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By Anna Katharine Green Illustrations by C. D. Rhodes COPYRIGHT 1914- OS' DODD,A\EAC> S) CO 8YNOP8I8. A curiouB crowd of neighbors invade the mysterious home of Judge Ostrander, sounty judge and eccentric recluse, fol lowing a veiled woman who has gained entrance through the gates of the high double barriers surrounding the place. The woman has disappeared but the judge Is found in a cataleptic state. Bela, his servant, appears in a dying condition and S revents entrance to a secret door. Bela ies. The judge awakes. Miss Weeks explains to him what has occurred during his seizure. He secretly discovers the whereabouts of the veiled woman. She proves to be the widow of a man tried before the judge and electrocuted for mur der years before. Her daughter is en raged to the judge’s son, from whom he is estranged, but the murder is between the lovers. She plans to clear her husband’s memory and auks the judge’s aid. CHAPTER V—Continued. FOUL CRIME IN DARK HOLLOW ALGERNON ETHERIDGE, PROMI NENT CITIZEN, WAYLAID AND MURDERED AT LONG BRIDGE. DIRECT CLUE TO MURDERER Stick With Which Crime Was Commit ted Easily Traced to Its Owner— Landlord of Claymore Tavern In the Toils—He Denies His Guilt. "Last evening Shelby’s clean record ras blackened by outrageous crime. Some time after nightfall a carter was driving home by Factory road, when, just as he was nearing Long bridge, he came upon the body of a man lying without movement and seemingly without life. "Knowing that in all probability an hour might elapse before assistance could arrive in the shape of another passer-by, he decided to carry his V-Ory straight to Claymore tavern. It was fortunate his horses were headed that way instead of the other, or he might have missed seeing the skulk ing figure which slipped down into the ravine with a short cough, hurriedly choked back. He could not see the face or Identify the figure, but he knew the cough. He had heard It a hundred times; and, saying to himself, ’That’s John Scoville,* he whipped his horse up the hill and took the road to Claymore. “And he was right. A dozen fel lows started up at his call, but Sco ville was not among them. He had been out for two hours; which, the carter having heard, he looked down, but said nothing except ‘Come along, boyßi I’ll drive you to the turn of the bridge.' "But just as they were starting Sco ville appeared. He was hatless and disheveled and reeled heavily with liquor. He also tried to smile, which made the carter lean quickly down and with very little ceremony drag him up Into the cart. So with Sco ville amongst them they rode quickly back to the bridge, the landlord coughing, the men all grimly silent. “One flash of the lantern told the dismal tale. The man was not only dead, but murdered. His forehead had been battered In with a knotted stick; all his pockets hung out empty; and from the general disorder of his dress it was evident that his watch had been torn away by a ruthless hand. But the face they failed to recognize till some people, running down from the upper town, where the alarm had by this time spread, sent up the shout of ‘lt’s Mr. Etheridge! Judge Ostran der’s great friend. Let some one run and notify the Judge.' “But the fact was settled long be fore the Judge came upon the scene, and another fact, too. In beating the bushes they bad lighted on a heavy stick. When It was brought forward and held under the strong light made by a circle of lf.nterns a big movement took place in the crowd. The atick had been recognised. Indeed, it was well known to all Claymore men. They had seen it In Scovllle's hands a drzen times. Even he could not deny its ownership, explaining, T lost it ta these woods this afternoon. I nadn't anything to do with this killing.' “He had not been accused; but he found It impossible to escape after this, and at the instance of Coroner Haines he was carefully looked over and a small red rtbbon found in one of his pockets. He was immediately put under arrest and taken -to the city lockup.” A later paragraph: “The detectives were busy this morning, going over the whole ground In the vicinity of the bridge. “They were rewarded by two impor tant discoveries. The Impression of a foot In a certain soft place half-way up the bluff; and a small heap of fresh earth near by which, on being dug into, revealed the watch of the mur dered man. The broken chain lay with It. "The footprint has been measured. It coincides exactly with the shoe worn that night by the suspect." . . . “The prisoner continues to deny his guilt. The story he gives out is to the effect that he left the tavern some few minutes before seven o’clock, to look for his child, who had wandered Into the ravine. He had his stick with him, for he never went out with out it, but, finding it in his way, he leaned it against a tree. “He crossed the bridge and took the path running along the edge of the ravine. In doing this he came upon the body of a man in the black recesses of the hollow, a man so evi dently beyond all help that he would have hurried by without a second look if It had not been for the watch he saw lying on the ground close to the dead man’s side. “It was a very fine watch; it seemed better for him to take it into his own charge till he found some responsible person willing to carry it to police headquarters. “He dashed into the woods, and, tearing up the ground with his hands, buried his booty in the loose soil, and made for home. Even then he had no Intention of appropriating the watch, only of safeguarding himself, nor did he have any hand at all in the murder of Mr. Etheridge. This he would swear to; also, to the leav ing of the stick where he said.” . . . “Today John Scoville was taken to the tree where he insists he left his stick. The prisoner showed a sud den interest in the weapon and begged to see it closer. He pointed out where a splinter or two had been freshly whittled from the handle, and declared that no knife had touched it while it remained in his hands. But, as he had no evidence to support this state ment, the impression made by this declaration is not likely to go far He Was Hatlest and Disheveled. toward Influencing public opinion in hie favor." . . . Deborah sighed as she laid this clipping aside and took up another headed by a picture of her husband It was not an unhandsome face. In deed, It was his good looks which had prevailed over her judgment in the early days of their conrtshlp. Hea ther had Inherited her harmony of feature from him—the chiseled nose, the well-modeled chin and all the other physical graces which had made him a fine figure behind his bar. He had had no business worries; yet hla tem per was always uncertain. She had not often suffered from it herself, for her ascendancy over men extended even to him. But Reuther had shrunk before it more than once. TH» CHKTTMWK RECORD. Was not the man who could bring his hand down npon so frail and ex quisite a creature as Reuther was In those days capable of any act of vio lence? Yes;'but in this case he had been guiltless. She could not but con cede this evpn while yielding to ex treme revulsion as she laid his pic ture aside. The next slip she took up contained a eulogy of the victim; "The sudden death of Algernon Eth eridge has been in more than one sense a great shock to the community. Though a man of-passive, rather than active qualities, his scholarly figure, long, lean and bowed, has been seen too often in our streets not to be missed, when thus suddenly with drawn. “Why he should have become the target of Fate is one of the mysteries of'iife. His watch, which, aside from his books, was his moet valuable pos session, was the gift of Judge Ostran der. That it should be associated in any way with the tragic circumstances of his death is a source of the deepest regret to the unhappy donor.” This excerpt she hardly looked at; but the following ehe studied care fully; "Judge Ostrander has from the first expressed a strong desire that some associate judge should be called upon to preside over the trial of John Sco vllle for the murder of Algernon Eth eridge. But Judge Saunders’ sudden illness and Judge Dole’s departure for Europe have put an end to these hopee. Judge Ostrander will take his seat on the bench as usual next Mon day. Fortunately for the accused, his well-known judicial mind will prevent any unfair treatment of the defense.” "The prosecution, in the able hands of'District Attorney Foss, made all its points this morning. Unless the de fense has some very strong plea in the background the verdict seems fore doomed. A dogged look has replaced the callous and indifferent sneer on the prisoner’s face, and sympathy, if sympathy there is, is centered entire ly upon the wife, the able, agreeable and bitterly humiliated landlady of Claymore tavern. She it is who has attracted the most attention during this trial, little as she seems to court it.” We omit further particulars which followed to save repetition; but they were carefully conned by Deborah Scoville. Also the following: "The defence is in line with the statement already given out. The prisoner acknowledges taking the watch, but from motives quite opposed to those of thievery. Unfortunately he can produce no witnesses to sub stantiate his declaration that he had heard voices in the direction of the bridge while he was - wandering the woods in search of his lost child. No evidence of any other presence there is promised or likely to be produced. It was thought that when his wife was called to the stand she might have something to say helpful to his case. She had been the one to ultimately find and lead home the child, and, silent as she had been up to this time, it has been thought possible that she might swear to having heard these voices also. "But her testimony was very disap pointing. She had seen nobody but the child, whom she had found playing with stones In the old ruin. Though by a close calculation of time she could not have been far from Dark Hollow at the instant of the crime, yet neither on direct or cross examina tion could anything more be elicited from, her than what has been men tioned above. Nevertheless, we feel obliged to state that, irreproachable as her conduct was on the stand, the impression she made was, on the whole, whether Intentionally or unin tentionally, unfavorable to her hus band. “Some anxiety was felt during the morning session that an adjournment would have to be called, owing to Borne slight signs of indisposition on the part of the presiding judge. But he rallied very speedily, and the pro ceedings continued without interrup tion." “Ah 1 ’’ The exclamation escaped the lips of Deborah Scoville as she laid this clipping aside. “I remember his ap pearance well. He had the ghost of one of those attacks, the full force of which I was witness to this morn ing. I am sure of this now, though nobody thought of it then. Thappened to glance his way as I left the stand, and he was certainly for one minute without consciousness of himself or his surroundings. But it passed so quickly it drew little attention; not so the attack of today. What a mis fortune rests upon this man. Will they let him continue on the bench when hie full condition is known?” These were her thoughts, as she re called that day and compared it with the present. There were other slips, which she read. The fate of the prisoner was In the hands of the Jury. The possi bility suggested by the defense made no appeal to men who had the unfor tunate prisoner under their eye at every stage of the proceedings. The shifty eye, the hangdog look, out weighed the plea of hie counsel end the call for strict Impartiality from the bench. He was adjudged guilty of murder in the first degree, and sen tence called for. This was the end; and as she read these words the horror which over whelmed her was infinitely greater than when she heard them uttered in that fatal courtroom. For then she regarded him as guilty and deserving his fate, and now she knew him to be Innocent. When her eyelids finally obeyed the dictates of her will the first glimmer ing raye of dawn were beginning to scatter the gloom of her darkened chamber! CHAPTER VI. The Bhadow. Bela was to be buried at four. As Judge Ostrander prepared to lock hla gate behind the simple cortege which was destined to grow into a vast crowd before It reached the cemetery, he was stopped by the sergeant, who whispered In his ear: “I thought your honor might like to know that the woman —” "Have you found out who she is?" “No, sir. The man couldn’t very well ask her to lift her veil, and at the tavern they have nothing to say about her.” . “It’s a email matter. I will see her myself today and find out what she wants of me. Meanwhile remember that I leave this house and grounds “Have You Found Out Who She la?” absolutely to your protection for the next three hours. I shall he known to be absent, so that a more careful watch than ever is necessary. Not a man, boy or child is to climb the fence. I may rely on you?” "You may, judge.” “On my return you can all go. I will guard my own property after to day. You understand me, sergeant?” "Perfectly, your honor.” *••••* • Spencer’s Folly, to the judge, ap proaching It from the highway, waa as ugly a sight as the world contained. He hated its arid desolation and all the litter of blackened bricks blocking up the site of former feastings and reckless merriment. Most of all, he shrank from a eight of the one corner still intact where the ghosts of dead memories lingered, making the whole place horrible to his eye and one to be shunned by all men. The cemetery from which he had come looked leaa lonesome to his eyes and far less omi nous. No sign remained of pillar or door way—only a gap. Toward this gap he stepped, feeling a strange reluo tance in entering it. But he had no choice. He knew what he should see— No, he did not know what he should see. for when he finally stepped in it was not an open view of the hol low which met his eyes, but the purple clad figure of Mrs. Averill with llttls Peggy at her side. He had not ex pected to see the child, and, standing as they were with their backs to him, they presented a picture which, foi some reason to be found in the myste rious recesses of his disordered mind, was exceedingly repellent to him. The noise he made should havo caused Deborah's tall and graceful figure to turn. But the spell of hei own thoughts was too great; and ho would have found himself compelled to utter the first word, if the child, who had heard him plainly enough, had not dragged at the woman's hand and so woke her from her dream. (TO BE CONTINUED.) An Optimist. When you band a lemon to u op tlmlst he will dig up a little sugar and a little something else and a little hot water and make himself comfortable —Cincinnati Enquirer. 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