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The Clinton News-Record, 1909-10-07, Page 7October 7011 1909 Clinton News -Record G. IlieTAAIGART D. MoTAGOART McTaggart Bros. eee-BANKERSeeee 101•••••••••••11 A. GENERAL !BANKING BUSI- NESS TRANSACTED. NOTES DISCOUNTED. DRAFTS ISSUED INTELEST ALLOWED ON DE- POSITS. SALE NOTES PUB,C1-1- ASED. — H. T. RANCE, - -- NOTARY PUBLIC, CONVEY- ANCER, FINANCIAL., REAL TATE AND FIRE INSUR- E AGENT. REPRESEN- TING 14 FIRE INSURANCE COMPANIES. DIVISION COURT OFFICE, CLINTON. W. BRYDONE, BARRISTER, SOLICITOR NOTARY. PUBLIC. ETC. OFFICE -Sloane Blec.k-CI INTON. CHARLES B. HALE Conveyancers, Commissioners, Real Estate and Insurance Agency. Money to loan. ......... OFFICE - - - HURON ST. tiopmg•••• DR. W. GUNN L. R. C. P., L. R. C. S. Edinburg Office -Ontario street, Clinton. /ROM calls at front door of office or at residence on Rattenbury street. An unItnovvn man iumped from the upper steel arch bridge into the Nia- gara River and was drowned. 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The session was prolonged past the noon hour, and when Felder rested his case it seemed that all that was possi- ble had been said. He had done bis ut- most. He had drawn from the people of Smoky Mountain a dramatic story and had tilled in its outlines with color, force and feeling. And yet as he dos- ed the lawyer felt a sick sense of fail- ure. Court adjourned for an !err, and in the interim Felder remained in a little room in the building,. whither Dr. Brent was to send hie, sandwiches and coffee from the hotel. "You made a fine effort. Tom," the latter said as they stood for a moment In the emptying courtroom. "You're doing wonders with no ease, and the town ought to send you to congress on the strength of it! I declare, some of your evidence made me feel as mean as a dog about the reseal. though I knew all the time he was as gueey as the devil." The lawyer shook his head. "I don't blame you, Brent," he said, "for you don't know him as I do. I have seen much of him lately, been often with him, watched him under stress, for he doesn't deceive himself; he has no thought of acquittal! We none of us knew Hugh Stires. We put him down for a shallow, vulgar blackleg, without redeeming qualities. But the man we are trying is a gentleman, a refined and cultivated man of taste and feel - lug. I have learned his true character during these days." . "Well," said the other, "if you be- lieve in him, so much the better. You'll make the better speech for it. Tell me one thing. Where was Miss Holme?" "I don't know." -Farm and Isolated Town Property- -Only Insured- -OFFICERS - J. B. McLean, President, Seaforth P 0. ; Thos. Fraser, Vice -President Brucefield P. O.; T. E. Hays, Sec. Treasurer, Seaforth P. 0- -Directors - William Shesney, Seaforth ; Joh Grieve, Winthrop; George Dale, Sea forth; John Watt, Harloek ; John Bennewies, Brodhagan ; James Evan Beechwood; James Connolly, Holmesville. -AGENTS- Robert Smith, Harlock ; E. 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At a farther station, hoiveter, she was able to takes a night train -back, 'arriving again at Twin Peaks in the gray dawn of the next morning: • • • When the 'train for which she waited came in, the curtained car at its end, she did not wait for the -bishop Le find heron the platfoem, buteteppen aboard, and tunde herl way slowly. bade It started again as she threaded the last Pullman. to find the bishop on its rear platform peering oat auxiousiy at the receding station. • ' He took bothher bands ttud drew her .into the empty drawing room. He was startled at her pallor. 1 kuow," he said .pitylugly. "1 have heard." She winced. 'Does Anistoti know?", "Yes," he answered. "Yesterday's newspapers. told it." .. • She put ber hand en his. arm. "Cau you guess why I was comiug hotne?" she ashed. "it was to tell Harry San- derson! 1 know of the tire," she went on quickly, "and of his injury. 1 cap guess you waut to spare hin) strain or • excitement, but 1 must tele fle .reflected a enornent. Lie thought • he guessed what was in her unind. if there was any one who had ever had au influence over Hugh' for geed it was Harry Sanderson. Ile . himself, he thought, had none. Perhaps, 'remem• - bering their old comradeship, she was longing novv to have this influence ex- erted to bring Hugh to a better mind. thinking of his eternal welfare, of his making his poem with his Maker, "Very well." he seld. equine," atid led the way into the car, • ' Jessica followed, her hands clinched tightly." She saw the couch, the profile on its cuehlons turned toward the win - does where forest and stream slipped past -a face curiously -like Yet it was different, lacking the Other's strength, even it., refinement. And • this man had molded Hugh! Those vague thoughts -lost themselves in- stantly in the momentous surmise that filled her imaginetion, The bishop put out his hahd and touched the reined arm. The trepidation that darted Into the bandaged fate AS It Aimee upon the girlish fighre, the frosty fear that blanched the haggard countenance, spoke Hugh's surprise and dread. It was she, and she knew the real Harry Sanderson was in Smoky MOuntaln. Had she heard of the chapel !Ire, guessed the itnposture and Om° to denottnee him, the guilty husband She had euch retiadn to hate? The twitch- ing linibe Stiffened, "Jessica!" he said hi a hoarse whisper, "Harry,“ bald the bishop, "Jessica is in great trouble. She luto'come with sad . . . . news. Tingle her husband, your old college mate, is in a terrible position. Ile is accused of murder. I kept the newspapers from yon today because they told of it." She had caught the meaning of the pity in his tone -for her, not for Hugh. "Ale" she cried passionately. lifting her head, "but they did not tell it alit Did tbey tell you that he is unjustly, wickedly accused by an enetny? That. though tbey tnay convict him. he is in- nocent --innocent?" The bisimp looked at her In surprise. In spite of all the past -the shameful. conscienceless past and her owe wrong ,-she loved and believed lu her bus - band! Hugh's hand lifted. wavered an in- stant before his brow. Did she say he was innocent? "I don't -understand," be said hoarsely. Jessica's wide eyes fastened on his as though to search his secret soul. "I will tell it all," she said. "then you wilt understand," The bishop drew a chair close, but her gaze did not waver from the fnee on the cushions - the face which she must read! As she told the broken tale the car was still, save for the labored, irreg- ular breathing of the prostrate man and the nsuflied fear that penetrated the walls, a multitudinous, elfin din. "You see," she ended. "that is why I .know he is innocent You cannot" - her eyes held Hugh's - "you. cannot doubt it, can you?" Hugh's tongue wet his parched lips. A .tremor • ran through him. He did not an- swer. Jessica started to her feet. Self poSsession w a s falling from her. She .sehs rghting to seize the vital knowledge that evaded her. She held out her hand. . In the palm small emblem lay, . "I don't understand." a plat'e wee silent save for the throb °I tween verdict and penality-not enoug", the halted engine, and the shadow or doubtless. for the problem to solve R- ate trait' ou the frosty platform qulv self. For the only solution possible teed like criminal. A block away was Hugh's dying in the hospital at Ip saw hhe eourthonee. Knots or peo Aniston. sq long as the other lived pin were standing about its door well; Ing for what? A tit of trembling :wii'oe ed hint. MI his years Huge had been a moral Me! The satne error which put the coward. Life to 11111 had been sweet rope about his own neck would fold for 'the groeser, niaterial• pleasures It the real Hugh in the odor of sanctity. held. He had cared for nobody, had He would lie in the little jail yard in feiou's grave. and Hugh In the ceme- tery on the hill beneath a marble mon- ument erected by St. James' parish to the Rev. Henry Sanderson. In the doeit or in the cell, with the death watch sitting at its door, it was all one. He had elected the path, and it 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 inenhood had trusted. If It exacted thb 'final tribute for thee rlbald 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 eciurtroom sank to stillness itself. The jury had taken their places. Their looks were sober and downcast The' judge was in his seat. his hand combing his beard. Har- ry faced him ealtnly. The door of a _side room was partly open, and a girre white face loohed in, but he did not see. "Gentlemen of the jury, have you ar- rived at ti verdict?" "'We have."' There was a confusion in the hall - abrupt voices and the• sound of feet. The crowd stirred,. and the judge frewningly lifted his gavel. "What say you, guilty or not guilty?" • The foreman did not answer.,_• ele was leaning forward, looking over the heads of the crowd. "The judge stood . up. People turned, and •the room was suddenly e -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 tigure-,a man whose 'ace, ghastly and convulsed, was partly swathed in band- ages. At the door of the judge's room a girl -stood transfixed end staring. The crowd gasped. They saw the familiar profile, a rep/1ca of the pris- oner's; the mark that slanted across the • brow, the eyes preternaturally bright and fevered. e A pale faced. breathless meo. in dee- ,. ical dress pushed forward through the press as the figure stopped -thrust out ' his hands blindly. "Not -guilty. your honor!" he said: As cry came from the prisoner at the bar. He leaped toward -him as he fell and caught him in his arms. The group hi the judge's room was fleshed 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 man who he must play out the role. And if Hugh did die, but died too late? What it satire on truth and jus - held nothing. sacred. Ile had now ottly , to keep silenee, let Harry Sanderson P113' the penalty, and Ite need (Irene no more. Hugh 'Stires, to the persuasion of the law, would be dead. As soon as might be he coulti, disappear, as the rector of St..latnes• had disappeared be- fore. Ile might change hie name and live at ease in some quarter of the world. bis alartn laid forever. But a worse thing would beget him to scare his sleep -he would be doubly blood guilty! In the awful moment while he clung to the iron bars of the collapsing rose window, with the flames clutching at him, Hugh had looked into hell and shivered before the judgment, "The wages of sin 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 uovv. • For the one redcounter that had peen a symbol of a day- of. pelt living he could render a deed that would make requital for those unpaid days. He would not have played the coward's part. It would repair the wrong he had done Jessica. He would have made expiation. Forgiveness and pity, not reproeches 'and shame,would foie 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 fah into the hands of the liv- ing God! He made his way again to the door. and unlocked it It. was only to cross that space. to speak.. and then .the grimbrick building and the penalty,. With a tioarse cry he slammed. the door and frantically locked it. The edge of the searchingpainwas upon him agate... He stumbled beck to the couch and fell across It !ace down, dragging the gusttions in. frantic haste over his head to shut out the 'sick throbbing of the Steam that seemed • shuddering .at the fate his cowering soul dared not face. . ' • of gold. • "By this cress," she cried with des- perate earnestness, el ask you for the truth. It is his life or death-leugh's life or death! He did not kill Dr. Mo- reau. Who did?" -Hugh had shrunk back on the couch, ...his face ghastly. "I know' nothing - nothing:" he stammered. "Do not ask me!" • The bishop had • tisen in alarm. He thought her hysterical. "Jessical. Jes- sica!" he exclaimed.. He threw his • • arm about her and led her from the couch. You don't know. whet you are • saying. You are beside yourself." ree forced her into the drawing ream and Made • her sit down. She was .'tense and quivering. The cross fell from her ' hand. and he stooped and picked It up. "Try,. to calm yourself," he said.."to think of other things for a fee, mo. unents, 'This little cross -1 wonder how you come to have it? 1 ghee it tci Sanderson last May to commemorate his ordination." Ile twisted it open. "See, here is the date. May 28. .That was the day 1. gave it to hint." • She gore n quick gaspe and the laht vestige of. color faded froin her cheek. She looked at him In a stricken way.' "Lest May!" shesaid faintly. • Harry Sanderson bad . been in Aniston. ,then. on the 'day; Dr. eioreau had been mur- dered. • Her house of cards .fell. She bad beet] mistaken! She leaned her, head back against the cushion. and Closed her eyes. Presently she felt a cold glass touch her lips. • "Here Is some water," the bishop's yam said. "You- are better, are you hot? • Poor child! Yon have been through a terrible strain. I would give the world to -help you if 1. eould." He left her. and she sat.dully trying to think.The regular jar of the trucks • had set itself to ti rhythm-ne hope, ne hope, no hope! . She. knew now that there was none. When the bishop ree entered she did not turn her head. He sat beside her awhile, • and she was aware' again of his voice, speaking soothingly. At moments thereafter he was there, at others •she knewthat she was alone, but was uneonscious of. the flight of time. She knew only that the • day was fading. On the chilly. whirl- ing landscape she saw enly a crowded room. a jury •bo, a judge' bench and Hugh before it, listening to the gien. tence that would take him from her forever. The bright sunlight was mer- cilessly, 'satanically tenet and God a sneering monster turning a crank. Into her conscious view grew distant snowy ranges, hills unrolling at their feet, a straggling town, a staring white courthouse and a grim low building beside it. She rose steniblingly, the train quiveritig to the brakes, as the bishop entered. "This Is Stuoky Mountain," she said with numb lips. "That Is the building where he is being tried. I 11111 going there now." The bishop opened the door and gave her his hand to the platform. Tite train was to stop but ten militate. Ile stood *a moment watching tier as she crossed to the street: then. with the sadness deep in his heart, entered the station to send a telegram. • -TIMETABLE- Trains Will •arrive at and depart from Clinton Station 'as follows *. BUFFALO AND GODERICH flIV 7.35 a. m, 3.07 pen. 5.15 p. M. 11.07 a. In. 1.25 p. n. 6.40 I p.m. 11.28 p. M. dt BRI1C8 7.60 a. m, 4.23 p.m. ILO() a. m, 6 36' p m Going East 44 44 44 Si Going West It 44 II Si 44 SI LONDON, !HURON Going South 44 gi Going North 14 . 44 O • • s . •• * • • The groups outside the cointeoteet. made way .deferentially for Jessica. but she Was uneonecious o1 it. Some One asked a question.on the.steps, and. she heard the answer, L"Thestate has jest finished, find the judge ischarg-• teg," . •• • • The narrow hall wee filled, and, though all who saw gave her instant place,- the space beyond the Meer door. was crowded beyond the posslbility of Passage. .See could see the judge's bench; with its sedate, gray bearded figure, the jury . bet at the left. the moving. restless faces' about it, set like a hying mosaic. • • She became aware -suddenly that the figure at the high bench was speaking. liad been speaking he along: " "With the prisoner's later career In Smoky Mountain they .had nothing to di) nor had the law. The question It asked -the out" question it asked-wes, 'Did be kill Moreau?' They might. be loath to believe the same 111210 C111111bI0 of such contradietory acts --the •cour• ageons salving oe a child .froth 'death, for exnmplee and the shooting down ot a fellow mortal in cold blood -but it had been truly 'said that such contrasts were not impossible -nay. were eve!! • matters of common observation. l'rej• udiee and bias aside. andsympathe and liking aside, they coestituted. a tri. bunal of justiee. ehhis the state had a • right to &mend. and this they, tht 'jury, had made ecileinn oath ite give." • The words bad no meanieg for hei ears. "'What did he say?" she wil1s. pered to herself piteously. She eaughl but a glimpse of the prisoner as tht sheriff touched his arm and led tht way quickly to the door through white, he had been brought. It opened and closed upon thee'. tete the tension of the packed room brokt all•At once In a greet restaratioti of re• lief and a 11117.7. of conversation. A voice spoke beside her. It was Dr Brent. "Come with me," he said "Felder asked tee to watch for you We cap wait in the judge's room." - " * • • * • • * Hugh's haggard face peered after them through a rift In a window cur - fain. What could she have suspected? Not the trethi And only that eceild be- tray him Presently the bishop tented return, the train would start again. and this spot of terror would be behind him. What had he to do with Harry SanderSon? He bethought himself stuidenly of the door. lf some one should come In upon him! With a qUitini of fear he stood up. staggered 0 it and turned the key In the lock. There was not the %limited buzz abent .the station. Thi fr. * Chapter 3 I EANWIIILE in the nar row cell Harry Wes alone with his bitterness. 1141 judicial sense, keenly alive, from the very Orst had appreciated the woe, ful weakness; evldential. ly speaking, of his post tion. He had no illtislons on this sod& A little while -after ouch deliberation as Was decent and Seemly -and tiC' would be a condeMhed criminal. wait Ing in the shadow of the hempen 110086. In such localities justiee wat own There would he ocant time be his eyes,' ''ap'you-tiaink it will -count -when I cash in?" But Harry's answer Hugh did not hear. He had passed out of the sound of nsortal speech forever. • • • 41 * There came a day when the brown ravines of Smoky Mountain laughed in. genial sunshine, when the tangled. thickets and the foliaged reaches, painted with the careinal and bIshop's purple of late autumn, flushed and steered to the touch of their golden. lover and the silver water gushing through the flumes sang to a quicker melody. There was no wind. Every- where save for the breathing life of the forest was dreamy beauty and waiting peace. In the soft stillness Harry stood on the doorstep of the hillside cabin for the last time. Below him in the gulch • WILL son? Ile dropped on hts knees and took her lutncls and kissed teem: the light 'glanced and verified from the running flume, and beyond glim- mered. the long street of the town where the dead past 01 Satan Sander- son had been buried forever and the old remorseful pate of conscience had found its surcease. In the far distance, a tender haze softening their outline, stood the violet silhouette of the end- ing ranges, and far beyond them lay. Aniston, where whited his newer life, • his newer, 'better work and the hope that was the April of his dreams. . Since that tragic day in the court- room he had seen Jessica ' once only - in the hour when the bishop's solemn "dust to dust" had been. spoken above the man who had been her husband. One •thought had comforted him -the twain of Smoky Mountain had never • known, • need never know, the secret of her wifehood. And Aniston was far away. About the cording of Hugh in- . jured and dying to his rescue • would be thrown a glamour of knight errantry, that would bespeak charity. of judg- ment. When Jessica went back to the 'white house in the aapens• she would meet onlytenderness and sympathy. And that was well. . He shut the door. of his cabin and, whistling to his dog, climbed the steep path where the wrinkled creeper flung its splash of ,scarlet and along the trail to, the %Knob, under the needled song of the redwoods. There in the dappled shade stood. Jessica's rock statue, and now it looked upon two mounds.. The . prodigal had returned at last, father and son rested side be side, and that, . too, was well. • ••• ' He. went. stoney 'through the •brown. hollows to the winding mountain road, crossed it and entered thedenserfor- est He wanted to see once more the dear Inset where he and .Jessica had met -that deep, sweet day before the , rude awakening. He walked de in a reverie; his thoughts were very fat away. He stopped suddenly. There before him was the little knoll where she had stood waiting on the threshold of his palace of enchantment that one roseate morning. And she was there today - not standing With parted lips and eaget s ,eyes under the twittering trees. but ly- . • ing face down on the moss, her -red . bronze hair shaming the gold of the fallen leaves. ' There' was a gesture in the out- stretched arms flint caught at his heart. He • stepped forward,. and at • the sound she looked up. startled. He saw . the creeping color that mounted to her brow, the proud yet passionate hunger of her eyes He • dropped 'on his knees and took bet hands and • kissed them. "My dear love that is!" he whispered. "My dearer wife that is to be!" ' THE END. 111 . rTh •"Not--putity. your honor!" he said. had made expiation Stood the bishop and Harry Sanderson. Jessica knelt beside it. and the judge and those who stood near •hhis In the background knew that the curtain .was falling upon a etrange find tangled drama of life and love and death. After the one long, sobbing cry off realization. throughout the excitement and confusion. Jessica • hadbeen strangely Calm. She read the swift certainty in Dr. Brent's face, and sho 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 one to whom she had given her love at Smoky Mountain. at whom she dared not look -had been her lover, was HOW In very truth her husband. roiled about her in a stinging mist But as she knelt .by the sofa the hand that chafed the nerveless one was firm. sued she witie.d the odd lips deftly end'ten- de1%3'4 r:1'h eyes were filming. That hat, rowing struggle of soul, that convul- sive effort of the Injured body, had demanded its price. The direful agony and its weakness had seized hire. Ills stiffening fingers were slipping front the ledge of life. find he knew it He heard the bishotes earnest voice speaking front the void. "Love-corer- e.th-all -Ai Ws" The words seemed to stand out sharply, with black gulfs of nothingness between. They roused his • fading senses, (-ailed them back to the outpost of feeling "Not because' I -loved." he said. 91 -was beentisc-1-tvae afraid!" . Flidee as his habit of life had been, in that moment only the intre truth re- mained. With a lest effort the delng Man thrust his hand Into his peeket, drew Out a stnall. battered, red disk and laid It in the other's hand. "Satan," he 'whispered as Harry bent over him end the dicker ot light tell to Luck of Cards, Cards even possess a folklore of their own in addition to figuring in our literature. During an inquiry in- to an eighteenth century fire it was discovered that the outbreak occerren as the result of the housekeeper'S flinging a pack of cards in the grate because she had lost three rubbers running. She explained in evidence that before taking this extreme step she had changed chairs, had a fresh' pack and ordered the page boy to eit crosslegged in order to bring hergood' luck. Modern players solemnly rise and tern their chairs round three 'times when luck has gone amiss, and most bridge players choose their fee- orith colors When they have choice of cards. -London Standard, Sonia Laughs. An American traveler in Europe re- marks the Italian laugh as languid. but musical, the German as deliberate. the Frenchas opasmodic and uncer- tain, the upper class English as guard- ed and not always genuine, the lower !lass English as explosive, the Scotch ot atu dames as hearty and the Web Is !Wicking. of. •