IN THE SHADOW OF SHAME By Fitzgerald Molloy Copyright by E. Fitzgerald Molloy. Syuopstß of Preceding Chapters Olive liuinbartoti, after the le.vjal depuration from her brutal liushund, becomes u successful aut hoiess lives quietly with her daughter, Veronica, in n< ton Road, St. John's Wood, London. Bsr bDM baud see ret I > return* to London and by letter makes further demands fur money. Her cousin, Valerius ttalbraith, a man «>t independent Wealth* who hits heen In love wit li her since early vouth, call# to any ; iie.vell beioreHturtiucon a trip to ICffypt. A t«»rt n!"hf. later (dive iJuinoarton Is found in her library fn.hi 1 1 L" a dfurserover the dead body of her husband. ;?he N > uspected of the murder and fa arretted. Infectives »iiv put ou the ease. George iiontock, the publisher, oners to aid Mrs, Dumbarton. CHAPTER VT. The murmur of a restless crowd, the shuffling of feet, the noise of jurymen taking their places, the whispering of newspaper reporters, the quick tread of policemen passing to and fro, the rustle •if lawyers' papers, and the banging of doors ceased; an absolute silence fell upon all as Olive Dumbarton took the place assigned to her in the Coroner's Court. In front of the unhappy woman, •.\l;> was dressed in black and heavily veiled, sat her solicitor, George Coris, l:e idi- her George Bostock, with Dr. Q : . Mid his son. Her daughter and the servants were in an adjoining room, it being considered desirable that each witness should be examined out of the hearing of the others. After the preliminaries, including the call of the roll of jurors, the identifica tion of the deceased, and the statement regarding the cause of his death given bv Dr. Quave, the coroner addressed the jury. These proceedings, he said, were held to inquire truly not only how the man David Dumbarton came to his death, bin likewise to enable the jury to decide, if possible, by whom that death bad been caused. He would lay before them as briefly and as plainly as possible the statements of this case. "It Is, therefore, uiy ituty to commit you." : In? deceased, David Dumbarton, h'd .'in; eighteen years ago married a lady I ;-!mut live years his junior. Though their domestic life began in happiness, it was soon overclouded by misery. After a period on which it would be too painful ] to enter, David Dumbarton deserted his wife, only to strive to rejoin her when -lie had earned independence and fame by her industry and talents. A compro mise was then arrived at between hus band and wife. For a certain sum he consented that a legal separation should be granted her, and having received this, he left England, promising never to mo lest her. Unfortunately for himself, this prom ise was not kept, for after a little more than five years' absence he returned to London and immediately wrote a letter which would be read in ihe course of evidence, a letter, as they would see, j which contained more of a demand than a request. The next and principal fact was that on the night of the 21st of September David Dumbarton entered his wife's house in the Ilexton Road, St. John's Wood, and was there found dead at her feet, they being the sole occupants of the room where the tragedy occurred, while the knife which undoubtedly caused his death was seen in her hand. They , would hear the evidence, and it would be for them to decide whether the case should be sent to another court or not. Then Olive Dumbarton was called. 111 a low tone, and without hesitation, she answered the questions addressed to her by the coroner, in this manner tell ing the story of the scene which ended in her husband's tragic death. Then came the queries that touched the case more closely, to all of which she replied simply, clearly, ingeniously. The inaid was next summoned, who deposed to hearing her mistress cry out as if she had been struck, and soon after hearing a man's voice call for help, whereon she had rushed to the room from where the noise proceeded, there to see Mrs. Dumbarton with a knife in her hand bending above the deceased, who was lying 011 the floor. Witness then ran out of the house in search of a policeman, with whom she returned. Veronica, Martin, the policeman, Dr. Quave and Detective Inspector Mack worth having been cross-examined by Mrs. Dumbarton's solicitor, he proceeded to state his defence; and he, being rec- ognized as one of the cleverest men in his profession, the jury settled itself to hear him with expectation and interest. The case before them, George Coris said, in a low, earnest voice, and with plain, impressive manner, was one of the most extraordinary that had ever come before that or any other court; extraor i dinary not merely because of the interest | it had created, but because of the cir cumstances under which the crime had been committed, and of the suspicions which these same circumstances cast upon an innoent woman. Inasmuch as none of those who gave evidence had ! actually seen the blow dealt to the de ceased by which be had lost his life, their I testimony was therefore entirely circum stantial. | There was no need to dwell upon the j unhappy married life led by the deceased j and his wife, save to point out the vicious career he had followed. If a man could not only alienate the affections, but injure, deceive anil aban don his wife, his best friend, the mother of his child, how badly could he behave toward others of his sex? lie had for years led a wandering and misguided life among companions as reckless as himself; and, what was more probable than that he had been guilty of one of those wrongs which the law is slow, if not powerless, to punish, but which, touching men 011 the tenderest points of their affection and of their honor, they are sure to avenge. Here was the probable key to the mys tery surrounding the crime. Some man who considered himself injured beyond endurance had sought and found revenge for his wrongs. It was lawful to pre sume that while approaching his wife's house the deceased had met with the avenger, when to seek help and refuge David Dumbarton had rushed through the garden and into the presence of his wife, who, 011 his asking for aid, had drawn from his breast the knife with which an unknown hand had stabbed him. The whole bearing of the case would point to such a conclusion and to the innocence of the woman who was the unhappy victim of suspicion. As she had stated, she neither knew nor suspected that he would call upon her that even ing. Had he desired to have an inter view with her, there was no reason why he should not have gone to the hall door instead of rushing across the grass and flower beds to enter by an open window. Then, as regards the knife by which the murder had been committed: The servants in their cross-examination had sworn that they had never seen it be fore the night of the tragedy. It was surely impossible to think the weapon had been bought and secreted by this lady for the purpose of assassinating her husband at such a time and under such circumstances as would favor the deed. No; the knife belonged to the person who had struck the blow to avenge him self for wrong perpetrated by the de ceased. Indeed, there was not sufficient motive apparent for suspecting this injured wo man of committing this horrible act. Nothing could have been more easy than for her to have obtained a divorce had she so wished. There was no neces sity for her to seek freedom by causing his death. Mrs. Dumbarton was a wo man of blameless life, and all who knew her could bear witness that hers was not the wicked, depraved and malig' nant heart that had conceived and car ried out such a crime. There was no necessity to say more to any enlightened body of men, and he would ask the jury, as men of judgment and lovers of justice, to return a ver dict which would free this suffering lady. fleorse Coris sat down at the conclu sion of his speech with a sense of satis- I faction at having done his best for his client, but likewise with the knowledge that his case was weak and his arguments inconclusive. «" The coroner then summed up the evi dence. Evening had come before he had finished his remarks, and the jury had retired to consider their verdict. Olive Dumbarton, sensitively conscious to all that went on around her, pre- PICTORIAL MAGAZINE AND COMIC SECTION served a calmness that she felt was un natural, her emotions were frozen, the tide of her life seemed to stand still. Those around her, George Bostock, her solicitor. Dr. Quave, betrayed their ex citement by their restlessness arid by the anxious manner with which they re garded her. It was a relief to her and to her friends when the jury once more entered the court. In another moment the foreman of the jury declared that they were unanimous in their opinion that David Dumbarton had met his death by being stabbed in the breast, and that the fatal blow had been struck by bis wife. The verdict was received in profound silence, broken by the coroner's voice as he proceeded to explain the difference between murder and manslaughter, with a view to helping them to their decision as to which form of crime had been committted by Olive Dumbarton. Without quitting the box, the jury gave it as their opinion that the case before them was one of manslaughter. The coroner then, turning toward the black-robed, immovable figure which was the center of all observation, said: "Olive Dumbarton, the jury have in quired into the cause attending the de mise of your husband, and have come to the conclusion he met his death at your hands. It is, therefore, my duty to commit you to the next assizes, to be holden at the Old Bailey, there to take your trial upon that charge.'' CHAPTER VII. It was late one evening—while Olive Dumbarton and her daughter were in the drawing-room, when Valerius Galbraith was announced. Roth started at sound of his name, and, looking up. kept their eves fixed on him with something of sur prise in their expression, for even in that first glance they saw how changed was the man before them from him who had parted from them little more than a week before. The freshness and buoyancy which had been his chief characteristics had given place to an expression of pain and anx iety; bis prominent blue eyes, which had ever sparkled with pleasure, were now clouded bv grief; lines were for the first time visible in his face, that sedulous .-are of his personal appearance which formerly gave the impression of elegance was now conspicuous by its absence, and he looked every year of his age. "Olive!" he exclaimed, grasping her extended hand in both his own. "I knew you would come back, and I am glad you have," she said. "Of course T returned the moment I heard of—of this terrible affair," he re plied. "I sent a tclepram to Paris the day after it happened." "I had left bv then. It was in Brin disi I first read of bis death. You can imagine the shock I received. I have hardly slept since. Then I came back as soon as I could, and only reached town a couple of hours ago." "I suppose you have heard all?" "All that the newspapers could tell me " "About the Coroner's Court and the verdict?" she said, in a troubled voice. "Yes, yes," he answered, struggling with his emotion. "It's terrible to think that yon should suffer thus—you who would not injure any living tiling; you have already endured so much." "Tell me, Valerius," she said in a hesi tating voice, "did you at first, even for a moment, think T was guilty? - ' "You guilty?" he cried nut. "Never, never! T knew you were innocent." "Ft makes me almost happy to hear you so, to know that my friends don't helieve me guilty. You are aware, of course, that circumstances are all against me?" "So I gather. Rut let me hear all." "There is little to tell that you have not already read," she began by saying, and she went over the details of the case which _ were ever present in her mind, dwelling on the narrow compass which surrounded the case, and seemed to fasten the guilt upon her. "Then there's no absolute clew?" "Not that I know of, at leant," Olive Dumbarton replied. "Except the knife," suggested Ver onica. "The knife?" Valerius repeated, turn ing toward the girl. "I had forgotten that,'' Olive remarked. "Mackworth, the detective, hopes it may help him to discover the owner." "But is there nothing else togo upon?" he asked. "Nothing at present," Olive answered, and something in the sound of her voice and in the expression of her face be trayed the depths of that despair to which at moments she was driven, "Ah, Olive,'' he said suddenly and ve hemently, _ as if carried away by an ir resistible impulse, "if you had listened to me long ago, how much pain might you and I have been spared; how much hap piness might we have known?" "Valerius," she exclaimed, reproach fully. "Forgive me. I don't know what T :am saying to-night. I did not mean to blame you now, least of all, when you suffer most. I cannot control myself to night, but t will leave you at once. God knows I have no desire to add to your vexations, flood-night." I "Good-night," she replied, holding out her hand. As he took it in his own a quiver passed through his frame. lie turned from her almost abruptly, but before he reached the door Veronica entered and Said: "Doctor Quave cannot come to-night, mother." "Very well, dear." "But Quinton j s here," Veronica Said, somewhat shyly, "and says he would like to see you, mother." "In the dining-room." "Ask him to come here. You remem ber Quinton Quave," Olive said to her cousin as Veronica quitted the room. "Yes, very well." "He has taken his degrees and gives great promise of lieing a very clever doctor. He and his parents have been most kind to me since—since—that ter rible night." Valerius remembered that Dr. Quave and his son were among the first who had come upon the scene of the tragedy, and he felt interested in seeing the young man, with whom, on his entering the room, h«' shook hands. (To be continued.) FEATS OF DEPRIVATION There are three alive who have gone without food for thirty-three days, and one who has denied himself any nourishment for forty-five. The latter record holder is Herr Sacco, who has publicly fasted in Vienna for forty days and nights, in London for forty-five and in Pan's for forty-two. Inclosed in a ventilated glass chamber, so as to be under observation all the time, watched day and night by wit nesses, he took no food for 10.S0 hours. In that time the aye«gc jtitjn would have taken about one JnjrKirerce with me, though, that it is the hus band more often than the wife. "A happening of a day or two ago pre With Your Name j ust ihe Thing COMRR THOUSAND ■ LI CJ& POCKET BOOKS / \ I Going to OiVe Them Away l m I ill- JI e ?i est n F arm i Paper '"the World—"The Metropolitan and J v yttt**, »*PS I Rural HOfTie. Before I was a publisher, I was a farmer. Now lam intensely A"/ iMLi SJ • interested m Doth. I believe farming and publishing are the greatest and best businesses I? > -fW Igoing. Sometimes I even think fanning beats publishing. \ * '4l *. And now—just to show you how I feel toward farmers, I want to give five thousand of V 5 them each one of these Pocket Books. If you are a farmer, I want to give you one. 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A woman in showing her purchase ( the other day—a five by six inch bag, ' which cost $45 —explained that a gold I bag, jewel mounted, such as she ordi | narily carried in town, did not go well with summer morning costumes. "We sell almost as many of the Ger man silver as of the real thing, and to persons of wealth, too," said a clerk. "They cost only about one-quarter the price of the finer silver bags, they wear well and look almost as smart. The kid lining in most of them is adjustable, and may be removed and cleaned." A novelty in metal collars designed after the fashion of the strings of pearl dog collars, is tnade of perhaps twenty or thirty strands of flexible silver chain as slender as line wire, fastened at the front, back and sides against very nar row, two and one-half inch long silver bars. One inch wide jeweled collars . worn with collarless waists are consid- I ered almost a necessity by some women. I Few real jewels are used in these col lars, the better liked varieties showing gold of open work pattern, alternating with oblongs and squares of colored stones. t scnts a vivid and sad picture of too many marriages. "An old couple came in front the coun- I try with a big basket of lunch to see the circus. " The lunch was heavy. The old wife was carrying it. As they crossed a crowded street the husband held out his hand and said: " 'Gimme that basket, Hannah.' "The poor old woman surrendered the basket with a grateful look. " 'That's real kind o' ye, Joshua,' she quavered. " 'Kind ?' orrunted the old mail. 'Gosh, 1 yvuz afeard ye'd git lost.'" UNCLE SAM'S LAND Ijjiited States is the largest owner of real estate in the world, with the single exception of Russia. ffie total area of the public land, states and territories, exclusive of Alaska —containing 368,030,795 acres—is '■4H,503,865 acres. Of this area BOS._>QS.- 475' acres have been disposed of, leaving 63.;j208,309 acres the title of which is still in the government, or its wards, the Indians. Of this great area, however, 18.",717.208 acres are included in Indian, forest, military, and other reservations and withdrawals, leaving 449,491,182 acres of unappropriated, unsold, and un | reserved public lands, exclusive of Alaska. I he government, therefore, has finally disposed of 56 per cent, and retains 44 per cent of the original public domain. If there be subtracted from the grand total still in government ownership all reserved lands, and taken into account only lands open to general entry and disposition, there is still remaining, as ststed, 449,491,182 acres, or a little less than one-third of the original public do main. As considerable areas, however, of the so-called "reserved" or "with drawn" lands are subject to entry under one or more of the land laws, it is a fair statement to say that a trifle more than one-third of the original area of the public domain is still on the market and to be disposed of. That part remaining does not compare in quality with the lands disposed of. Most of the remaining timber lands of any considerable value are now reserved from sale by being included in fore«t reserves, permanent and temporary, com prising 130,000.000 acres. The remain ing portion of the public domain is largely arid or semi-arid, and the major part of this is non-irrigable. While un der improved methods considerable areas of semi-arid lands will be success fully farmed without irrigation, there are millions of acres which can be uti lised only for grazing purposes. While it is true that practically all of the first-class agricultural lands have been disposed of, it will be seen that tin- United States -till owns and offers un der the land laws enough land to make thirteen states the size of lowa, and in addition holds for forest reserve pur poses acres enough to make nearly four stites the size of Illinois, of which an area almost three times the size of that great state is in permanent reserves.