12 t 1 " i , i "Their Married Life" "Copyright by International News Service". . Warren had been strolling .around the lobby of the Alpine Hotel for nearly ten minutes and still there were no signs of Helen. "I never knew a woman to keep an appointment yet," he growled, sav agely, as he pulled out his watch for the third time in exactly three min utes. And then Helen hurried in and looked hastily around the room. "Dear, I'm sorry to be late," she apologized, as Warren glared at her, but Mrs. Stevens came in just before I left, and do you know, she and Mr. Stevens have quarreled!'' "Huh," said Warren, skeptically, as they stepped out on Broadway, "don't see how they managed to get along as far as they have without some kind of a fracas. She never did know how to handle Stevens. Now, have you any Idea of where you want to go for your suit? I'm not going to walk up and down Broadway all afternoon with out some idea in mind!" "Oh, yes, dear, we'll go right to Ardman's first, a%d then if we don't see anything there, we can go some where else afterward." "Well, this isn't a shopping tour, you know," grumbled Warren. "I said I'd come down and look at suits, but I didn't promise to. raid every store in New York." Helen wisely kept Still. She knew that Warren was right, for shopping for bargains was a besetting sin with her, and there was no need of starting an argument before they hud looked at anything. "Where are the suits?" said Warren as they entered the elevator, "ladles' suits," added Helen timidly. In the Suit Department "Third," said the elevator hoy as the door clanged, and a moment later they were walking through the suit department. "Something in suits, madam?" And a tall, blonde saleswoman walked up to them, modishly attired in black charmeuse. "For yourself? Right this way. Had you anything particu lar In mind?" "Why, no, I hadn't decided on any thing, but I thought I'l like to try something in gray." put in Warren ,"you know gray has never been becoming to you; you haven't color enough to wear it. Why not stlclc to blue? I always said you looked better in that than in any thing else you ever tried to wear." "Oh! but dear, I had a blue suit just last Spring, and I just bought that blue dress when Louise was married. I don't want too many blue things, and gray is so lovely for traveling." "Well, have your own way. I don't see what you brought me with you for, anyway." Helen sighed, and then the sales woman came back with several suits flung over her arm. "How would you like something like this?" holding up a pale gray model with a peach-colored lining. The skirt .was elaborately draped, and If Helen had been going to buy a suit for afternoon teas alone it would have been charming. Warren said nothing as Helen stole a glance at him. "Oh, nothing so elaborate. I want something thai T can use for traveling purposes. iTiat light color would soil very easily." "Would you care for anything in this new shade of tango, madam? We are selling a great deal of it this sea son. Slip on the coat and see if you like the color." Helen slipped her arms Into the coat obediently. The eolor was lovely, but still hardly practicable for what she wanted. "Would you care for a suit of this color, Warren, or do you think I'd be foolish to get anything so extreme?" "The skirt is beautiful," went on the saleswoman; "it has one of the new Russian tunics. Would you like to slip it on?" "What do you think, Warren?" said Helen again, eyeing the skirt doubt fully. "Well, if you're asking me, I don't care for the color and I don't like the way it's made. Reminds me of the suit Nora got this Spring." ~ "Ah, but, dear, this is an expensive model. Nora's suit isn't anything like this- You just think so on ac count of the color." "Well, you asked mc, didn't you? Now get what you like and leave me out of It if you object to a little hon est criticism." "Here is something very different," sad the saleswoman, holding up the coat of a dark blue suit. "Perhaps i your husband would liko something more quiet," and she deftly slipped off the tango-colored coat and substi tuted the blue. "There, that's something liko it," said Warren approvingly, "I told you that blue was your color. Why insist Remember whenever you are troubled with minor ailments of the digestive organs, that these may soon develop into more serious sickness. Your future safety, as well as your present comfort may depend on the quickness with which you seek a corrective remedy. By common consent of the legion who have tried them, Beecham's Pills are the most reliable of all family medi cines. This standard family remedy tones the stomach, stimulates the sluggish liver, regulates inactive bowels. 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Don't you think the model is rather ex treme, dear, to buy so late in the season? They won't be wearing these Russian tunics in the Kail!" 'Oh, pardon me. madam, but they will. We have sold any number of them lately for steamer suits, and a number of the early Fall models are made with the Russian tunic. The style is too popular to go out so soon." | "The skirt Is rather nice, isn't it, dear? I like the blue serge tunic with the Roman silk underskirt. Have you anything like this in dark gray?" "Now, Helen, you don't want a gray suit. This suit is just the thing for what you want it. Why don't you tako it and come on?" "Let me slip the skirt on, madam; I don't think you'll need any altera tions. We're really not selling any gray suits to speak of Just now, ex cepting for more elaborate wear, and then the color comes lighter like the one I showed you. There," hooking the skirt down the side, "I don't think you'll need anything at all done to this, everything is worn so loose just now. Now I'll slip on the coat again and you can get the entire effect." "Yes, It is becoming," admitted Helen. "Are you sure you like it, dear, or would you rather look some where else before deciding?" "What do you want to look some where else for? isn't that just like a woman; that's the suit you want. 1 Why not get it, and have it done with?" "How much is It?" asked Helen, realizing for the first time that the suit might cost a great deal more than they might want to pay. "Seventy-five dollars, and cheap at that. Why, there Isn't another suit like in in New York city." A 111k Price "Oh, but I don't want to go as high as that, I had planned on buying a suit for about SSO. You see it's so late In the season, and in the Fall I'll need a new one. Oh, I think I'll look at something cheaper." "Now, what's the matter?" said Warren impatiently. "Why, I think $75 is too much to pay this time of the year for a suit of this kind, don't you, dear? Hadn't we batter look at something cheaper?" "If you like the suit, get it, and come on. What's the use of haggling about the price? You'd probably have to pay as much in the end to get what you want." "But I'd rather get a cheaper suit and spend the rest on something else." "That's right, just like a woman; have the suit sent up and come on. I'm hungry." "All right, you can send the suit," turning to the saleswoman. "Curtis," Mrs. Warren Curtis; Yes, charge it, please." "Well, now that's settled." said Warren, as they hurried toward the elevator. "You see, you bought a blue suit after all; it pays to get some thing you really like. Now what are you stopping for?" Helen had stopped at the shirtwaist counter and had picked up a filmy blouse. "Do you mind waiting just a mo ment, dear? 1 need a couple of shirt waists, and they are having a sale here to-day." "I came out to buy a suit," said Warren determinedly, "and that's all we're going to do to-day. You can come down for those gewgaws some other time." "But the sale only lasts one day; to-morrow I'll have to pay more for the same thing." "Yes, that's what soyu say, and that's the way you women shop. I don't care if you have to pay twice as much, I'm through for to-day." Helen tried to keep up with War ren's long strides as they hurried to ward the subway, but he was not in clined for conversation as they were whirled away uptown. "Here, read the funny sheet and don't bother me," he growled, hand ing the part of an evening paper. "That's the last shopping tour you get me on in some time. I'm tired." And Helen bent over the newspaper in silence wondering vaguely if she wouldn't regret having bought the blue suit after all. Copyright, 1913, by Little. Brown • Coaptny CHAPTER 111. "Murder in the second degree." WHERE It required three months to bring about a mistrial tor a murderous young million aire in this same vilely kept building, with Its horde of Idling polit ical appointees, it required only three hours to dlßpose of the case of this pale country boy facing a hurried aud Impatient Judge and a sleepy jury. In those three hours Kearney, the man from had his wit nesses present the case for the state. The three men from Hell's ' Kitchen told of seeing the prisoner lu. king in that neighborhood. lie was In the company of two yeggnien. The police man who arrested him told of his at tempted escape after the vault of the bank was blown with nitroglycerin. Garrett then learned why the expert was brought Into the case. The ex pert qualified as such in a brief direct examination. He identified a heavy iron wrench handed him by the pros ecutor as one of the tools found In the kit taken from the prisoner. "You made a careful examination of this implement, did you not?" asked the assistant district attorney. "I did." "Tell the jury what you fouud there." "I found a spot about two Inches long by a half inch wide and by laboratory tests found it to be a spot of human blood." "What else did you find?" "I dusted the wrench with a white powder and found the prints of a thumb and two fingers." The prosecuting attorney placed the wrench in evidence as Exhibit A and then offered as Exhibit B an enlarged photograph of the prints found upon it. "I offer you for identification this document, which is the Bertfllon rec ord of the accused taken at police headquarters folk lg his arrest," Bald the prosecutor. The expert examined it. "What do you find in this record that bears upon the case before us?" "The thumb print and the prints of the index and middle fingers of the right hand in this record are the same prints shown upon the wrench with the spot of blood." "That is all,'' said the prosecutor, with a smile and an air of triumph. He was young and eager for a record of convictions. He looked significantly toward the jurors as if to say, "It is now up to you, gentlejnen, to send the prisoner to the chair." This trump card of the police brought to James Montgomery a realization of the utter hopelessness of his plight, and his face became a chalky white. Death In the electric chair was before him. He was but a boy, and his patient, old mother was sitting beside him, her hand clasping his. Fortunately she could not compre hend what was going on. She had never heard of the Bel'tillon system. Montgomery choked back the sobs of despair that kept rising in his throat and returned the pressure of his moth er's hand. The witnesses for the defense were put on in quick order. They told in homely language what they knew of the accused. He had been a faithful gon and the support of his mother. He was working as an apprentice machin ist in a factory in Nyack when hard times caused the factory to close. Work was scarce and he had left home to seek employment in the city. The mother took the stand. She turned in the cliair and looked to,the judge appealingly, as a wounded bird would look up to the bough from which It had fallen. "Just tell the jury about your boy," eaid Garrett, standing and twirling a heavy gold wateh charm. "My son was born in the cottage in which I now live near Nyack"— she began. "You must speak louder," the Judge Instructed. She finally raised her voice arid told her 4 story. The mother love sang in every word she uttered; it glistened with the soft light of holy candles in her faded eyes, and it fairly trembled forth from her fragile body as she told of the life of her only child and of their mutual struggle. "It is not in the nature of my son to harm any one," she started to say, as her story drew to a close. The young prosecutor popped from his chair as if a powerful spring had been released beneath him. "I object!" he cried wrathfully. "I ask the court to have that remark stricken out as Irrelevant, incompetent and immaterial. It Is not evidence." • "Gentlemen of the jury," said the court, after rapping with his gavel, "you are instructed to pay no attention to the remarks just made by the wit ness. They are not in the nature of evidence, and they are ordered stricken from the records." Being only the mother of the pris oner, her frail body having brought him into the world, Mrs. Montgomery's opinion of him had no value in court. There was no place in the trial for an account of maternal trust and love- Garrett took her from the stand, th« prosecuting attorney declining, with an air of scorn, to cross examine her. The prisoner was then sworn. Ht had spent nearly a month in the Tombs waiting trial, and the prison pallor, the ghastly yellow tinge that would make a saint look like n convict, was upon him. The spectacle of his little mother on the stand had shaken his nerve, and his hand trembled as he took the Bible and made his oath. His story was sim ple enough despite the fiavoc wrought wltb It by the. distrlct attorney. When the factory closed he left Ny ack and came to New York, bringing his kit of tools with him. He had nev er heard of the Hell's Kitchen section and was asking work along Tenth and Eleventh avenues because factories were located there. He met a man who seemed to take an Interest in him. This man Introduced him to another, and they bought him his supper at a restaurant near the river. They told him tbat they could get him work, but he would have to work at night. They looked over his kit of tools, and one of them admired a steel drill and said It was a fine