small, wretch- ed cell, a common prisoner, day after day, waiting and waiting. The one thing that I would have given a good deal not to do is wrecking Reggie’s life. But he went a long way on the road himself ‘that evening when ke brought back Ellingham’s gory pen- knife, and jumped to the conclusion that it was mine—by Jove, he did! There’s no doubt that he laid the foun- dation stone of my claiming to have committed the crime. And my love for Hilda quickly completed matters.” He sprang to his feet and began hastily pacins the cell. “To think that I shall never see her face again!” he said, sharply and ex- citedly. “To think that a murderer will have the joy of her sweet companion- shhip whilst I am herded with crimin- als, or worse—hung! Am I a fool to have saved her happiness at this awful price? Yes, I believe I am an idiot, a perfect idiot! How doI know that the police are not in full possession of the fact that Ellingham was Margaret’s husband? If they are, and Hilda is branded with the infamy of her true position, there’s not a person on earth who would do so much to negative her unhappiness as I would. And of what use shall.I be as a criminal—or dead” “And what will Ellingham do? Only that which will suit his own infamous selfishness, What reliance can be placed on a murderer? He said that he murdered the woman for Hilda’s sake—but not half so much for her sake as for his own, I expect! Oh, why was I such a fool as not to see his conduct in the proper light before? Shall I go back from my statement— confess the lying part that I have played?” The last questions burst from his lips in a voice of agony. : He was quivering with emotion and his harrassed eyes gleamed with sud- den hope, but only for a second. “What, brand myself as the biggest liar and fool that ever lived?” he thought. “Not I! I should be the laughing stock of half the world and the scorn of the other half. No! I'll be consistent. I’ll go through it to the end. How I wish I could pass the in- tervening days before my trial with my powers of thinking deadened.” But as day succeeded day those powers of thinking were destined to grow keener and keener, and his abil- ity to argue himself into believing that his life’s sacrifice would avail nothing grew more and more cruelly vivid. Restless, tortured with ceaseless re- grets, he lived through those interven- ing five days, suffering mentally to a degree that has never been exceeded by mortal. Then came the final, awful day be- fore the trial—the twenty-four hours when the horrors of vacillation held their sway over his mind, bringing with them moments during which his reason trembled in the balance. Twice Mr. Streeter asked to see him; both.times he was refused. (To Be Continued.) PRICELESS DIAMOND BY MAIL. Cullinane Stone Sent From South Af- rica by the Post. Everybody likes a diamond story, and the history of the famous Culli- nane diamond is going the rounds. Some months ago the world was as- tounded by the finding of the stone, and it has convinced experts that the South African mines have yet in store many whose weight may be expressed in pounds troy and not in carats. It is not generally known how this stone was sent to England. Just as the mail for Europe was being closed at the Johannesburg postoffice an ordi- nary-looking packet, addressed to a firm in Hatton Gardens, London, was handed in at the window to be regis- tered. It weighed a little aver a pound, so the charge of a penny a half ounce and two pence extra for registering was paid, and the packet was stamped sealed, and thrown into the bag along with other registered parcels for the mail boat. Nobody knew, apart from the postoffice authorities, that the or- dinary-looking little bundle had been insured for $2,500,000. Not one of the clerks or officials dreamed they were handling what was literally worth a king’s ransom.—Boston Herald. All He Knew. ‘What do you think of this talk about evolution?” some one asked Brother Dickey. “Eva—who?” “Evolution?” a “Whar do he live at?” $F When the thing was explained to him, brother Dickey said: “I dunno nuttin’ ’tall bout Aim. De only thing in de roun’ worl’ dat I knows fer sartin is—heaven is high, en hell is hot.”—Atlanta Constitution. Probability vs. Possibility. “Hello, old boy. Can you loan me five dollors?” » “Yes” “Thank you.” “But I won’t.”—Dallas News. low of a gallant naval officer, who lost — Mother of ‘Olympia’s Captain In the Land Office. There are some fine old women in the service of the federal government, and not the least of them is Mrs. Ann Gridley, a clerk in the land office at Washington. A short time ago she celebrated the eightieth anniversary of her birth. Mrs. Gridley is the wid- his life in the fight between the Moni- tor and the Merrimac. Her son was that brave captain of the Olympic who figured in the battle of Manila. For forty years Mrs. Gridley has worked faithfully at her desk, never missing a day from her duties. She is always an honored guest in Admiral Dewey’s home on Manila day, May 1, and for two years she has been escorted to the banquet by the admiral himself. Mrs. Gridley scorns the idea of old-age pen- sions, and says she will keep on work- ing until she reaches the century mark. The death of her grandson two years ago saddened the old woman more than any of her previous trou- bles, but she has brightened up, and on her recent anniversary she held a levee.—New York Press. we) (aca ks Prepared for the Fray. “Good gracious, old man,” exclaimed Ascum, “what sort of a suit is that?” ‘“This,” replied Dingley, who was attired in a combination of football, golf and riding clothes, “is what you might call a suit for damages. I’m go- ing up to ask old Roxley for his daugh- ter.”—Philadelphia Press. Perish the thought. Edwin—Yes, I was forced to wear a pair of $3 pants. ‘ Ferdy—Trousers, you mean. « Edwin—Not at $3, deah boy.—Pitts- burg Post. : A New Being. Shephard, Ill., Jan. 8th (Special)— Mrs. Sarah E. Rowe, who is residing here, says she feels like “A New Be- ing,” although she is in her fifty-sev- enth year. Why? because she has taken Dodd’s Kidney Pills, that well known medicine that has put new life into old bodies, and has come as a God-send into homes of sorrow and suffering. She says:— “No one knows what awful torture I suffered with Rheumatism and Kid- ney Trouble, until I got cured by Dodd’s Kidney Pills. This grand rem- edy drove the Rheumatism out of my body, nothing else ever did me any good. Dodd’s Kidney Pills are worth one hundred times their price, for they have made me, though I am fifty- seven years old, a new being. I am in better shape now than I have been for many years and I owe it all to Dodd’s Kidney Pills.” An Awkward Error. An American at Gibraltar entertain- ed Charles Dana Gibson at dinner in the late fall at the Bristol. When Mr. Gibson rose to reply to a toast he was a little embarrassed. “I have not the gift of oratory,” he be- gan, “and that is awkward. Indeed, to be deficient in anything is awk- watd, isn't it? It is especially awk- wardt o be deaf. “At a dinner at Dark Harbor last summer a deaf old man sat beside a young and beautiful girl. “ Do you like bananas?’ this girl said to the old man, during the first course, in a loud, sweet voice. He, however, misunderstood her in his deafness.. He thought she had said ‘pajamas,’ and he replied: “ ‘No, I like the old-fashioned night- shirts best.’ ” Permission Granted. The following incident is related of Nat Goodwin, the actor. Not long ago Goodwin was standing on the corner of Broadway and Thirty-fourth street, where three car lines converge, when a seedy-looking individual, apparently from the country, approached him questioningly. ; “I want to go to the Brooklyn bridge,” he said, looking in perplexity at the cars rushing in six different di- rections. “Very well,” said Goodwin, severe- ly, “you can go this time, but never ask me again.”—Harper’s Weekly. INCIPIENT CONSUMPTION. How Food Headed Off the Insidious Disease. The happy wife of a good old-fash: ioned Michigan farmer says: “In the spring of 1902 I was taken sick—a general breaking down, as it were. I was excessively nervous, could not sleep well at night, my food seemed to do me no good, and I was so weak I could scarcely walk across the room. “The doctor said my condition was due to overwork and close confine: ment and that he very much feared that consumption would set in. For several months I took one kind of medicine after another, but with no good effect—in fact, I seemed to grow worse. “Then I determined to quit all medi- cines, give up coffee and see what Grape-Nuts food would do for me. I began to eat Grape-Nuts with sugar and cream and bread and butter three! times a day. “The effect was surprising.! I be gan to gain flesh and strength forth-! with, my nerves quieted down and grew normally steady and sound, sweet sleep came back to me. In six weeks’ time I discharged the hired girl and commenced to do my own housework for a family of six. This was two years ago, and I am doing it still and enjoy it.” Name given by Postum Co., Battle Creek, Mich. There’s a reason. Read the little pook, “The Road to Wellville,” in pkgs. __ Butter Bacteria. Until recently it was not recognized that bacteria played a very serious role in the dairy industry. Our butter flavors are due entirely to the develop- ment of bacteria. There is not one kind of bacteria in a lot of butter, but many kinds. These kinds differ in stage of multiplication. It so happens that one kind of bacteria may be in butter one day in very large numbers, while a week after another kind may have increased so much more rapidly than the first that the flavor of the butter seems to be entirely changed. This has been a source of much trouble to judges of butter. They have found that butter scored high two days after having been scored low a month from that time, even when kept in cold storage, while some other kind of butter that appeared to be poor at the time it was made de- veloped a rich flavor a month after being stored. It is generally believed that butter made from perfectly clean milk develops better bacteria than that butter made from milk that is not clean, The question is therefore one con- cerning the material out of which butter is manufactured. The matter of butter bacteria is such a serious one, much effort is being made to iso- late the different kinds of bacteria, with the idea of propagating the best kind. Also some effort has been made to discover new and strange kinds of bacteria. One variety that was dis- covered in South America was brought to the United States and placed in the hands of Professor Conn of the Connecticut experiment station. This was named B4i and was soon sold commercially on the American mar- ket. This bacteria was propagated by putting it into milk that had been sterilized and all germs killed. in a very short time a few hundred bac- teria placed in a can of sterile milk would produce 1,000,000. The | milk was placed in bottles, sealed air tight and sold to people. The sale has now been going on for many years, and the creamery men in all parts of the country use B41. Butter bacteria are, however, produced numerously in clean milk. Keeping out dirt keeps out the undesirable varieties. Bran. One of the standard foods for dairy cows is bran. Bran is used as a standard for regula the price of nearly all of the dairy foods upon the market. Bran carries about 15 per cent of protein, which makes it an exceedingly valuable feed. The men that sell gluten feed always regulate the price of their feed by the price of bran, figuring both upon the pro- tein content. The high protein con- tent of bran has made it the most general concentrated food throughout the dairy world. The American farm- er will do well to use as much bran 4s possible. If he feeds corn stalks he must balance up the high starchy con- tent of the corn stalks with bran. If he feeds corn whole he must do the same thing. The same is true of nearly every farm product that is fed to the cews in the winter season, with the exception of clover hay and alfal- fa. We have frequently heard Profes- sor Henry of the Wisconsin station de- clare that it is an absurd thing for the American farmer living in Wis- consin and Illinois to permit the bran from the Minneapolis flouring mills to be shipped past their doors to Chi- cago and New York and sent to Den- mark to be made into butter to com- pete with the American butter in the English market. If the Danish farmer can pay the cost of transporting bran for fifteen hundred miles over land and 3,000 miles over the water and make butter, it certainly will pay the American farmer living in the midst of the wheat fields to buy the bran from their own wheat and feed it to their own cows. Don’t Rush Milking. On the American farm there is al- ways a tendency to rush things. The American farmer generally lays out for himself a very large amount of work and then is in great haste to get through with it. Too often when the milker goes into the stable he has the same nervous haste that has been spurring him on in the ‘doing of the other farm work. Nothing interferes | more with the milk-giving of the cow than this nervousness. The big milker especially is almost always a nervous animal. This is especially true of the Jersey and the Guernsey. We have seen cows refuse to give any milk when a nervous milker sat down with a milk pail. Some cows have to be treated with a great deal of care to induce them to give down their milk. The milker should always be calm and quiet when he begins milking. He should assume that many cows will not stand the work of a rapid and ex- cited milker. Making Ice Cream. Many farmers living within a few miles of the city have of recent years taken to disposing of their cream by making ice cream out of it. Using the pure cream for ice cream, they are soon able to establish a reputa- tion with the hotels and restaurants, who will take their cream as long as they continue to furnish the pure ar- ticle. The farmer that intends to sell his ercam in this form needs an ice house filled with ice to be used throughout the season. Cherrles are very profitable in the central West. Pty (OER: Lhe wonderful growth of Calumet Baking Powder is due to its moderate price and the fact that food prepared from it is free from Rochelle Salts, Alum or any injurious substance. All grocers are authorized to guarantee this. He Did Not Stand Corrected. The other day the head of a board- ing school noticed one of the b ing his knife on the table cioth, and pounced on him at once “Is that the way you do at home?” he asked, indignantly. “Oh, no,” answered the boy, quickly, we have clean knives. ippincott’s Magazine. Coeducation. A well-known university professor has a dilemma in which he is wont to entrap advocates of coeducation. “If you lecture to twenty boys < twenty me room,” asks, “will the boys attend to the lec ture or to the gir “Of course the coeducationi consistent, must s ten to the lectur: “Well, if they do,” replies the dean, “they are not worth lecturing to.”— WOMEN WHO SUFFER Dr. Williams’ ink Pills the Ona Remedy Particularly Suited For Feminine Ils. To women who suffer Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills are worth their weight in gold. At special periods a woman needs medicine to regulate her blood supply or her life will be a round of pain and suf- fering. Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills are absolutely the finest medicine that ever & woman took. They actually make uew blood. They are good for men too —but they are good in a special way for women. “It was three years ago last spring that my health failed me,” says Mrs Arthur Conklin, of No. 5 Coldwater street, Battle Creek, Mich. ‘I suffered from leucorrheea and other troubles that, I presume, were caused by the wealmess it produced. I had sinking spells, nervous headaches, was weak and exhausted all the time and looked like a walking skeleton. **My back and limbs would ache al- most continually and there were daya when I was absolutely helpless from sick headache. I tried one doctor after another but cannot say that they helped me at all. My liver was sluggish and I was troubled some with constipation. ** One day a physician who has now retired from practice met my husband on the street and inquired about my health. He advised my husband to get some of Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills for me, said they were a good medicine, better for my trouble than he could put up. 1 tried them, improved steadily and soon was entirely cured. As soon as the leucorrhoea was cured the headaches and other pains stopped. Iam entirely well now but intend to continue to use Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills as a spriug tonic.” The genuine Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills are sold by all druggists and by the Dr. Williams Medicine Company, Scheneo- tady, N. Y. The Colonel’s Joke. > “In Kentucky, suh,” said the face- tious colonel, “every child is born with a waterproof coat.” “What?” demanded the tourist, “a waterproof coat?” “On his stomach, suh, on his stom- ach.”—Philadelphia Press. PATENTS. - List of Patents Issued Last Week to Northwestern Inventors. Reported by Lothrop & Johnson, patent lawyers, 911-912 Pioneer Press building, St. Paul, Minn. Charles Ad- sit, Owatonna, Minn., cushioned tire; Charles Bach, Brooks, Minn., horse de- tacher; Theodore Brown, Northfieia, Minn., building block; Peter Lewitz, Minneapolis, Minn., weighing scale; Jurgen Tanck, Pipestone, Minn., can- vas tightener; Edward Thiem, St. Paul, Minn, making grease cups; George Warren, St. Paul, Minn., rail- way car brake beam. At the Kindergarten. Teacher—Yes, Bobby, C stands for cat. Now, what does D stand for? Bobby—What pa says to the cat. To feed ‘ on the faults of others is to 4 starve to death.