The evening world. Newspaper, June 22, 1916, Page 14

{ az Ws STOR BADE OF W. KICK AT SPE WEDONG Only a Score of Relatives and Ghosest Friends of Bridal Couple Are Present HONEYMOON IN WEST. BAR HARBOR, Me, Tune 27 Mis Bthe Fecoh Astor and Wiliam k Thee of New York were married 4! Gt, Raviour's Ppiecopa: Church here to-day Oy Rev. A. . Larned, the rer tor, Omiy the members of the iw: families Were presen: ‘The bride wore « dark blue travel+ ling suit and « black straw hay in the day, with Mr Dick, whe attended communion service at the ureh. Afeong the cueete at the church wae Mr and Mis Willem Woree, parents of the br j selee Katharine Force, Henri + Marnickel, Mise Force's fiance; Mr ‘ @aé Mre. Henry Dick, parents of the Bridegroom; Adolph M. Dick, the bes: man; Mr. and Mrs. Horace Have meyer and Mrs. and Mra. William Miag@aland Macy, brothers-in-law and Waters of the bridegroom; ex-Justice Wlenry A. Gildersieeve and Mr. and Mrs. Adolph Molienhauer, relatives of Mr. Diek; Dr. W. C. Cushman, Miss Molen Podge, Miss Doroiny Sturges, Seth Barton French, W. Scott Pyle, Lyman N. Hine, Archibald Harrison and Victor Cushman. The only decorations in the church Were 4 few pale, two vases of white Mies on the altar and branches of @ few intimate friends At the wedding breakfast served at the Hotel De Gregoire the guests sat at one large round table, in the centre of Whigh wae a huge mound of white Miaca and pink roses. The room was Adcérated with large basketa of the mime flowers. Following the breakfast the pariy Motored to Ellsworth, 20 miles dis- tant, and there boarded a private car. Mr. aid Mre. Dick are expected to spend their three weeks’ honey- Moon in a rose-bowered cottage at ftante Barbara, + Placed at their Gepoea! by Mrs. Edwin ©. Cushman @f Kewport. An array of costly wedding gifis Wave arrived at Islecote, but no list of them has been made public, and it is not known what, if anything, hay come from Vincent Astor. The en-| @agemen: ring © Mr. Dick is an, emerald as big an a chestnut, en- @raved with an odd design and sur- Founded with diamonds, Jokm Jacob Astor 4th will stay at Ietecote with his grandmother, Mrs. Fores, during the honeymoon. Later in the summer Mr. and Mrs. Dick will @ivide their time between Islecote and Allen Winden, the Dick country place at Imtip, 1. 1. ORDERED BY SENATE) Figured at $55,000,000 Yearly— Federal Board to Gei Facts. WASHINGTON, June 22.—A Fed. | @4) trade commission investigation | isto the advancing price of anthracite | ja U. 8. A, a young law @té's adoption of Senator Hitehcock's | Harland has oa! was ordered to-day by the Ken- Fesolution, ‘There have been four wage raisos | tention and four price raises since 1900," said | Cod and livins Hiteheock., “The total wage increase | has been 45 cents «ton, The price in @tease $1.20 a ton. Thix leaves 75 @ents a ton vroft.” 7h Clone to $55,090,000 yearly.” Hitchoock’s resolution followed con- ferences with Commisrioner Hurley, ' GREECE BOWS TO ALLIES; MEETS ALL DEMANDS Quick Response to Kntente Ulti- matum—New Cabinet on Non- Political Lines. ATHENS, Greece (su London), June 22.--Greece has accepted uncon- ditiénaliy the demands made by the Batente Powers. This decision of King Constantine was communicated to the French Legation by M. Zaimis, the former Premier, to whom the formation of a new Cabinet is re- Ported to have been intrusted ‘The new Cabinet will be made up @ non-political lines, even including @ne or two adherents of former Pre- miler Venirolor, The ultimatum of the Entente ® Was delivered to the Greek nt at noon yesterday, erie Ne General Phone Sw District Attorney Swann this sfter- Woon sent a letter to Peter J. Brady, Meeretary of the Allied Printing Trades in which he stated that he did net believe he could take part in a gen- investigation of the uctivity of the ph » but that if ould be made bh with the investigation. trict Attorney further stated ff the labor organizations could § Judge to sit to hear such office would be at the dis- 7 ‘the organizations. wry by ‘Widow of Astor Who Wed W. K. Dick at Bar Harbor To-Day & a) ATOR, oo whole attention for weeks, ae eee of Love? What ’s the Value Is Woman Wise or Foolish tae sae womoma mires sive Dey Give Up Millions for It? Many Have Pone as Mrs. Astor, Sacrificing For- tunes to Win Happiness Which Did Not Always Last. By Nixota Greeley-Smith, Which shaii a woman choose -love or money? Both, of course, when she can get the But when Fate puts her hands behind he one and a heart in the other, and says, what shall a woman reply? Jacob Astor, William Karl Dick—gladly forfeiting the income of pened, $5,000,000 to wed the man of her heart, has answered. better than either or both of them. choice and Mr. Halloran has promised to make back, with @ clieck book in become Mrs. ‘The hearts of many women will echo he Every one is glad that the loveliest bride me li and youngest widow of the Titanic has found peace According to Col. Astor's will, Mrs. Madeleine Force Astor will pay the yearly income from $5,000,000 for her new-found joy. Mr. Dick is several times a millionairs so Mrs. Astor will not revert to love in a cottage and a daily diet of bread! ajioran?” But she is paying @ big price for the freedom of She is not the first woman to decide that a few millions should not have a featber’s weight in the balance of their affec- and happiness again and cheese and kisses. » nevertheless. It would be pleasant to record that the beautiful 1 | Boston surrendered a fortune }than that whiew Mrs. $< jup when she nuiliti QUIRY ON COAL PRICES lof her first husband's will by ond. f died in 1906, his last ment provided that his widow should nave the Income of £10,000 000 until | FE A | she anarried again, Profits on Anthracite Production} will provided th Asior ix wiving year for the Mrs, Mary Tudor ( | since divorced the man for whom she land Green has | “Phat Halloran finally to Harverd Unive executors Ki to adiminister million each Younk Mrs. A the most shining examples! and city love's bewildering spell the income of $2,000,000 reduced to the that she might Archibald M t, not long ago, interest ina $3 announcing, @ seeond bushi first Iusband w homestead on eo main unmarried, f¢ everything she | blushing bride won of a Vice National Bank of e- | the gitl, sharply Rey friend of min And | won't he by you.” of Westwood, arried a littl vf & messenger boy, women Wise hen we figure # production of | dauahter 000 tons this year the profit t#/ 4s for the right to love and marry a, Margaret, Don't do it. it's not suite wo The answer depends on whether you woman W you have After the Garlands had been ; 8&0 married ten years there Was a spy twcular separation, followed by terly fought divorce common-sense human being without! | confess that L think a York and tried li eh liberty in loving: is: p important of The outcome Phrough devious channels this mes ached the divorced Mrs. She was touched. nd in one way or to keep alive sage finally ri meeting between the former husband a luncheon on Mr. The ostensible ty Was to enal does not follow that te Possess it confers happine eg of an arm, posucnsion sof elena? | has, dwin Martel’s father he bad a right to do as he pleased.’ So he left his money to cha! Actually | stead of leaving it to the son be had tlo to its possessors, Axa never trained to earn a living. And, s a result of his father’s injustice, Martel ts dead broke.” and wife at these useful m 818 nota burning mpanied them mi or retrospect, money seeing once Who is also a mtl- ed to me not long ago, ple haven't tmagi rt any fun out of tall, They buck around | #0, nothing to ad- “Half the rich pe nation enough thelr wealth with no place Siwin Martel. 1 wanted to make it real ag asked his divorced wife to marry him! rets lots more fun out of | Boston was shaken to its foundations ing what he will do when and Mrs, James A ed, had been s dining together. one form of wealth which few men know anything about but which many @ woman in an possesses—the wealth of the heart, Women who love women do love a millionaires of I did not silence moved to New York and 1 permanent home here. called her Hope. t the reconciliation Was complete and permanent and that the second honey man proves | ¢ fecling he inspires iW immaterial, Whether the feeling burns up in a few months or is spread thin years of quiet happiness has no bearing on the cage, No human being He died in 1908, leaving the in ome of $10,000,000 to the woman who livorced him and whom he had sougitt bitterly to pressing his lips. “I agree. ¢ p this fob and 1 will resign my leader- ship of the Brazil expedition, It ts a bargain?” world iv filled | why the millionaires of "That is why the never before so ric forfeited should 2 AT_THE_ LEADING OO OMT V Teta MOTION PICTURE. T 01 8018/01 oh as ‘ Story No. & BEYOND RECALL The cighth of a series of separate stories dealing with the commission of crimes inviting judgment upon both actual guilt and real responsibility. (Copyrtgnt, 191 en ns by Mre Wilson Woodrow.) ARGARBT GRAEME had amazed her frienda by dropping out of the noe world for a time and returniog to it with the queer statement that mhe had been taking @ course in law People wondered what J: on the part of the pretty but strong willed girl to whom he had #0 long beon engaged ‘The Explorer'e Club, of which he months’ Preparations for this a nn Leonard would think of this freak was a member, was organizing an ox- pedition into the unpopuiated hiaterlunds of Hraai!—-an expedition which lwonard had laracly financed and which he was to lead. absence froin New York engrossed his At length all was ready and his passage was ked on a Brazil-bound steamer which was to sail at 2 A. M. on New Year's Day. In the early afternoon of New Year's Eve Laonurd calied at the Graeme houne to say goodby to Margaret, He found Margaret in the living ‘room of her father’s home, waiting |tor him with an eagerness she had | not shown towerd his visits for many j & long day. For a moment he felt conscience- | stricken at thought of going way for | a half year from a girl who seemed to love him so dearly, But Margaret's very first words undeceived him. “Congratulate me!" she exclaimed. e just had the most wonderful bit of luck. I was afraid you wouldn't cail before 1 had to go out. And T anted #0 to tell you!” What is the wonderful news?" he | anked gayly, masking his chagrin that | her greeting was so impersonal and | that she had thought of going out on this last afternoon he would be with her, “What hae happened? Have they decided to admit you to the bar | after only seven months of law study? | Or," @ shade of hope in his voloe, “Whicb hand?" | aye you decided to marry me to-day apd come to Brasil with me? miracles has hap- jut something “Neither of thor she cold him. secretary! Think of that!” “rm trying to think of it,” said iwonard in perplexity. “But tt doesn't make sense to me, Why should a well-to-do girl want to be any man’s secretary—and deprive some needy irl] of @ good job, And who is ‘Mr, “Who Is Mr. Halloran?’ she echoed, ignoring his first question. “Next you'll be asking “Who is Theodore | Roonevelt?”” or negie?” Don't you read the papers at ali? Or hae chat silly Brazil expedi- tion taken up ail your mind? Mr, joy of C jorehouse Halloran, my ineis Cushing Gre ie erage orth is the new district at- in- torney who was elected last November of and who takes office to-morrow morn- ing, And—" ‘Who is Andrew Car- "Oh!" grunted Leonard in disgust. “Well?” she snapped. “You needn't the speak of him as if he were an ashcart chose Grivel |liant crimina! lawyers in America or and the more ex- | and everybody says he will be Gover~ 4°) nor or United States senator some day. He—" He is one of the most bril- one of the most unscrupulous rrupt machine politicians in the contradicted Leonard, “And if © he rises to a higher office, he'll it in the same way and for the oH same purpose as he got the District Attorneysnip—through graft and for grote.” “You shan't speak so of him!” sald “Mr. Halloran is @ and of father's too. r him vilified, even Don't take up that sort of work, any woman. Least of all to @ 0 has been brought up as “Isn't it?" he sneered, “I suppose you have (he fossil idea that a Woman's place is in the home?” “If there is a nobler piace than the homo, 1 don't know where it is," he returned, “Buc lm not insisting that women stuy there. They have ven- tured into & thousand honorable felds of end retary to the district attorney isn't Jone of them, Certainly not for you, dear. You have no right to” avor. But the position of sec~ ‘| have # right to do as I please.” “You have not,” he denied. jo one thought “I'm not interested in your friend Bue 1 ar interposed Leonard. I'm so much interested in him that I'm going to take him on my Brazil trip as one of my assistants, It will give him work and teach him to rough it, while he is shaping his plans for tbe future, 1 mado him the offer to-day and he accepted ft, I'm to meet him at Do: ley's him hia final instructions, and he sails with me at 2 o'clock in the morning. Margaret, I've seldom asked ua favor of you. But—dear, livelihood and At 11.80 o'clock to-night to give up this silly ambition. Don't pt Halloran’s offer. You can't palize what it - "As you wish," he decided, com- rat "You're--you're joking!” she ex- claimed, utterly taken aback, m in earnest,” he corrected, 1 | ‘iim mot going to make any cuss absurd bargain as you suggest. I won't!" “Margaret!” he begwed. “Be eenai- ble. 1 ask only"—— ‘ow have no right to ask anything. You are not my master.” “Tam (he man you have promised (to marry.” “But since you aren't content with me as 1am,” she raged on, “and ince you can't appreciate my aims and hopes—why—why—here!" She stripped the engagement ring from her left hand and held it out to hie. “What do you mean?” he asked, be- wildered. “L mean that you seem to regard an engagement ring as a {etter, to make me your slave, 1 refuse to wear fetters, Take it He stood staring at her im amaze- ment. His lack of comprehension served to inorease her anger. With a childish, petulant gesture flung the ring to the floor at his fei “T am going now. You will not hear from me in any way for more than six months. But some day [ shall come back to you. And by that time sharp experience will have brought you to your sens I would have saved you from that experience if J could. I love you.” He left the room and the house without so much as a backward glance. Margaret atared after him—at first in anger; then inoredulously. Pres- ently a smile wreathed her lipa—the smile of a naughty child who wants to _be forgiven. She took an impuleive « toward , through which be had ished. Pausing, she picked up the hig tad jed ring and wed wistfully at it. “Come back!" she catted softly. But John Leonard had passed out of heari And, realizing this, Marga. ret sank into a chair, burying her face in her bands. Little by litte ber remorse merged inw entment at memory of Leonard's behavior. Then, by @heer will power, she thruet Leonard him- self from her memory. The District Attorney-slect was to dine with her father and herself. ater Halloran and she were plannt to look on at the New Year's Eve revels in one of the big restaurants. “Edwin Martel,’ Leonard bad once sald, “is a living proof that luck is the very worst thing in the world—for the fellow who hasn't got it.” And he waa right. Born and brought up to the idea that he was to inherit #® goodly fortune, Martel found him- eelf cast on the world at twenty-five, without @ dollar, without @ trade or profession or the habit of working for @ livelihood and with a set of expen- sive habits that he could no longer aratify. The chance to wo with Leonard to Brazil came to bim as a godsend. He was not only out of work and at the very end of his resources, but he was also engaged to be married. Isie Drayton, whom he had met at a dance, was probably the worst bit of ill-luck of all that had befallen Martel, She was a high-strung, ill- disciplined girl who had come to New York to study art, and tn whom the artistic temperament crowded out any natural common sense she may have had She had fallen in love with the good- looking Martel at sight, ana had de- liberately set out to make him pro- pose to her, As sh@was pretty and as he was young and lonely and sus- ceptible, she had easily suceeded in this effort Somewhat late in the evening he left his own lodgings and, suitcase in hand, et forth for the studio atreet in which Elsie Drayton lodged, Elsie’s tiny apartment was In a ramshackle building devoted to cheap ateliers and presided over by an ugly and orderly janitress, Mrs. Wiggs by name. Mrs. Wiggs, from her own quarters at the end of the hall, heard Martel's footsteps on the stairs and peered out. Seeing Edwin halt at Elsije’s door, she nodded and urned to her room She knew of the engagement and w: used to seeing Martel call at the girl's apartment. Elsie, recognizing the knock, came running to the door to admit her lover, “Oh, I'm so gind--so glad to see you!" she greeted hin, ve been crying my yes out because Iw afraid you were going to let New Year's Eve go by without coming to seome. 1 thought it meant you ware geiting tired of me I tried to get you on the telephone, but I— What's in the suit case?” she broke off her speech of welcome. “A Now Year's present for me? In-in a way a New Year's pres- ent for both of us, evaded ‘or both of Us?" sha repeated. house when wo get married?” “Not exactl bard to come to the point, ‘T mean {t represents our chance—my chance to make good ani’ “it must te a pp ou mean {t's something for the he said, finding it tty sorrowful THE EVENING WORLD, THURSDAY, JUI'E 22, 1916. he hd eh Dh a ee % WHO'S GUILTY? « Ob OD ede b Oe oeoeeee vee [AN INTERESTING SERIES OF PATHE PHOTOPLAYS Now BEING PRESENTED | HEATRES IN GREAT “ a) ‘ “ nd Waeee Tim at the end of my rem on he began. “You know thal tm out of work and @ith no chance to geten jo that will pay mem immrry malary ha Leonard has off splendid mlary and a chance advance if fii join his exped i To Brag” she gasped v We nail at clack ning = With iuck & jere in sta months me ale ered wmbaat Youre fre not in earnest he told he And it's the chance of « Hifetime its mean we ean inarry mich sooner (nan we thought we could, Parhapa as noon as get back, The salary Hut the wirl cut short lin explana tion by throwing her arms about his neok and bursting Into a spasm of tin nirolled weeping ‘You shan't go!’ she sobbed hys- ly, "You shan't doit! You vsked ine to inarty you. You made me love y And now you want to Dont be #0 absurd!" he command. ed, hia nerves raw. “You talk as if 1 were trying (o get rid of you in stead of'-—— ‘And #0 you are! You a “Em not casting you off, the exasperated man ‘You promised to marry me And now you want to desert me. I'm ing to hold you to your solemn pi ise, Ed Martel.” Mis. Wiggs, In ner cubbyhole room at the far end of the hall, paused in her preparations for bed as the sound of the te@rful, angry voice reached her. ‘The olf janttress had few amuse- Menis in life, The overhearing of a jovers’ quarrel held out chances of 4n interesting five minutes, “There is no use in keeping this w any longer,” said Martel, “We'll bot savewhat we'll be sorry for. And I don't want my absence to be marred by ugly memories like that. Since you won't understand that I'm not a cur and deserting you, I'll go now, I've barely time to meet Leonard at Dor- fey’s, as it is, I'm due there in five minutes, I've overstayed my limit here. I'm @orry it’s been such 4 scene as this. Goodby, Eleie. Try to think as kindly of me you can. He picked up the suitcase. The frantic girl suddenly lost the last declared atom of her shaky self-control. Flying at him, she seized the auitcase and tried to tear it away from him. None too gently he pulled the muit- case ay from her. She lost her balance, slipped on the polished floor and fell at full Jength. He sprang to lift her to her feet, but the haif- crazed girl thrust him from her, shrieking: Don't! You're killing me!" Wiggs, hovering near the key- caught the words, and she thrilled with excitement. Apparently this waa no mere quarrel, but a battie. “Don't be foolish, dear,” pleaded Martel in a voice too low to reach be- yond the door. ‘You are behaving like a cranky baby. It isn't worthy a grown woman. Get up and stop act- ing ao.” Somewhat roughly be drew her to her feet; then turned to go. With a flung heraeif upon the suit- As Le tugged to get It away from her the catch slipped. ‘The bag flew open and its contents were scattered broadcast. Collar: shirts, underclothes, brushes, necktis and coats sirewed the floor, At Mar- tel's feet tumbled a revolver that had been rolled up in his sweater at the bottom of the cai Elsie caught sight of the weapon. Before Martel could stoop she had seized tt and was brandishing it above her head. ‘If you don't promise not to desert ———- ghe began. ‘Drop that thing, you little idiot!” he growled, catching her wrist in both hands and, by a quick wrench, disarming her, He finished the sentence with an expressive gesture of the hand that held the revolver. Elsie misunder- stood—or affected to misunderstand —the movement. And she screamed: “Shoot me, then! Go ahead and shoot me. I've nothing to live for now.” Martel dropped the pistol into the aide pocket of his coat, Tt was an old coat—one he had donned for shipboard wear, And the pocket into which he thrust the revoiver wan a pocket into which he had once inad vertently dropped a lighted cigareti Almost the entire bottom of it wa burned out, ‘The pistol therefore slipped through and fell again to the tloor, Bu this time it landed atop a cheap little fur rug whose thickness deadened the fall, so that it was unheard by Martel through the clamor of Elsie’ raging voice. “Shoot me m she was sobbing, “I'd rather die (han kve, | swear | won't live if you leave me! { swear it!” The man looked hopelessly at the quivering girl Then his ro glance fell upon a table clock, hands pointed to 11,30—the vers nd minute he was due to meet nard at Dorley’s restaurant, a full n minutes’ walk distant, “If i don't get there on time,” he muttered, “he may think [im not coming and sail without me. | haven't a second to lose!” He caught up the suitoase and started hastily io repack it. But Elsie sprang at him again and twined her fingers in the case's handle; #0 that nothing short of painful foree could loosen her zrasp. “Let go!” he be such a baby!" “| won't let go!" she panted, di with the strain of her emotions, “I won't! And | won't let you go, either! r artel gave another despairing look Ags Clock, Then releasing his hold on the suitcase he bolted from the apariment before Elsie could stop him or so much &s guess his intent, Mrs. Wiggs, In dreaa jest the en- ertaining quarrel should degenerate into a killing, had started toward her own room to put on her slippers and go forth thence to Summon aid, Thus she wholly intssed Martel's departure. John Leonard, at a corner table in Dorley’s, looked at his watch for the tenth time. Martel was already elev- en minutes late for the appointment, “Elevent forty-one!" he murmured, “I¢ thie ig @ sample of Martel's ef. ciency I might better have picked out another assistant, He’ Through the crowd of guests Ed- win Martel thrust way tp Leon- urd’e table, leaded, “Oh, don't NEW Yok * ‘ ft Ane You ‘ 4 Leon r t to Indeed nted tha ew c ‘ od Martel aten to kill it vink «way ? eweethear! do ‘he Thhe ny me by a late won't ny harm At nay serve to muke her see things dirte ently Meant Int had gradualiy re covered from per swoon, Sitting Up. dazediy, she lo J abou cant-eved amaze Then she saw the suitcase and the scattered clothes on the floor, And all at once she re membered Tisie's dileted eves strayed from (ue suitcase to something lying on a rug Veside it Something that giinted queeriy in the lamplight. It was Ed win Martel’s revolver. As though hypnotiaed by ite glitter, she continued to start at it. Pre ently her hand went forward, almost stealthily, and her fingers’ closed around the pistol butt. Here, to her disordered mind, was the full and final solution of her problem, This was his own pistol, too this istol whose muzzle felt so gratefully oof against her fever-hot flesh. Uiwie let herself play morbidly with the idea. She knew little of firearms Rut she had heard that if a trigger were pressed hard enough—— She did not know just how hard one needed to tug, before the pistol would wo off. And, experimentally, she tlghtened her forefinger around the trigger There was @ flash—-a roar that re- verberated through the whole loose- doored apartment--a pungent smoke cloud filed the little room. Mrs. Wiggs, half dressed, heard the report. Flinging @ long cloak around ber, ohe dashed down the hall, Out- side Elsie's door she paused. No sound came from inside. Bo ebe fled down the passageway and down the stairs and out into the street. A throng of revellers were making night hideous with their racket. A peg post policeman looked oo with @ tolerant grin. Suddenly the policeman drew him- @eif up and saluted, ag a man and a woman in evening drees paused near him to watch the fan. Patrolman O’Brien had a good memory for faces. And this man witb the alender, fair- haired girl on his arm was Charles Morehouse Halloran, the new Dis- trict Attorney, who was to take office to-morrow. Mrs. Wig#s, ploughing her way, in flustered manner, through the crowd, flung herself on Patrolman O'Brien. ‘Officer!’ she squalled. ‘There's been murder done, back hera, not two minutes sin Come quick!" “Murder ?’ repeated O'Brien, “Where? Whot" “Baok at the studio butidin.” You know the place. Miss Elsie Drayton, one of our tenants. She's just been shot by Mr. Martel. He's the man who's been keepin’ company with her. They quarrelied something terrible this evenin.’ An’ just now he shot br age pio as the clock was astrikin’ 12, 1" O'Brien waited for no more. He be- gan to push a path through the jolly crowd that hemmed hiin in @o tightly. “Officer!” spoke up Halloran, at h side, “take this young lady and my self with you. It is midnight, and my official duties can begin with ‘tne first murder of the new year.” Certainly, sir,” agreed O'Rrien, conveying them slowly through the pack of people. “Come along if you like.” Five minutes later Martel entered Elsie Drayton's studio, On the tloor, under the dim-turned light, lay the body of the girl from whom he had parted a bare half hour befor Nearby gleamed the revolver. With w ory, Martel flung himself on his kneea beside the dead woman Her body was still warm, He got to his feet and stared dambly at 5 Searce knowing what he did, he picked up the revolver—and réecog- nized it as his own. Out into the hallway he reeled, with some vague idea of shouting for help. fut horror had, for a moment, stricken him dumb. Scareely had he started down the passage when he saw several people hurrying toward him from the head of the stairs. One of them Was a policeman, Martel darted baek into the room to show them the way. Turning, just inside the doorway, he faced the policeman who ha tered at his heels. The overzealous officer, anxious to show off his prow ess to the new District Attorney, eoped at Martel and grappled with him Martel, utterly taken back, Instine- tively defended himself, but a blow from the policeman's nightetick knocked him senseless. He came to himself in a station house cell, Next morning he faced a charge of murder. ‘The public agreed that Halloran be- gan his official duties as District At- torney by extremely prompt and efi- cient work in the Martel case Moreover, he was aided, most intel- ligently, by a young society woman, Miss Margaret Graeme, whom he had appointed as his personal secretary, and who, it was said, worked day and night 4n perfecting the case against Elsie Drayton's elayer, The case itself seemed clear enough. A brief review of it, sent out by the Associated Press, was printed in a Florida newspaper which later was ueed as “stuffing” for a box of supplies forwarded to an exploring expedition in the further wilderne: of Brazil, John Leonard, chancing to pick up the wad of newspaper which one of eneetneee Novelization by Mrs. Wilson Woodrow : Oem e nena OOOO T OTe ORT IONS 28 Semeeee ' fied attont The header MARTEL CONDEMNED TO DIE Slayer of Elsie Drayton Sentenced to Electric Chav ” for the murde net, Hisle Drayton, an a Martel wa 0 Mina Dray Dec, At he ca say Koodby bef Wikus ne Mine De heard the sounds of violen of the vietim's apartment Nhe heard Miss Drayton cali out terror: “Don't! You're killing me nd afterward heard ery defiant ly, ‘Shoot me! G and shoot me! Halfan hour later Mrs, Wiees, in her own room, heard a piercing scream, followed almost at once by a pistol shot Rushing out into the street to sum- mon help, she returned presently with rien, just as Martel, lin hand, was making his eas At wight of the policeman, Martel ran back into the room. O'Brien followed him and, after « farce s slo, suceseded "in over. oming the murderer, “Martel’s defense, eh, was an alibi, It is established that the shooting occurred precisely on the stroke of midnight. Martel admitted visiting Miss Drayton on that eve. ning, but declared he left her apart- ment at 1140 and did not return to until 12.10. He said he spent the in- tervening time at Dorley’s restaurant with John Leonard and that he was king hia leave of Leonard as the clock struck twelve, Mr. Leonard sailed for Brasil at two in the morning, before Martel recovered consciousness after hin tussle with the policeman. All ef- forts, by the prisoner’s attorneys, to jocate Mr, Leonard have fatled, as ‘he i# in the ‘hinterland,’ beyond the Teach of telegraph. “It ie needless to say, no credence waa placed in Martel’s remarkable alibi; since all evidence points to the fact that he did not leave Miss Dray- ton’s apartment from the moment ne firet entered it until he attempted to escape after the murder was commit- ted. The revolver with which the pres was Logo libiiene Martel's name carved on the butt. “Creat credit is due to District At- torney C. M. Halloran for bie brilliant handling of the case, and to hte Pretty secretary, Miss Margaret Graeme, for her really noteworthy ald im building up the impregnable struc- ture of evidence against the accused.” John Leonard read the article with eyes abuige. He looked again et the date, then groaned aloud. An hour later he wae on his way to the nearegt town that had a@ telegraph office and thence, post haste, to the coast. 8) 6) 8 ee be as Margaret Graeme sat in the Ifprary of her father's house. A book lay on her lap. But she was not reading ‘Che last few months had put prema- ture lines into her face, and there wea @ new look of snelancholy, almost of terror, in her eyes. And thus John Leonard, on his way uptown from the ship, found her. She Tone to greet him as he entered the room, But he paid no heed to her tumidly outstretched hand or to her deprecating smile of welcome, His first curt words were: “I am too la My cablegram waa delayed somehow in Brazil. The o erator went on a spree, | muppose, | tind it never reached the District At- torney until this morning, 1 heard, by wireless, yesterday of kdwin Ma tel’s execution.” Von't!" #he shuddered. “Oh, lt me forget it.” “Forget it? he sald raspingly, “Forget that you helped send an iniuo- ent man to his death? You will pa Jucky if er you can forget it, Or perhaps,” he ‘sneered, “independent womanhood and a publie ‘career’ (ace no account of such trifles as a Judioval murder. “Don't,” she sald again, Imploringly. “Oh, Join, do you suppose you can make me feel worse than Ido? When he Was sentenced he turned tow me and looked me [ull in the e And his look went through me white-hot iron, All at once | knew, whatever the evidence against him: that Edwin Martel was innocent, [ went to the District Attorney. { begged him—on my knees 1 begged him—to get Martel a reprieve until you could be heard from, Mr, H ran just lnughed at my plea : ‘Reprieve and such legal de for rich men, Not for poor ¢ who haven't cash or influence, If 4 wasn't for an occasional poor man wught in its meshes the law would never have @ fair chance and I'd ne make a record.’ 1 resigned my seer taryship that very minute and cama back how Rut 1 can never undo what I have done,” “Never,” coldly assented leonard. Oh, John!" she wopt, “1 have sinned! 1 6 sinned horribly. But I've paid tears, in an- Is there no for- Can you never take mo nd give me another chance? Vi spend my whole life, trying to ’ t Like granite his face was set, as he gazed coldly down into her imploring Then—between him and the woman who so vainly entreated his forgiveness and love—a shadow seemed to flit. The shadow of Edwin Martel, And the siadowy lps seemed, to Leonard's excited fancy, to mur: mur “Forgive as you hope to be forgiven Tf 1 can forgive her, cannot you?” Involuntarily, Leonard's sternly fold ed arms opened. And the girl he loved crept weeping into their tender she ter (End of Eighth Story.) THE NINTH EPISODE IN THE SERIAL “WHO’S GUILTY” Will Be Published THURSDAY, June 29 -<e