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pi lK it U' at&n .. «l||? I had boon Jessica's sole tibb I thought The news that t|p l™ tlio bishop, with the gJt'.jjU man she suspected, was speeding toward her—to pass the vor.v town wherein Hugh stood for his life—seemed a prearrange uient of eternal justice. When the tele gram reached her she had already gone by Twin Peaks. To proceed would be to pass the coming train. At a farther station, however, she was able to lake a night train back, arriving\igain at Twin Peaks in the gray dawn of the next morning. When the traiu for which she waited came in, the curtained car at its oml, she'did not wait for the bishop to lind her oil the platform, but stepped aboard am': made her way slowly back. It started again as she threaded the last Pullman, to iiud the bishop on its rear platform pecring^out anxiously at the rec-iding siatiou. lie took both her hands and draw her Into the empty drawing room, lie was startled at her pallor., "I kuow," he said pityingly. 4,I have heard." She wiuced. "Does Aniston know?" ,4l"es," lie answered. "Yesterday's newspapers told It." She put her hand on his arm. "Can you guess why 1 was coming liomeV" she asked. "It was to tell Harry San derson! 1 know of the lire," she went oil quickly, "and of his injury. 1 can guess you want Jo spare him strain or excitement, but I must tell him!'' lie reflected a momeut. lie thought he guessed what was iu her mind. If there was any one who had ever had an intluence over Hugh for good it was Hurry Sanderson. He himself, he thought, had none. Perhaps, remem bering their old comradeship, she was 3o: iving now to have this inllucnco ox er! to bring Hush to a better mind, thinking of his eternal welfare, of his mii'-iiig Ids peace with his Maker. "Very well," he said. "Come," and led the way into the car. •Jessica followed, her hands clinched tlt'atly. She yaw the couch, the profile on Us cushions turned^towr-rd tlie win dow where forest and stream slipped t—a face curiously like Hugh's! Y'.'t it was difrerent,_laekiiiL? the other's strength, even its refinement. And tlvs man had molded Hugh! These v.* cue thoughts lost themselves in st ntlv in the momentous surmise that her imagination. The bishop put on* his hand and touched the relaxed nr i. he trepidation that darted into the Klaged face an it turned upon the isli figure, the frosty fear that ached the haggard countenance, Ilugh'P surprise mi dread. It 5 she, and s!io knew t!n» real Harry iderson was in Smoky Mountain. I she heard of the chnpQl fire, ssed .the imposture a:ul come to ouuee hiM, the*guilty hur.hnnd she such to liafe? The fvitch hmK-* !$*{»«?']. "Je?r»:?n!" said honr':».\ ".yhteper. Inrry," hwId the bishop, 'Je'-ica is in at trouble." -Sbf* hn?..'co'nc v.'iih sad fir vs. i'.- yo'U' ose niniv*. is in. a ten:- :.ie po3ilin». J^-in ivii rf kent .si-iiL Jis ''uu Jvi x* i. rotu »e 1 Pjgiu.| ir I 11 t' ify], 1J I it ct l.im. he I ug.i OHWKUK he I locked at her in r»ui ii (he *i —l'u» I' Uit and I e.' own wv .:ud believed In he.* hi I] 3plk.» of science:, :e love* hi d! .ugh'q A lifted. w:i --«r:d an i: Rt it befoiv' liis bvow. ay li. v, inuoe t? "1 timi't— mders-UnuV hi said liof.-.v cly. v/i.le eyes fan cued h! n? though seaieh his secret soul *S will tell it all," she ai i. "(hen you v. uuder.^a.ul." The bi .hop drew a c: ir .close, but her gaze did not »'er from the face on the cushions— i\ fjtce which she must read! .s she told the broken tale the car ••:-v 3 still, save for the labored, irreg orenthing of tlie prostrate man a the niui'led roar that penetrated wallff, a mulUtudinm-, elfin uia. 'You sco." she ended, "ihat is why 1 li :ow lie is innocent. You cannot" Hugh's "y cannot doubi it, enn vouV" Hugh's tongue \\*et his parched lips. A tremor van through him. lie did not an swer. Je iea started to her feet. Self possession \v a Jailing from her. hhe was lighting to seize the vital knowledge that evaded her. She held out her hand. In the palm lay a small emblem'1 don fl ^dcretand.'- of gold. "Ily this cross," she cried with des perate earnestness, "i asi you for the truth. It is Ids life or death—Hugh's life or death! He did not kill Dr. Mo reau. Who did':" Hugh had shrunk back on the couch, i.is face ghastly. "I know uothing— nothing!" he stammered. "Do not ask me!" The bishop had risen in alarm. He thought her hysterical. "Jessica! Jes sica4." lie exclaimed, lie threw his I'm about her and led her from the couch. "You don't know what you aiv Kijmg. You are beside yourself." lie forced her into the drawing room and ado her Fit down. She was tense j(l quivering. The cross fell fr»m her I and, and lie stooped and picked it up. •Try to calm yourself." he an Id, "to think of other things for a few mo tnents. This little cross—I wonder how yen come to have it? I gave it to Sanderson h'.st May to commemorate 1 ordination.'' He twisted it open. .jee, here Is the date. May 28. That Aas the day I gave It to hiui," £he gave a juick jjasp, and the la_st jt mm. Anderson By HALLIE ERMINIE RIVES. Author of "Hearts Courageous," Etc. COPYRIGHT, 1908, THE BOBBS MERRILL COMPANY Chapter 30 fetaud face to face with Harry. Snnderson tbut i? vestige" of color "faded from" her cheek. She looked at him in a stricken way. "Last May!" she said faintly. Harry Sanderson had been in Anistoh, then, on the'day Dr. Moreau had been mur dered. Her house of cards fbll. She had been mistaken! She leaned her head back against the cushion and closed her eyes. Presently she felt a cold glass touch her lips. "Here 4s some water," the bishop's voice said. "You are better, are you not? Poor child! You have been through a terrible strain. I would give the world to help you If I could." He left her, and she sat dully tryiug to think. The regular jar of the trucks had set itself to a* rhythm—no hope, no hope, no hope! She knew now that there was none. When the bishop re entered she did not turn her head. He sar. beside" her awhile, aud she was aware again of his voice, speaking soothingly. At moments thereafter he was there, at others she knew that she was alone, but was unconscious of the flight of time. She knew only that the day was fadiug. On the chilly whirl ing landscape she saw only a crowded room, a jury box, a judge's bench and Hugh before it, listening to the sen tence that would take him from her forever. The bright sunlight was mer cilessly, satauically cruel and God a sneering monster turning a crank. Into her conscious view grew distant snowy ranges, hills uurolling at their feet, a straggling town, a staring white courthouse and a grim low building beside it. She rose stumblingly, the train quivering to the brakes, as the bishop entered. "This is Smoky Mountain," she said with numb lips. "That Is the building where ho is being tried. I am going there now." The bishop opened the door and gav^ her his hand to the platform. The train was to stop but teu minutes. He stood a moment watching her as she crossed to the street then, with thcr sadness deep In his heart, entered the station to send a telegram. Hugh's haggard face peered after them through a rift in a window cer tain. What could she have suspected? Not the truth! And only that could be tray him. Presently the bishop would return, the train would start again, and this spot of terror would be behind him. What had he to do with Harry Sauderson? He bethought himself suddenly of the door. If some one should come in upon him! With a qualm of fear he stood up. staggered'to it and turned the key in the lock. There was not the wonted buzz about the station. The place was silent save for the throb of the halted engine, and the shadow of the train on the frosty- platform quiv ered like a criminal. A block away he saw the courthouse. Knots of peo ple were standing about its door wait ing for what? A lit of trembling seiz ed him. All his years Hugh had beeu a moral coward. Life to him had beeu sweet for the grosser, material pleasures It held. He had cared for nobody, had held nothing sacred- He had now ouly to keep sileiice, let Harry Sanderson pay the penalty, and he need dread nc more. Hugh Stires, to the persuasion of the law, would be dead. As soon as might be he could disappear, as the rector of St. James' had disappeared be fore. He might change his name and live at ease in some quarter of the world, his alarm laid forever. Cut a worse thing would haunt him to scare his sleep—he would be doubly blood guilty! In the awful moment while he clung to the irou bars of the collapsing rdse window, with the flames elutchiug at hiui, Hugh had looked into hell aud shivered before the judgment, "The wages of siu is death." In that fiery ordeal the cheapness and swagger, the ostentation and self esteem, had burn ed away, and his soul had stood naked as a winter wood. Dying had not then'been the austere terror. What came after? That had appalled him. Yet Harry Sanderson was not afraid of the hereafter. He chose death calm ly, knowing that he, Hugh, was unfit to die. Suppose he told the truth now and saved Harry. He had never done a brave deed for the sake of truth or righteousness or for the love of any human being, but he could do one now. For the one red counter that had been a symbol of a day of evil living he could render a deed that would make requital for those unpaid days. He would not lia.ve played the coward's part. It would repair the wrong he had done Jessica. He would have made expiation. Forgiveness and pity, not reproaches and shame, would fol low him, and it would balance perhaps the one dreadful count that stood against him. He thought of the scaf fold and shivered, yet there was a more terrible thought: It is a fearful thing to fall into the hands of the liv ing God! lie made his way again to the door and unlocked it. It was only to cross that space, to speak, and then the grim brick building and the penalty. With a hoarse ':ry he slammed the door and frantically locked it. The edge of the searching pain was upon him again. He stumbled back to the couch and fell across it face down, dragging the cushions lu frantic haste over ills head to shut out the sick throbbing of the steaiu tlmt seemed shuddering at the fate his cowering soul dared not face. The groups outside the courthouse made way deferentially for Jessica but she was unconscious of It. Some one asked a question on the steps, and she heard the answer, "The state has just finished, and the judge Is charg ing." The narrow hall was filled, and, though all who saw gave her Instant place, the space beyond the inner door was crowded beyond the possibility of passage. She could see the judge's bench, with its sedate, gray bearded figure, the jury box at the left, the moving, restless faces about it, set like a living mosaic. jShe became aware suddenly that the figure at the high bench was speakiug, had been speakiug ait along: "With the prisoner'# later career In Smoky Mountain ihcv had nothing to do nor had the hnv. The quoHtioi! 1| asked—the only question It&sfced—was, 'jpid he kill Moreen?' Tlx*/ jplgbt Jhp iotrth to fcelieYfe the satrtfe mnb babiMe of such contradictory acts—the 'cour ageous saving of a child from death, for example, nnd the shooting down of a fellow mortal- in cold blood—btit it had been truly said that such contrasts were not impossible—nay. were even matters of common observation. Prej udice and bias aside, and sympathy and liking aside, they constituted a tri bunal of justice. This the state had a right to demand, and this they, the jury, had made solemn oath to give." The words had no meaning for her ears. "What did he say?" she whis pered to herself piteously. She caught but a glimpse of the prisoner as tho sheriff touched his arm and led the way quickly to the door through which he had been brought It opened and closed upon them, and the tension of the packed room broke all at once in a great respiration of re lief and a buzz of conversation. A voice spoke beside her. It was Dr. Brent "Come with me," he said. "Felder asked me to watch for you. We can wait in the judge's room." Chapter 31J EANWHILE in the nar row cell Harry was alone with his bitterness. His judicial sense, keenly alive, from tlie very first K? had appreciated the woe Pul weakness, evidential I ly speakhig, of his posi tion. He had no illusions on this score. A little while—after such deliberation as was decent and seemly—and he would be a condemned criminal, wait ing In the shadow of the hempen noose. In such localities justice was swift There would be scant time be tween verdict and penality—not enough, doubtless, for the problem to' solve It self. For the only solution possible was Hugh's dying in the hospital at Aniston. So long as the other lived be must play out the role. And If Hugh did die, but died too late? What a satire on truth aud jus tice! The same error which put the* rope about his own neck would fold the real Hugh In the odor of sanctity. He would lie in the little jail yard In a felon's grave, and Hugh in the ceme tery on the hill beneath a marble inon ument erected by St. James' parish to the Rev. Henry Sanderson. In the dock or In the ceil, with the death watch sitting nt its door, It was all one. He had elected the-patb, and If it led to the bleak edge of life, to the barren abyss of shame, he must tread It. He was powerless to help himself still. He had given over his life into the keep ing of a power in which his better manhood had trusted. If It exacted the final tribute for those ribald years of Satan Sanderson the price would be paid. A step came in the corridor. A voice spoke his name. The summons had come. Before the opening of the door the hum of voices In the courtroom sank to stillness itself. The jury bad taken their places. Their looks were sober and downcast. The judge was in his seat, his hand combing bis beatd. Har ry faced him calmly. The d&or of a side room was partly open, and a girl's white face looked In, but he did not see. "Gentlemen of the jury, have you ap rived at a verdict?" "We have.** There was a confusion In ttfe'ball— abrupt voices and the souud of feet The crowd stirred, and the Judge frowningly lifted his gavel. "What say you, guilty or not guilty?" The foreman did* not answer. He was leaning forward, looking over the heads of the crowd. The judge stood up. People turned, and the room was suddenly a-rustle with surprised move ment. The crowd at the back of the room parted, and up the center aisle toward the judge's desk staggered a figure—a man whose face, ghastly and convulsed, was partly swathed in band ages. At the door of the judge's room a girl stood transfixed and staring. The crowd gasped. They saw the familiar profile, a replica of the pris oner's the mark that slanted across the brow, the eyes preternaturally bright and fevered. A pale faced, breathless man In cler ical dress pushed forward through the press as the figure stopped—thrust out his hands blindly. "Not—guilty, your honor!" he said. A cry came from the prisoner at the bar. He leaped toward him as he fell and caught him in his arms. The group in the judge's room was hushed in awestruck silence. The door was shut, but through the panels, from the courtroom, came the mur mur of many wondering voices By the sofa on which lay the mah who HNot—guilty, your honor In he void. had made expiation stood the bishop and Harry Sanderson. .Jessica knelt beside it, and the Judge and those who stood near him lu the background knew that the curtain was falling upon a strange and tangled drama of life and love and death. After the one long, sobbing cry of realization, throughout the excitement and confusion, Jessica bud been strangely calm. She read the swift certaluty iu Dr. Breut's face, and she felt a painful thankfulness. The last appeal would not be to man's justice, but to God's mercy! The memories of the old blind days and the knowl edge that this man—not the on4 to whom she had given her love at Smoky Mountain, at whom she tlarpjd not look—had been her lover, wqs ijkjw in very truth her husband, rolted'^bcwt her in a stinging mist But^&i-fwM knelt by the sofa the band tlia^jUjiMl •tho ncrvcleau one was firm, atra nt wiped the .cold lips deftly- and-ten» derly. Mlt&l tr«» were fllnfos. Tt)«t h«r r-j!* BY REX BEACH Author of The Spoilers A picture of the Klondike, a story of the con flict of passions universal—hatred born of ter rible wrong, heart hunger unsatisfied and love that sweeps away every barrier. Poleon, the Great Heart, the character who caught the ar tist's fancy, will captivate the reader. Such high authority as the Boston Transcript says: In The Barrier Mr. Beach has written a story that is far stronger, far more ^gripping and powerful than The Spoilers. This Serial will begin in the next issue of The Democrat. rowing struKjlle of soul, tbat convul sive effort of tho Injured body, had demanded lis price. The direful agony and Its weakness had seized him. His stiffening fingers wore slipping from the ledge of life, and he knew it. He heard the bishop's earnest voice speaking from the void, "Love—cover eth—all—sins." The words seemed to stand out sharply, with black gulfs of nothingness between. They roused his fading senses, called them back to the outpost of feeling. "Not because I—loved," he said. "It —was because—I—was afraid!" False as his habit of life had been, in that moment only the bare truth re mained. With a last effort the dying man thrust his hand into his pocket,' drew out a small, battered, red dink and laid it In the other's hand. "Satan," be whispered as Harry bent over him and the flicker of light fell In tls eyes, "do you—think It will—count —when I cash In?" But Harry's answer Hugh did not hear. He had passed out of the sound of mortal speech forever. ,» There came a day when the brown ravines of Smoky Mountain laughed lu genial Bunslilnc, when the tangled thickets and the foliaged reaches, painted with the cardinal nnd bishop's purple of late autumn, Hushed and stirred to the touch- of their golden lover nnd the silver water gushing through the flumes sang to a Quicker melody. There was no wind. Every where gave for the breathing life of the forest was dreamy beauty and waiting peace. In the soft stillness Ilarry stood on the doorstep of the hillside cabin for the last time. Below him In the gulch will Jomrj Be dropped on hi* Knees and took hct hands and kissed them, -tte-light n.,cja .t: tl 5-.»faa .where the dead past of Satan Sander sou bud been burled forever and the old remorseful pain of conscience bad found its surcease. Iu the far distance, a tender huge softening their outline, stood the violet silhouette of the end' ing ranges, and far beyond them lay Aniston, where waited bis uewer life, his newer, better work and the hope that was the A^irli of his dreams. Since tbat trugic day iu tbe court* room he bad seen Jessica once only In tbe bour wh«»u the bishop's s. i. 4'dust to dust" had beeu spokyu ii the man who bad been hv: hushii One thought bad comforted hku town of Smoky Mouutuiu had ne\ known, need never know, tbe ser of her wifehood. And Auistou was away. About the coming of jured and dying to 1:1s res .. be thrown a glamour of knight u:r. that would bespeak charity of j. ment. Wheu Jessica went ha- to white house in the uspeus she wo meet only teuilcrncss and sy.ap.: And thnt was well. He shut the door of his cablu an whistling to his dog, climbed the ste. path w\iere the wrinkled creeper tiui: its splash of scarlet nnd aloug the tral to the Knob, under the needled son of the redwcoilo. There iu the dappled shade stood Jessica's rock statue, and now it looked upon two mounds. The prodigal bad returned at last, father and son rested side by side* and that, too, was well. He went slowly through the brown hollows to the winding mountain road, crossed it and entered the denser for* est. He wanted to see once more tho dear spot where he and Jessica had met—that deep, sweet day before the rude awakening. He walked on in, a reverie his thoughts were very, far away. He stopped suddenly. There before him was the little kuoll where she had stood waiting on tbe threshold of his palace of enchantment that pne roseate morning. And she was thef-p today-: not standlpg with parted lips aud eag$p pyes under tho tw|tt?riug t^pes, iug face down on thp WP88, ftp? fp4 bronze hair shaming the gold of tbe fallen leaves. There was a gesture lu the out stretched arms that caught at hlq heart. 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"sHJa No-lo C.M.ftHt MOOUMUO..Manob.... 4i«B JD No, SI CetfarltepM* tiNfia PwMPurt.. ''•lljr mint. Diilj except «ondif, nmiaiA tlekata an t»le to Ml poind. •'•tour W6 lor further lnf n»»-—- E. DKKWKK TIME TAQLE. MUD .'.i, Mnn PMnntiter Tmnn. I' tr«», mul 11:82 Mill Thru BXiim,, Not 8:10* ..nit «mll 0 8 iS:iU|m .Dai Biwrtxi Noll 7:S8«m PtUodcs Hi «oM KuOpm Wity might No 816.40 pm ClUpuer MoithBotuid —-inlW—- of Manheste within seven miles at $60.00 per acre. ho «0M.Majn Nojjicup.m NojWU: 0 Easy terms. Dlnlni Car on trains vG' Hutu* »:«!*. Nu« S:M«. Nogt I0:»6t NuSS 7:50 Sp ll:«a ii UtPAR KAAPB MM No at CM ma IKtUxlarilpds *n ManeMstw. «5as-s? ...tPissenmr.. ..tfumist... ... tFra&AI.... hoM«i«ia.n Mo^Mt:loi. NOJ»1I:|£« •Dfctlj CsnptSuBdsy. H. a. rawnC status Ad go.ssuitor Stou* from atm. potato. No »bM Chicago SU •oaf*-' 0.5' and 4. Now's the time to take Rocky Mountain Tea. It drives ottt the germs of winter, builds up tbe stdm ach, kidneys and liver. The mbit wonderful spring tonic to make p«o pie well. You'll be surprised wtth W eults. 35c, Tea or Tablet*—R. A. Denton. COUGH SYRUP E E. COWLKS, Propto ot DRAY LINE, Am prepared to do all kinds of work la ssv tin.. Moving safes, musical JnstnUBMIi hoUMluld good* and heavy arttclM a aMHhl tjr.r"-' Residence Phone Ho. Me Greatest spring tonic, drivea A IN ft ^ivv iu T-, & out all Impurities. Makes tho blood "rich. Fills you with warm, tfntrting" |ft« Most reliable spring regiUai^r. 'That't Hollister's Rocky Mountain Tto. ^5c. Tea or TTa'olets.—R. A. Deatbn.v'f Foley's Honey and Tar cures.couch lulckly, strei cxpeU colds. Get the genuine iii-J yellow package.—Anders All kiudtr of exterior and lntwii I a nting. A npecialty made of Cb nut's painting Prices reasons)1: and satisfaction guaranteed S. J. r)».,. AtkinsonV Blackmnitb 8br) A Religious Author's STATEMENT Rev. Joseph H. Fesperman, "Balla bury, N. C., who to the autHoir of^iev eral books, writes: "For savenil 7ra I was afflicted with Jddney trouble an lest winter I was suddenly abiekan with a severe pain in my kidbeys and was confined to bed 8 dajra unable to get up without assistance. My W tee contacted a thick white sedlihetk and I passed same frequently Sl»» and night. I commenced taking 0v»l ey's Kidney Remedy,- and the pain gradually abated and finally ceased and myu rine become normal.' I ch'e.» fully recommend Foley's Kidney Retu edy."—Anders & Phillips'. Sour Stomach No appatlM. Mrs'a Nt, (wml tist MJttft* «Mraot MRnnHMI ammimfc MwaiMMag. For «»ie by all drugjgists. -hijjulj I "My three year old bo.«-was' bfdly I constipated had Mgh fever and was.' lln awfuj condition. I gave htm twa doseg o( fyjley'a Orluo Liaxatlve anifc the neqtt morning the tev^r wa%V ovli tno -IjOTpfivrvblP Uf° il 4 4