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you?" he gasped. "You was going
to be married to Mr. Bentwick'"
"Yes," answered Ethel. "But you
must not talk. The doctor will be
here in a few minutes and you must
keep quiet and not exert yourself."
"I will talk," the man burst out
wl sudden vehemence. "My name's
Goodnow. Mean anything to you?"
he added savagely. And a paroxysm
of pain racked him.
"If you are Goodnow you will tell
the truth about Kemp before you
die," said Ethel quietly.
"Aye, I'll tell you," answered the
man. "I know I'm going to croak,
and I don't want Kemp to be touched
off now that it won't do any good to
me. Kemp said he was with me all
the evening of the murder, but that's
a lie. He wasn't."
"He wasn't!" cried Ethel in de
spair. "No. But he thought he was," said
Goodnow. "We'd been having a few
glasses together, and Kemp fell
asleep in the chair. Then I put on his
hat and overcoat and went and done
"What did you do?" asked Ethel,
striving to regain her self-composure.
"Croaked him the man what
Kemp is supposed to have croaked,"
grunted Goodnow savagely.
"You killed him?"
"Yes. He was trying to blackmail
the pair of us about a job we pulled
off in Philadelphia last year. The
police suspected Kemp had had a
hand in it, but they didn't suspect me.
So I croaked him, and I left Kemp's
cap beside the body, and when I got
back I woke Kemp up, and nobody
knowed I'd left the house, least of
He groaned and tried to continue,
but suddenly a fearful paroxysm of
pain racked his body, and he drifted
into the last unconsciousness.
Ethel looked round herein a daze,
trying to collect her thoughts. -A by
stander touched her on the arm. She
looked up into the face of a respect
able laboring man. ,
f "I heard everv word he said. Miss."
said the fellow. "And we must get
that confession before the governor
"Yes," exclaimed Ethel, eagerly.
"You must come with me. There is
not a minute to lose."
Half an hour later they sat side by;?
side aboard the train bound for ther
capital. And, just about the timeif
when Ethel should have been withfj
Harry before the minister, they were
being ushered into the governor's of
He heard Ethel's evidence grave
ly enough, and that of her tiompan
ion, but when they had finished
speaking there was a faint smile up
on his face.
"I shall grant a respite pending a
full examination of this matter," he
said. "But now, let me ask you a
question. Did you not come here at
a considerable personal sacrifice this
"Yes. I was to have been mar
ried," answered Ethel. "But Harry
will understand. Now .may I ask you
how you know about this?"
"O, it is my duty to know all sorts
of things," the governdr answered.
"Come with me a moment, if you will
be so kind.'V''
He led ttfe girl into a private room
behind his table, writing, was--Har-ry!
And in" a moment they w'ere in
each other's arms.
"Harry!" exclaimed the girl, rap
turously. "H6w did you come here?"
"I had what I thought was satis
factory evidence to induce the gov-i
ernor to order a respite," he an
swered. "I came up at once on the
early train, and, while I was heretho
report came that Goodnow had con-
fessed. And then you sent in your
card, and the governor asked me to
wait while he heard your statement
To think that it should have been
you! Why, I was on pins and neediest
for fear you wouldn't understand my
coming here on such a day as this."
"But I trusted you to understand