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She Master’s Slaughter 0 By W. Xeimburg Continued. ‘Herr and Frau von Bendeleben ,ooked at each other, speechless. Was this really Hannah, the tender, yield ing Hannah, who had spoken such passionate words? ‘My eyes turned to Eberhardt. He looked at me as if to say, ‘Do you see how good it is that our secret is not known ?’ “Then he said, ‘Pardon my intrusion my dear uncle; I came to speak a good wmrd for Bergen, but I see that It is not the proper time; but please, dear aunt, do not throw him over en tirely. without considering the mat ter; I have not known him very long, but I am convinced he is an honor able man; ask his colonel, he will give him the most favorable testimonials.’ “ ‘Oh, please, dearest Frau von Ben deleben,’ I cried; ‘Hannah will surely be ill. Do say yes, they love each other so dearly.’ “ ‘lt was wrong of ; ou, Gretchen, said the baroness, harshly, as she got up from her chair ‘very wrong, not to have told me of this sudden passion of Hannah s. How much unpleasant ness might have been avoided!’ “ ‘But I did not know it,’ I replied, firmly. T only heard of it here just now; but if Hannah I id really made roe a confidante of her secret, T would never have betrayed her. You have al ways been present when we were to gether, Frau Baronin, and have had the same opportunities of knowing it as I have.’ “ ‘lt is a miserable affair, a miser able affair,’ murmured the baron to himself. ‘What is to be done about it now? Where is Bergen gone and what did he say to my reasons for re fusing?’ he inquired of Eberhardt. “ ‘He was very pale, uncle, when he came to ray room and asked what ho bau better do, and whether there was any little inn here in the village where he could spend the night. I tried to talk him out of it, but I am afraid he is gone.’ "‘Miserable affair, miserable!’ mut tered the baron. ‘But the young men are like that nowadays—it is all 01 nothing with them. To be reasonable and to take time to consider —that is a thing they have not learned. “‘I am going to Hannah,’ I said, making my escape. The baron, who had talked himself into a passion, broke out again; ‘But of course, a Herr Lieutenant, who hasn’t a penny in the world, thinks it a very fine thing to build him a nest with the money of a pretty wife, and the lucky father-in-law can see how he— ’ "I heard no more —I was already outside. Oh, what a terrible misfor tune this was; my mind was quite confused, when I suddenly heard steps behind me, I turned and found myself before Herr vou Bergen. Ho looked pale, but his face lighted up as he perceived me. ‘Fraulein Grecchen,’ he said, ‘will you carry a little mes sage for me to Hannah?’ “ ‘With all my heart,’ I said. *“ ‘Then tell her she must he calm, that It will all come right, and I shall remain true to her.’ He pressed my hand, and, closely wrapped up in his cloak, he went quietly down-stairs, through the hall, I heard the hall door close —he was gone. “Hannah was lying up-stairs on the sofa, dissolved in tears. She would not hear of any comfort; even Ber gen’s message only produced a sor rowful shake of the head. ‘lt is all in vain,’ she said, the tears flowing again In great drops over her cheeks, ‘all in vain; oh, if I could only die!’ “At length, quite exhausted, she leaned back on the cushions and press ed the handkerchief wet with her tears against her throbbing temples. At this moment there came a gentle knock at our door; Hannah did not hear it, and I went out. Wilhelm von Eberhardt was standing in the little anteroom in the dark. “ T wanted to inquire how Hannah was.’ he said, in a low tone; then, however, he drew me closely to him, and while he pressed his lips to mine, he said. ‘Gretchen, I am afraid we shall have a great deal to struggle against; don’t lose your courage, how ever, and above all things be silent. In a year I shall be of age. and then I can do whatever I like —till then no one must know. Your position in the castle would bo dreadful if any one knew, or you would be sent away altogether, and Hannah needs you sorely. Don't you know of any good, trustworthy person, to whom I could entrust letters for you, and who would bring me your answers? I must hear from you or 1 cannot bear it.’ ‘ My first thought was of Katharine, but no, she would never have en couraged a clandestine correspond ence. ‘Send your letters to the wife of the castle gardner.' I whispered. ‘Anne Marie likes me, I took care of her sick child. Ah, Wilhelm, how dreadful this secrecy is!’ “ ‘Do you want to forbid me the house.’ he asked, ‘and so rcb me of my only opportunity of seeing you? have patience. I shall come in a year from now. and then the whole world shall know that you are my bride; and now for these last few minutes be good and dear, and tell me that you love me. Tomorrow morning I shall al ready be far away across hill and vale •and cannot see your sweet face am more. Good-bye. my dear, dear girl! T cried and sobbed, for the agita tion of this day had teen too much tor me. 1 had hardly looked in his eyes once when he was away again; ah, 1 seemed to mv self doubly lonely when I sat down by Hannah again in out room. I had not known how brilliant the sunshine could be until it shone OB me with such splendor, and now 1 seemed to know for the first time wh°* darkness was. “The next day was a very quiet one in the castle, and a feeling of oppres sion seemed to weigh down all the inmates Hannah stayed in bed: she was a little feverish. The baron was cross, and only Frau von Bendeleben behaved as if nothing had happened. She sat lovingly by Hannah’s bed for a white, and acted as if we had never had any officers quartered upon us, and as though there had been no vio lent scenes. “After dinner I went to see Anne Marie. I found it hard to confide in her and to beg her to be silent, but i over came my reluctance out of love for him and Anne Marie joyfully promised to do anything I wished. From there I went to Katharine, wbo received me kindly gave me some coffee out of my blue cup. I needed all m> self-con trol not to fall on her neck and pro claim my happiness, but I overcame the desire. Only once she said, ‘Gretel, what is the matter with you? You look as if you had been crying, and yet your eyes look so happy. Are the officers gone?’ she added quickly. A deep flush overspread my face. “ Yes, they went away this morn ing,’ I said, as indifferently as f could. “‘Ah, thank heaven for that!’ she cried, fervently. “The weeks that followed were quiet ones. Hannah was not well; it could exactly be said that she was ill, but she grew perceptibly thinner, the little face had become almost trans parently white, her hands were always hot, and there was a suffering expres sion at her mouth. In spite of this, she exerted herself to go about as usual, and it was easy to see wdiat an effort she made to conceal her illness in the presence of her parents. I was so sorry for her, my poor sweet little Hannah. How happy I was in compari son! How I trembled with joy wnen I received a dainty letter from Anne Marie’s rough ftand. “ ‘There must be something nice in it.’ she smiled. ‘Fraulein Gretchen is so much pleased.’ “I only nodded and hurried away, to read, in a lonely place in the park, what the tenderest of lovers had to say to me. I hardly perceived that a cold autumn wind was blowing. My cheeks glowed with joy and happiness, and it was with reluctance, and only after I had learned the contents near ly by heart, that I went back to the castle to bide my treasure. “To answer these letters was a great difficulty; often, when I had just begun to write, I would hear Hannah’s weak and weary step in the anteroom, and away would go pen and paper into my desk; once, I was almost surprised by Frau von Bendeleben herself. Oh, how frightened I was! Fortunately, it was just before her birthday, and she pretended not to notice that I had hurriedly thrust something away. “But in spite of all interruptions and obstacles, I mdnaged to carry let ters to Anne Marie with tolerable reg ularity. Twice a week came Wilhelm s man, the most faithful fellow in the world, dressed as a peasant, with a let ter for me. “My father wrote quite enthusiast ically from sunny Italy, about all the beautiful things he had seen there. There was nothing said about his re turn. The letters did not come often, but they always gave me pleasure, and I carried them straight to Kath arine. The good old soul made plans for the happy time when the master was home again, and Gretchen should sit here in the parlor at the window. 1 stood up and smiled; I felt almost melancholy at times, but I would go with him! Poor father! Your Gretchen will not come back to your house, or only for a short time, then to go away forever. “But I knew it would make him very happy to know his child was so well taken care of. Oh, if time only had wings! CHAPTER IV. “October had come ana had turned the foliage in the nark and the wood into most brilliam colors; the leaves of the woodbine, a vivid crira son, hung over the railing?! of the ver anda, and a fine mist enrouded the whole landscape; dead *"aves covered the great avenue, and the village children furtively sought for the brown shining chestnuts. “Hannah and I had been walking i the afternoon, though only in the park, for she always felt tired now, and to day she had leaned on me more heavily than usual. The poor thing haq her eyes filled with tears. ‘ The autumn makes me feel so sad this year, Gretel,’ she said, as I, think ing to give her pleasure, gave her a branch of mountain-ash. with its scar let berries. Tt is as sad within me as it is in nature.’ “‘My dear child,’ I entreated, do have a little hope: after the clouds, sunshine; I am sure you will laugh and be merry again.’ But she shook her head sadly. “ ‘Oh, Gretchen, when I remember that I was riding by his side the last time I came this way. and how beauti ful the future seemed to me, and —’ ‘Then she was silent, and looked down the road with eyes growing larg er every moment. I followed the di rection of her glance, and saw a rider coming quickly toward us. Ah. it was he—l recognized the dark red collar. I very nearly forgot all his warnings for very joy, and would have hurried to meet him. when I was recalled to myself by Hannah’s mournful exclama tion; Tt is only Cousin Wilhelm I’ “He had already seen us. and the next moment he stopped beside us, sprang from his horse and offered his cousin his hand, looking at me with a radiant glance. *■ ‘i hope I am not unwelcome, Han nah? It is so dull with us. and we have plenty of time to come and see how }Ou all do.’ “Hannah made no reply; I think 'she could not have spoken without bursting into fears. “Wilhelm looked sadly at his cousin and we walked silently toward the castle, neither of us daring to express eur joy at meeting again by so much IOWA COUNTY DEMOCRAT, MINERAL POINT, WIS., THURSDAY, APRIL 16, 1908. as a gesture. We respected the girl s ! grief too much. “The baron was evidently delighted to see his nephew. Frau von Bendel eben greeted him with one of her sweetest smiles, which she kept in readiness for all her equals. Hannah had not stopped in the hall to witness the greetings that took place there, but had slipped upstairs, where I fol lowed her, hearing as I went, in Wil helm’s shocked voice: “ ‘Good heavens, uncle, what have you been doing to Hannah?’ ‘ Upstairs in our room the poor child | laid her head on my shoulder and sob bed as if her heart would break, i “ ‘Ah, it startled me so when I saw the uniform,’ she said. T never thought of Wilhelm.’ * I stayed upstairs with her the rest of the afternoon, as I did every day; ' it was hard, but in the first place 1 ! would not leave her alone, and then it would have been thought strange if | I had gone down. ! haa at last stopped crying, j she bathed her eyes with cold water, and at last, I heard Johann’s voice ! saying; ‘The dinner is served.’ “TRey were already in the dining room when we went down. My eyes sought him; there he stood in eager conversation with his host, the lamp light shone on his brown curly hair and played in the buttons of his uni form. A sudden lighting up of the be loved dark eyes told me that the time had seemed long to him too, when suddenly a well-known voice sounded in my ear. I turned in surprise, and there was the tall figure of the young Herr Castor leaning against the fire place, in which a small fire was crack ling; Frau von Bendeleben was sitting in a chair opposite him, and seemed to be listening intently to what he was saying. ~ ‘Good heavens, how came he here, and today of all days? I was just re turning his greeting when the baron said, ‘Now we will take our seats at the table,' and interrupted my won dering over the unexpected visit. “Frau vwi Bendeleben went to her seat. ‘Dear Wilhelm, here, please,’ she said, pointing to a chair betw r een her self and Hannah. Gretchen, will you sit down there; Herr Pastor, wall you take the place by Fraulein Siegis mund? You, dear Bernard,’ she added jestingly, to her husband, ‘will not give up your place next to Gretchen, I know.’ “I confess I was utterly discon certed when I comprehended this ar rangement and discovered that I could not even see him —for he sat on the same side with me. I have no doubt my vexation was plainly In my face, and I did not make the slightest effort to conceal it from my neighbor. “‘What, Gretchen, you let your fav orite dish go by unnoticed?’ asked the baron, as I waved aside the servant who offered me a dish of roasted larks. “ ‘Thank you, I do not feel hungry,' I replied. “Ts the gardner’s child ill again, Fraulein?’ said the pastor suddenly. T saw you go into the house the day before yesterday, but, unfortunately, I had no time to inquire.’ “I started violently and felt the blood mounting to my face, but, in capable of telling an untruth, I stam mered something about ‘just going to see how the child was getting on,’ or something of sort. “ ‘Oh, Wilhelm, Wilhelm, if the year were only over!’ I thought. With a great effort I forced myself to answ r er pleasantly and sensibly several ques tions which the pastor addressed to me. Then the conversation turned on the game and the harvest, when Han nah suddenly got up; she looked pale as death, and, before she had taken two or three steps toward the door, she fell unconscious to the floor. WFh a cry of terror I was beside her, and we carried her to the sofa. It was a long fainting fit, and when, at length, after we had tried every pos sible remedy, she opened her eyes, she was evidently wandering, and talked all sorts of incoherent non sense. “ ‘Do you see, Gretchen,’ she said, there he comes through the great ave nue; now he is swallowed up by the mist. I can see the red stripes on his cap.’ Then she would sob a heart breaking manner, ‘Mamma, papa, don't take him away from me! Don’t go away Henry, out into the dark ness!’ “Frau von Bendeleben looked pale, very pale, and the baron’s face twitch ed as he begged Wilhelm to send a messenger on horseback after the doctor. “The sick girl was carried to bed, and a few hours passed. Frau von Bendeleben sat by Hannah s side, and held the hands of the girl, who, in her ceaseless outpourings, unconsciously cast upon her the bitterest reproaches. “At last the doctor came, and de clared the illness to be a violent ty phoid fever. I took my place by the bed, and I had only fleeting opportun ities for speaking to Eberhardt, when I was occasionally sent down to get something. I promised him to write often. Soon after I heard his horse’s steps in the courtyard; he was going. What could he do here under x'uc cir cumstances? ‘For nearly two weeks Hannah hov ered between life and death. It was a terrible time. Frau von Bendeleben did not stir a moment from her child’s bed. and often as I begged her to take some rest she would never be prevailed upon. “I cannot rest. Gretchen! Only think, if Hannah should die and her last glance should seek me and 1 were not here!’ “The baron, who was soft-hearted by nature, wandered about like a ghost. A hundred times a day he came into the little anteroom, and tried to read hope and comfort in our faces; and when he found only anxiety and care instead, he would burst into tears like a child. “ ‘My God. ray God!’ he would mur mur. leave her to me, I will do every thing to make her happy again!’ “And God heard the prayer of the despairing parents; Hannah "ecover ed. She convalesced but slowly. She remained weak and delicate for a long time and was hardly a shadow of her former self. “The baron's joy was touching. I can see him still, moving toward the bed, carefully poising his gigantic fig ure on the tips of his toes, and putting into the thin little fingers a oouquet from the greenhouse, or an orange, pushed the curtains aside so carefully with his great hands, to press a kiss on his child’s forehead, and his voice was so soft as he asked after her health. “With her all resentment had died out; the care and anxiety of the par ents touched the delicate creature, and she forgot that they were to blame for her illness. “ ‘How kind you aT are,’ she said, when someone prepared a little pleas ant surprise for her; and she would stroke her mother's cheek caressingly and nod pleasantly to me. “She never mentioned Bergen, but the baron spoke of him all the more. Several times already he had asked the doctor if Hannah were strong enough to bear a great joy; and as many times the answer had been: ‘Not yet.’ “But when Hannah was able to sit up all day and had dined with us sev eral times, it was at last announced; “ ‘Joy will not do her any harm now r , on the contrary; but you must be very quiet about it.’ “Then one day, toward the end of November, when the first snow-flakes w r ere whirling in the air, the baron had his two best black horses har nessed, and drove into the city; and Frau von Bendeleben '-aid to me; “ ‘You think, don’t you, Gretchen, that Hannah is still in love with Ber gen ?’ “ ‘Yes, I feel quite sure of it,’ I re plied. “With a pained expression about her mouth she walked restlessly up and down the room. “ T am sure you must kncw r what we are about to do. My husband has gone to see Bergen, and very prob ably we shall have an engaged couple in the house today. Hannah has grieved herself ill over her love, and shall be compensated for all her trou ble. My God send his blessing upon her! ’ ‘ She sighed. “My heart beat fast for joy. “ ‘But does Hannah know about it?’ “ ‘No, she knows nothing. You know the baron likes surprises; if it only won’t do her any harm. Would to God this day were over!’ “It was easy to see, in the fine face under the lace cap, that .she was by no means happy in the prospect; her eyes were dim and her lips twitched nervously. I perceived how It stood; she had been obliged to give way in this particular; the baron had no ears for her wise and mild representations. The joy of seeing his child's life saved outweighed all other considerations with him. He only wished for her hap pines,, while her mother, already for getting all the anxiety and care they had just gone through, saw in the fut ure son-in-law only the poor noble man of the lowest military rank. It was dreadful to her not to be able to present her pretty Hannah also as a countess, and this, she felt sure, she would have been able to do if Hannah had only been reasonable. However all hopes of that kind were now at an end. She passed her handkerchief across her eyes, sighed again, and sent me up stairs, with instructions, in case Hannah should ask for the'baron to say he had gone to Wlesenau, a neigh boring estate. “My heart beat fast with excitement as I saw the frail figure in the chair by the window, looking out, listlessly, at the whirling snowflakes; on her lap she held an open casket, into which she put a dried oak twig she had been holding in her hand; and as if to turn my attention to something else, she said: “ The first snow! Do you remember Gretchen, when we were children, how “we used to always roast the first apples and put them in to roast?’ “ Yes Hannah, and why shouldn’t we be children again today? I will get some apples and put them in to roast.’ To be continued. A Saved Mexican. A remarkable instance of the im partial administration of justice is said to have occurred some years ago in a court in a southwestern state, when a young Mexican charged with having stolen a pistol was arraigned. He proved beyond all doubt that the pistol was his own and that it had been in his possission long before the alleged theft occurred. The case went to the jury at 12 o’clock, the usual hour of adjourn ment, and the jury, who did not w r ish to be kept until the court opened again at 3 o'clock, hurried to give in their verdict. The foreman, who had been reclin ing in a peaceful attitude suggestive of slumber during the hearing, turned to his companions, saying: “What do you think, boys? Hadn’t w'e better give him two years? “All right,” responded one of the jurors. “Put him through or the judge will adjourn.” “Go ahead.” said another. “We don’t want to stay here till 3 o clock. Hurry up!” “But is he guilty?” inquired a thoughtful old chap. “Weil, well,” exclaimed the fore man, af.er a stare of astonishment at this view of the matter, “if you think he ain’t guilty, lets clear him! A verdict of “not guilty” was speed ily rendered and the jurymen cheer fully repaired to the noontide meal. — Philadelphia Ledger. Stubborn Castors. When castors to metal or brass beds stick in the sockets and refuse to move them from the bed, grease with machine oil, and return, "iou will find your bed will move as easily as when new. thus avoiding the mar ring of polished floors. Up to Him. ‘ Look here, my lady, exclaimed the thrifty man to his extravagant wife, “you're carrying too much sail. “Why should that worry you?” she retorted. “Because I have to raise the wind, tha 's why; -— Philadelphia Press. Why It Costs so Much To Talk so Little Boston, April 13. —Most Americans now and then become possessors for three or four minutes at a time of a hundred thousand dollars’ worth of property. That is because nearly everybody occasionally telephones to some place a thousand miles away from home. Some Americans express wonder at times why they have to pay certain charges for the privilege of projecting the voice half way across the continent Just why engineers have established the present rates in return for which the telephone subscriber holds exclu sively, for a brief interval of time, property varying in value from a few hundred to more than SIOO,OOO, ac cording to the length of line over which conversation takes place, is one of the most significant of the exposi tions in the annual report of Presi dent Theodore N. Vail of the Ameri can Telephone and Telegraph com pany. Why the rates for long dis tance talking cannot, by the exercise of any degree of ingenuity, be made much lower than they now are is the gist of President Vail’s analysis of charges. Look, with the help of the telephone traffic expert, at a typical service chart showing the variation of the in and out toll calls in the city which, relatively to its population, makes the largest use of the long distance facili ties of any American community. That, of course, means Washington, * pr ci J ifTi a 7 alall 11 i & wn a A DAY’S LONG DISTANCE TRAFFIC Rises and Falls at the National Cap ital. D. C. The government and private in dividuals at tho national capital keep the wires hot through official and business hours. Nowhere else is the telephone day so long, because in the evening and past midnight newspaper correspondents are sending hurried telephone messages over the wires in to editorial offices anywhere from a score of miles to 1,500 miles away. Nowhere does the telephone company find the demand for its facilities spread over a longer day. Yet a glance at the fluctuation of the curve of the day’s business rising from a low point before seven o'clock in the morning to a high peak at about eleven and to a still higher elevation in the early evening, tells a graphical story of facilities which have to be provided for business hours only. For your telephone message cannot be forwarded for you after you are tucked away in bed. In contrast with the operation of the telegraph companies. President Vail shows thai the telephone company is at a dis tinct disadvantage in meeting the fluctuations of traffic. At the offices of the Western Union or Postal your message from, say. New York to Chi cago will be handled for you even it two score other people are crowding to get in communications which must be handled over half a score of avail able circuits. The telegrams are sim ply handed in and filed before an operator who dispatches them in or der. This practice enables the tele graph company to distribute its busi ness somewhat more evenly over the working hours. During the night hours the lines ar used for press mes sages or for long distance messages in transit. But when you want to telephone you want to do it now. Your mes sage cannot be tied up in a phono garph, because somebody must talk with you at the other end. One con versation must succeed another over the circuit, and the subscriber has to do Lis own talking. The telephone engineers for technical reasons cannot even build up the “phantom circuits familiar in telegraphic operation, for the “phantom" has only a very limited field of usefulness in telephone opera tion. All which means that only about half the facilities are utilized to a fair part of the capacity during business hours only. The rest are utilized only to a fractional part of the ca pacity at any time. Mr. Vail makes a remarkable statement that if dui ing certain hours of the day messages in tended for long distance transmission could be subjected to half an hour’s delay the day’s traffic could be so spread out that the facilities required could be reduced at least one-third. As toll and long distance lines of the country now aggregate 1,664,000 miles 'it wire and 168,000 miles of poles, an idea is easily given of the price that has to be paid for perpetual readiness to serve subscribers. That cheap rates for long distance service, depending upon high a\erage use of facilities, are a virtual impossi bility appears in Mr. Vail’s exposition. It is physically impracticable to crowd in more than about so many messages on a given long distance circuit, and by no chance can waste of time be tween messages be eliminated. An expressive way of putting it is that “there are only a certain number of five-minute intervals in each hour or five-minute spaces on each clock. It you want more time intervals or more spaces you must take more hours or more clocks. In toll line business everything above the norma] capacity of each circuit must be provided for by additional circuits.” Most people think of the three minute long distance message as mean ing just three minutes’ use of the circuit. But it takes time to get two persons in communication with each other. Over the whole system the, average “time interval'’ consumed in | completing each communication is seven and a half minutes. When one considers the long interval which is required in exceptional cases, as where combinations of circuits have to be built up, with complicated and delicat© auxiliary apparatus involved, this interval must seem to the lay man to be extraordinarily shorf. The average is, of course, brought down by the quickness with which well trained operators effect direct service between two points where the demand for service is extensive. There the average time interval is from three and a half to five minutes. Waste due to idleness occurs even in the busy part of the day on the most extensively used circuits —inter- vals when for five, ten or even fifteen minutes the line is not in use. Then again high charges for maintenance are necessary in order that when the subscriber wants to get a long dis tance connection he may find himself heard at the other end. Deterioration of plant affects the long distance service more disastrously than any other. The extreme delicacy, indeed, of the | apparatus makes it cliflicult to keep, service up to mark even where the . charges for maintenance and deprecia-, tion are liberal. Engineers say that a severe rdin storm falling anywhere; on a thousand mile line seriously af fects the transmission. A twig brushing against the wire somewhere in Missouri may interrupt a conversa tion between Kansas City and Phila delphia. A broken insulator will re sult in an almost total loss of the faint electric current which trans mits human speech through the medi um of stout copper wire. The extreme delicacy of the art of telephony re quires, therefore, the maintenance of the long distance plant in as perfect condition as possible, for these facili ties are among the most essential in a vast plant whose physical valuation, voluntarily undertaken by the Bell management during 1907, was estimat ed to be at the beginning of the pres ent year about $488,000,000. The importance of a common under standing on the part of the public and the telephone engineers of the basis of charges for 'telephone service is evident when it is considered that over the lines of the Bell system alone nearly six billion messages were transmitted during the year 1907 from about 8,800,000 subscribers’ sta tions —that is, from what are popu larly known as telephones, consisting of the combination of a receiver and transmitter. In spite of general business conditions the telephone in dustry showed a marked growth last year over 1906, and perhaps in no de partment was there more remarkable expansion than in the long distance service. The daily average of toll connections was about 494,000 against 462,000 the pi'eceding year, an indica tion that hundreds of thousands of, Americans have been saving traveling expenses by telephoning. The Great Destroyer “Priisoner at the bar, have you any thing to say why sentence of death should not be passed upon you?” A solemn hush fell over the crowded cout-room, and every person waited in almost breathless expectation for an answer to the judge’s question. Will the prisoner answer? is there nothing that will make him show some sign of emotion? Will he maintain the cold, indifferent attitude he has shown through the trial even to the place of execution? Such were the questions that passed through the minds of those who had followed the case from day today. The judge still waited in dignified silence. Not a whisper was heard anywhere, and the stuatiOn had be come painfully oppressive, when the prisoner was seen, to move. His head was raised, his hands were clenched, and the blood had rushed into his pale, careworn face, his teeth were firmly set, and into his haggard eyes there came a flash of light. S' d deniy he rose to his feet, and in a low, firm but distinct voice, said: “I have. Your honor, yon have asked me a question, and I now ask as a last favor on earth that you will not interrupt my answer till I am thorough . “I stand before this bar convicted of the wilful murder of my wife. Truth ful witnesses have testified to the fact that 1 was a drunkard, a loafer and a wretch; that I returned from one of my long debauches and fired the fatal shot that killed the wife 1 had sworn to love, cherish and protect. While I have no remembrance of committing the fearful, cowardly and inhuman deed, I have no right to complain or condemn the twelve good men who have acted as juriors in this case, for their verdict is in accordance with the evidence. ‘But. may it please the court, I wish to show' that I am not alone responsi ble for the murder of my wife.” This startling statement created a tremendous sensation. The judge leaned over the desk The law’yers wheeled around and faced the pri soner. the jurors looked at each other in amazement, while the spectators could hardly suppress their intense ex citement. The piisoner paused a few seconds, and then continued in the same firm, distinct voice; “I repeat, your honor, that I am not the only one guilty of the murder oi my wife. The judge on the bench. Urn jury’ in the box, the lawyer within this bar, and most cf the witnesses in cluding the pastor of the old church are also guilty before Almighty God, and will have to appear with me be fore the judgement seat, where we shall all be rightly judged. If twenty men conspire together for the murder of one person, the law power of this land will arest the twenty, and each, will be tried, convicted and executed for the whole murder, and not one twentieth of the crime. “I have been made a drunkard by law. If it had not been for the legal ized saloons of my time, I never would have become a drunkard, my wife would not have been murdered, 1 would not be here now ready to be hurled into eternity. Had it not been for the human traps set out by the consent of the government, I would have been a sober man, an industrious workman, a tender father, a loving husband. But today my home is des , troyeji, my wife murdered, my little , children —God bless and care for them —cast on the mercy of a cold, cruei world, while I am to be murdered by the strong arm of the State. "God knows I tried to reform, but as the open saloon was in my path, my weak, diseased will power was no match for the fearful, consuming ap petite for liquor. At hist 1 sought the protection and care of the church of Jesus Christ; but at the communion table I received at the hand of the pastor who sits there, and who has testified against me in this case, the cup that contained the same alchcVio serpent that is found in every bar room in the land. It proved too much for my poor weak humanity, and out of that holy place 1 rushed to the debauch that ended with the murder of my wife. “For one year our town was with out a saloon. For one year my wife and children were supremely happy, and our little home was a perfect par adise. “I was one of those who signed ih v monstranee against reopening saloons in our town. The names of one-half of this jury can be found today on the petition certifying to the good moral character? of the rumseller, and falsely saying that the sale of liquor is ‘necessary’ in our town. The prose cuting attorney in this case was the one who so eloquently pleaded with this court for the license, and the judge who sits on this bench, and who asked me if I had anything to say be fore sentence of death was passed | upon me, granted the license.” I The impassioned words of the prls oner fell like coals of fire upon the hearts of Ibose present, and many of the spectators and some of the law yers were moved to tears. The judge made a motion as to stop the pris soner, when ihe speaker hastily said: j “No, no! your honor, do not close my lips; I am nearly through, and they are the last words 1 shall over utter ■ on earth “I began my downward career at a saloon bar —legalized and protected by the voters of this commonwelth which has received annually a part of the blood money from the poor, deluded victims. After the state has made me a drunkard and a murderer, I am taken heforse another bar —the bar oi justice?—by the same power that legalized the first bar, and now the law power will conduct me to the place of execution and hasten my soul into eternity. I shall appear before another bar—the judgment bar of God —and there you who have legalized the traffic will appear with me. Think you the Great Judge will bold me, the poor, weak victim of your truffle, alone responsible for the murder of my wife? Nay; I in my drunken, fren zied, irresponsible condition, have murdered one, but you have deMber atcly and wilfully murdered your thou sands, and the murder-mills are In full operations today with your con sent. “All of you know that these words of mine are not ravings of an unsound mind, but God’s truth. The liquor traffic of this nation is responsible for nearly all the murders, riots, poverty, misery, wretchedness and woe. It breaks up thousands of happy homes every year, sends the husband and father to prison or to the gallows, and drives countless mothers and lit tle children into the world to suffer and die. It furnishes nearly all the criminal business of this and every other court, and blasts every' commun ity it touches. “You legalized the saloons that made me r. drunkard and a murderer, and you are guilty with me for the murder of my wife. “Your honor, I am done. I am now ready to receive my sentence, to he led out and murdered according to 'be laws of this state. You wllj close by asking the Lord to have mercy on my soul. I will close by solemnly asking God to open your blind eyes to the 1 truth, to your individual responsibility, so that you will cease to give support !to this hell-born traffic. Celluloid That Will Not Burn. Galalith is the 1908 celluloid. And it is not celluloid at all, because It does not burn. Galalith comes from the fatherland and is prepared from casein, the cheese constituent of skimmed milk. The raw material is .inexpensive, also the secret process iby which galalith is prepared, and .hence also the combs, brushes, rings, boxes, umbrella handles, piano keys, 'chess figures, and dominoes made j from it. It can be produced in any desired color, marbling, or velning in limitation of more expensive matml ' als. Galalith tortoise shell scarcely 'can be distinguished from the real, j Amber and coral galalith also defy the most stringent test of chemicals. Inlay work instead of the more cost ly naturally colored woods, is another use for which galalith is eminently suited, for its colors are clear and bright, hi and Ihe polish that it takes is rnor edurable than that of wood. j 1 Inexpensive Bands. ' Anew hat for a child of 10 is shovn simply trimmed with a deep band of wide ribbon on which is appliqued several large roses cut from cretonne and fastened on with an outline of gold thread. This is a very simple idea and one easily carried out, and if it can be worn by the children there is no rea son why walking hats for women should not be adorned in the same way.