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.. «l||? I had boon Jessica's sole
tibb I thought The news that
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.
have heard."
She wiuced. "Does Aniston know?"
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.
»e 1 Pjgiu.|
ir I 11
t' ify],
1J I it
ct l.im. he I
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
: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
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
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
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
Author of "Hearts Courageous," Etc.
Chapter 30
fetaud face to face with
Harry. Snnderson tbut
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
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
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
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
A step came in the corridor. A voice
spoke his name. The summons had
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
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»
Mlt&l tr«»
were fllnfos. Tt)«t h«r
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
In the soft stillness Ilarry stood on
the doorstep of the hillside cabin for
the last time. Below him In the gulch
Be dropped on hi* Knees and took hct
hands and kissed them,
n.,cja .t:
.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.
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
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. He stepped forward, and at
the sound she lookpd up, startlod,
Re saw thp creepiug color that
mounted to her brow, the proud yet
passionate huuger of her eyes. He
dropped ou his knees and took her
hands and kissed thew«
"My dear love that is!" he whispered.
"My dearer wife that is to be!"
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islature will assemble for what prom
ises to be a very interesting session.
Many Important measures are pro
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Foley's Kidney Remedy wijl cure
any case of kidney or bladder trouble
that Is not beyond the reach of med
icine. Cures Uhckache and irregular
ities that If neglected might result
in Bright's disease or diabetes.
•r-5 Anders & Phillips.
Rocky ffip* Tea Nugget*
A BOIJ fceti'.tu
flcijr Peoplt
Brlaga Golden ^rn
A sp*ef
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Blood, But]
and Backup
let form.
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There are more rfcffill Patterns «otd In the Unit
States than of an «tlur make of tiailcrnn. TbtoiaOa
account of their style, accuracy and (implicit?.'
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Jjndy Arento Wanted, llandtwoe premiums or
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House for Sale.
A well improved residence pro
perty with two acres of land for
sale at a bargain. Two blocks from
Fair Grounds. Inquire of .Broneon
Carr &
Manchester, lows
Go Wdt
Colonist Tickets
to points in
Caiitornla, Colorado,
Mexico, Montana,
Canadian Northwest
and Various Other Points
On Sale Daily. March 1st
April 30th
Various Routes and
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Time Cards.
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•'•tour W6 lor further lnf n»»-—-
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Noll 7:S8«m PtUodcs Hi
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No 816.40 pm ClUpuer
of Manheste
within seven miles
at $60.00 per acre.
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Easy terms.
Dlnlni Car on trains
Hutu* »:«!*.
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NuSS 7:50
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a. rawnC status Ad
from atm. potato.
No »bM Chicago SU
and 4.
Now's the time to take
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.
Propto ot
Am prepared to do all kinds of work la ssv
tin.. Moving safes, musical JnstnUBMIi
hoUMluld good* and heavy arttclM a aMHhl
Residence Phone Ho. Me
Greatest spring tonic, drivea
ft ^ivv
T-, &
all Impurities. Makes tho blood "rich.
Fills you with warm, tfntrting" |ft«
Most reliable spring regiUai^r.
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)
Religious Author's
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'.
No appatlM. Mrs'a
ammimfc MwaiMMag.
For «»ie by all drugjgists.
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°
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