B. F. SCHWEIER, THE CONSTITUTION THE UNIONAND THE EH FORCED EOT OF THE LAWS. Editor and Proprietor. VOL. L.IV. MIFFLi INTO WN, JUNIATA COUNTY, PENN., WEDNESDAY, DECEMBER 13, 1899. - NO. 1. 4 4-- CHAPTER XIX. (Continued.) "Your opinion f Ilprnian Craven seems to illVl- changed." "TLiTf is much, son, that we cannot understand. Above all else, we must not .,... .-i'ht of the fact that Herman is the l. :i I banker's nephew his only sister's , h 1.1. 1 did ilotibt the validity or that iil. but ask yourself this question, -Would a wealthy uncle Jo less than lib erally remember au only nephew in his ;UV' Again, would he not be apt to name his daughter's only living relative hi-r guardian? It is not strange that he had named him his administrator. The banker bade fair to live many years. Her man was under his guidance, and he no doubt hoped to see him come up to hit standard of what he thought young man should be, in which event he no doubt ex pected that the young man would one day heroine his son." "And yet we can blame neither the banker nor Herman Craven. Above all tiii'tirs. son, let us be just. I fully believe that Merman has not a single doubt of Kobert's guilt." But Miss DeKosetteT' "Ah! That is another matter altogeth er. Come, let us go home. We can con verse on the way." "I am going to call on the mother and sister of the innocent man in jail, father." "Yes, by all means, son. My heart bicds for them. But how do they bear up under their sorrow?" "Bravely, father. Mr. Sellara has in spired them with that faith that they are only looking forward to the day when Kobert shall be vindicated." "Well, it is best so. Jennie ia a brave girl." "And the dearest one on earth to me, father." "So, so, boy! Yon have chosen your future bride?" "If I can win her, father." "Well, God grant you may! I would gladly welcome the daughter of my old friend, Duncan Campbell, a my son's wife, even though his innocent son should meet death on the gallows."( "Thank yon, my father; but no inch fate awaits Robert Campbell." The two men here left the office, and the father made his way home, while fifteen minutes later the son entered the door of the widow's residence, where he found two women in tear. "Cheer np! Cheer up!" he cried, as be crossed the threshold. "Ton both prom ised to be brave. Benitember Sellars say ing. The darkest hour af ways comes just before daym.' " "Thenjdawn must soon appear." aaid tie-fridow, "for with -ay toarfarsaT of a jury that will at 10 o'clock to-morrow condemn him to death, there could be no darker hour." "Yes, mother one!" sobbed the daugh ter. "But not for you and your dear mother, my loved Jennie! For you, the dawn will soon break, and as clear and fair as a summer morn! I know it feel it! A noble name will be vindicated a son and brother restored to you. Even now the great detective may be hastening to the rescue of an innocent man." "Yes! Yes!" cried Jennie. "We have his word his pledge!" "And the pledge of Lang Sellars is nev er violated, my love!" "His reward," said the widow, "shall not be measured by gold. We will ever cherish his memory in our hearts." "And my reward, dear Mrs. Campbell?" "Yours, Arthur?" "Mine, Mrs. Campbell! May I name it now at least, the one I would ask? It is the hand and heart of the girl I love!" "Oh, Arthur! Arthur! You have the heart now!" cried Jennie, as the young man folded his arms about her. "And you have won the hand also," said the widow, with a smile that shone hap pily even through her tears. "My chil dren's happiness is all I crave. God bless you both, and bring me back my boy!" "And I may claim my bride?" "When our great detective has fulfilled his pledge." CHAPTER XX. At 10 o'clock on the morning of the twenty-eighth every seat in the court room of Judge Fowler was filled. There was no longer even standing room. Wilmington's populace had turned out almost en masse to listen to the verdict of the jury in the case against Robert Camp bell, charged with murder, and few there were who doubted what that verdict would be. The prisoner occupied the box, as he had for several days previous, while seated just without the railing that separated him from the bar of the court was his mother and sister. It seemed that the calm demeanor of the prisoner brought added confidence to the two women, who were earnestly con versing with him. Within the bar were seated a number of attorneys. To the right of the judicial seat was At torney Robbing, while by his side aat Her man Craven, without a single cloud dark ening his brow. Slightly removed from them sat Mrs. Hammond, the wife of Director Ham mond, Miss Steel, and the fair daughter of the murdered banker. To the left, nearer the prisoner, were seated Lawyer Dobbs and his son. The clerk of the court was already at his post and Sheriff Cobb stood directly behind the prisoner, while two of his dep uties were leaning over the railing. Coroner Field, who had held the pris oner for trial, was standing near the sheriff. The low bum of voices resounded throughout the court room, and expec tancy was beaming from all eyes aa they were turned from time to time to the side door by which it was expected the judge would enter the court room. .' As the last stroke of the clock died away the door opened and the judge advanced within the bar. A moment more and he had mounted tha oencn and taken his seat. The sheriff had advanced within th railing, and with his gavel he struck three blows on the corner of the clerk's desk, :rying out as he did so: "O yes, O yex! This honorable court ii now in session! Drder, order in this honorable court!" A dead silence succeeded the sheriff's proclamation. "Mr. Sheriff," said the judge, "have the Inry in the case against Robert Campbell ' igrd .on.a verdict Tl - rn II nn ffiifi nri if .Hi i i rSECHET. "They have, your honor!" "Conduct them into court." Sheriff Cobb passed without the railing and struggled through the throng to the tear end of the court room, where be nocked on the jury room door. In a moment more his voice tnumua hrough the room as he cried: "Make wayl Make way for the jury! Make way! Make aray!" A space was opened, and down through t, with the sheriff at their head, marched he twelve men who, through one word of 'heir, tore mail, would consign Robert Campbell to the gallows. At least, so ex lected a vast majority. of those present in Jie court room. The jury filed into the box. and each nan stood facing the judge. There was a solemn look on the facet f these men that caused a shudder t ?ass through the frames of a doting moth r. Sj.loving sister audtbe bereaved da ugh :er of the Ute banker, whose heart wai n the keeping of the prisoner at the bar. "It is all np with him," thought Her nan Craven ; nor thought he so alone. The judge turned .solemnly and faced Jie jury. "Gentlemen of the Jury, hart ron agreed upon your verdict?" "We have," responded Foreman At Might. i "What say you? Guilty or not guilty?" Every neck was craned forward. Every ye was on the lips of the foreman. Would le never speak? Ah, his lips move! "We find the prisoner " "Hold! Hold! Make way! Make way!" - Every attorney leaped to his feet. Even the judge stood erect on his stand. "Make way! Make way!" and strong inns were forcing a passage through the ihrong from the main entrance of the urt room. The prisoner, at the sound of that voice, regardless of the sheriff's deputies, bad eaped to his feet, and standing erect, the irst object that met his gaze was the head tnd shoulders of the great Southern detec uve, towering above all others. "Make way! Make way!" And in an nstant more three men marched within :he railing of the baror rather the fore most one was thrust within by the hands f the detective, who followed. This foremost party was of a goodly frame, being fully six feet in height. He iras clothed in a fashionable suit of steel rray, a diamond stud glittered from his shite shirt front, a heavy gold chain hung endant from a button hole of his vest, nd a beaver hat rested rather slantingly n his head. His eyes were black and piercing, and ft ararish mnstarKe adorn! hia nnmr lin j Dn his thin lips was a scornful smile and us natures were livid with either the motion of hate or fear. His gloved hands were before him, held here by Iron shackles, and one hand of j sellars rested upon his shoulder. j The detective appeared as calm and col- . ected as though he was at his home dand- : ing his boy upon bis knee. j All eyes were fixed on these two figures, , ind none noticed the frail looking man . who, leaning on a stout cane, had followed ! n the wake of the detective. . The quick eye of Sellars had scanned all j jountenances, but now his gaze was rivet ed on an object of terror that had arisen ' n alarm to its feet at the first sound of lis voice, but had sunk bask to its seat with a groan when the handcuffed form lad been thrust within the railing. The object of terror was Herman Cra ?en. He sat, a cowering wretch, with the jailor of death on his face, and hia wild jyes gazing on the features of the man ided man. A dead silence had succeeded the en hance of the three men within the bar. The judge, who had been lost to his sur roundings, now recalled himself to the du :ies before him, and his ire was apparently iroused. "What means this unwonted disturb ing of the proceedings of this court, Lang Sellars?" he demanded, in a loud roice, with his eyes fixed on the detec iive. "It means, your honor," came in deep :ones from the lips of Sellars, "that this jury shall be saved from the disgrace of renouncing an innocent man guilty of the .'out crime of murder that this court shall e saved the ignominy of condemning to leath one whose hand has shed no blood, it means that this wretch who you see be fore you is the murderer of Alvin DeRo sette." A glad cry escaped the lips of Robert Campbell's mother: "Saved! Saved! My oy is saved!" and mother aud daughter .vere weeping in each other's arms, while rom his box the arms of the prisoner .vere cast about them. "Who is your prisoner?" demanded the udge, who appeared astounded at Sellars' statement. "Stephen Abbott, a Baltimore gambler C. A. Stephens, a traveling man Ste ihen Craven, the father of the president f 'The Caie Fear Bank,' the cowering rretch seated there, who was his acconi ilice!" "It's false! It's a lie! A wicked lie!" ried Herman. "I never saw the man efore! Robert Campbell murdered my lear uncle! I caught him red-handed in he act!" A scornful smile parted the lips of Ste iben Craven, as he glanced contemptuous y at bis son. "Here, your honor," exclaimed Sellars, is a bag of coin twelve thousand five iimdred dollars in gold!" and be laid it on he desk before the clerk. "If you will -nil this missive, you will learn how 1 trained it!" 1 - He clerk read it aloud, that the counsel may hear also," said the judge. Sellars handed the letter to the clerk, who read as follows: "Baltimore, Md., Sept. 22, 1857. Dear Utrm Read effusion below and comply by first express. I am hard up, and tan delay no longer. Your Dad. Up one pair of stairs, then pass in a door, Under the red brick the chimney before. Where sits a young maiden in tears and alone, I left that behind that caused me to groan. rtmm nrt trpit ear in removing the same. And send its' equivalent to a man wits three names; Then have no delay, bnt make heiress your wife As soon ss you can after one's lost his life. Since one direct blow mad yon a rich man, Son must not forget .the. vUlaia who ran. For the fetters that bind us are stronger than steel, And danger has fled if your lips you will seal. Two nights in a garret and one on the road. With shot bag behind, was a very big load. I guided the blade of the sheath knife, 'you see. And now there's a fortune for both you and me. You jingled that bell at an opportune time, And can clasp in your arms an heiress divine. Gold satisfies me, you know very well. For sending the soul of a banker to h I P. S. The bag of coin was a rich find, and one that came unexpectedly. That poor devil, R. C, made a fatal error en tering the banker's residence that night It will coat him his life, but it is better so. t feared to leave the house with the coin, ind had every opportunity during the com mat tan haloar to place ij. where you wit find it. Send Its equivalent quick! Ad iress as before, Stephen Abbott, Balti more, Md." "That concludes the letter," said th ;lerk. Exclamations of horror arose from all parts of the court room, but they wen soon checked by the voice of the judge himself: "Order in court! Mr. Sheriff, rou will preserve order!" "How came that letter in your posses lion. Mr. Sellars?" asked the judge. "And :o whom is it addressed?' "That letter, your honor, arrived at the -Kistoffice in Wilmington, on the morning f the twenty-fourth of September. The envelope bears, the address 'Uacnua Cra ven, Wilmington, N. C." On the left hand corner appears the word. 'Person al.' " "I I never saw it! I know nothing about it!" gasped Herman. "There is s foul plot here!" "Proceed, Mr. Sellars," said the judge "I had for some time suspected tbsl Banker DeRosette was murdered by on C. A. Stephens, and that Herman Craver was an accomplice. I had requested Post master Grady to hold any mail that might arrive addressed to Herman Craven, marked 'Personal, or out of the ordinary line that the bank usually received, foi my inspection. "On the night of the twenty-third I re turned from a trip South. I had visited New Orleans, and bad ascertained the fact that Herman Craven had lied to hit uncle when he bad stated that his fathei fell a victim to yellow fever two years pre vious to his (Herman's) arrival in Wil mington. The yellow fever had claimed oo such victim in New Orleans as Ste phen Craven. "I at once came to the conclusion that Stephen Craven and C. A. Stephens were one and the same man, and before I left New Orleans I had formed the opinion that Stephen Abbott was the same indi vidual. "On the morning of the twenty-fourth Mr. Grady handed me this letter. Aftei reading it I fixed np a dummy express package in his private office snd consigned t by express to Stephen Abbott, taking bore the package. I was accompanied by Adam, the colored coachman of the late banker, who on the night of the seven teenth of August had seen C. A. Stepheni ind Herman Craven conversing together. In fact, who had driven them twice past .he banker's residence in the DeRosette .-arriage on that evening." "I I never saw that man before! There is a conspiracy here to blast my charac ter!" cried Herman. "Proceed, Mr. Sellars," said the judge. "Arrived in Baltimore, I took np my sta tion in the express office with Adam near me, and at 11 a. m. on the twenty-sixth, whea fais man entered the express office, called for and obtained the package, I ap prehended him. He fought desperately for hia life, as you can see from this rent in my coat sleeve, caused by a thrust of his dirk, but I easily disarmed him, and he stands before you. On his person I found these letters. They were purloined from a package taken from a trunk in the lttic of the late banker's residence, where the assassin had secreted himself, and where he remained for two daya and sights after the murder. "I had no trouble in obtaining a requi sition from Gov. Elliott of Maryland tc ;onvey my prisoner from the State. We arrived here at 9:15 this morning. I found the bag of coin beneath the brick hearth before the fireplace in Miss DeRosette' room at her residence. Adam, of course, recognized this man as C. A. Stephens, the man he had driven out in company with Herman Craven, and although testimony of his would not be admissible, it will not be needed. I think I have stated enough to convince the court that Robert Camp bell is an innocent man, and that the mnr ierer of Alvin DeRosette stands beside me." "Marvelous!" ejaculated the judge. "I will say further," said the detective, "that even the sea has given up it's dead! to show a motive on the part of Herman Craven for the foul crime, in which he was an accessory. Indeed, without his aid it could not have been committed. "I encountered on the steamer, coming down the Chesapeake bay, one long since mourned as dead a man who, though one jf the survivors of the ill-fated Gossmare, has for months lain with a disordeted brain in an asylum near Liverpool, Eng land. As soon as he was sane and in a condition to travel he left England for America. He is yet frail and feeble, but your honor will have no difficulty in rec ognizing in the gentleman standing here," and the detective moved slightly to one side "John D. Loyd, the surviving wir ness of Alvin De Rosette's will." CHAPTER XXI. "John D. Lloyd!" The words fell from the lips of not only the judge on the bench, but from those ol every lawyer within the bar. "John D. Lloyd T' echoed the voices oJ many in the court room. "Mr. Sheriff," said the judge,' "place s chair beside me and assist my old frienc Lloyd to a position here, if tie Lord ha mercifully spared his life." Sheriff Cobb looked very gloomy, bu he obeyed the order of the court witi alacrity. "Yes, judge and friends," said Mr Lloyd, as the sheriff, after shaking handi with him, assisted him to the judicial bench, "the sea has given up Its dead the asylum its mental wreck. John D. Lloyd is with you once again. Nor has he yet greeted his own family. He ia in the hands of the great detective." "I can well believe you, old friend," said the judge aa he grasped his wasted hand. "But if you have not visited your family, we must not long delay you." "Mr. Sellars haa made me acquainted with the contents of the will, said to bt the banker's last and final one," aaid Mr, Lloyd. "If such la the case, and my name and that of my loat friend ElUoQ appeal as witnesses to the same, there has bees a forgery committed." A groan burst from the breast of Her man Craven,. He sat the picture of ab ject terror a living, breathing wretch. Miss DeRosette sat with pale face, dinging to the arms of her companions. "Your names signed to the will consti tute the forgery?" asked the judge. "No, your honor, the signatures, I pre sume, are valid; but in the body of the will Herman Craven was left bnt th sum of five thousand dollars, I am told that th will now shows that fifty-five thousand dollars was the banker's be quest to his nephew. There was no ad ministrator named in the wiiL A space waa left vacant with the understanding that if I returned aafely from my trip to Europe my name was to be filled in. At Mr. DeRosette's solicitation I hsd con sented to act, should I survive him. Neither wsspthere a guardian named; bnt the understanding there was th same. He desired' me to constitute thai guardian and my name would have ap peared there but for my trip abroad." "Miserable wretch, what have you te say?" asked the judge, turning his gasc on the features of Stephen Craven. "What can I say. judge?" was the sneering reply. "Except that Sellars hat got me dead to rights. I knifed the bank er, and my delectable son there the Craven coward forged the will. That ii all there is about it. A Craven need not die a coward! Die game! Be a game sport to the last; thafs my motto, and it's all I have to say." . "Are there any here who recognize this man as Stephen Craven, the man who married Alvin DeRosette's sister T' asked the judge. "I do, your honor," said Attorney Dobbs. "I never saw him but once. The marriage was sn elopement. Miss DeRo sette was a school girl, and this villain eloped with her from Hillsborough, where she was attending school. At Alvin De Rosette's request I visited Richmond. U which place Stephen Craven at first con veyed his bride, and there begged his wife to abandon him and return to her brothei with me. She would not do so, how ever, and Stephen Craven, entering the house and surmising my object, ordered me out. I cannot be mistaken In the man." "No, yon areTigbt, old duffer!" cried Stephen, with another sneer. "This man ia a monster!" exclaimed the judge, shuddering. "No. no! You are wrong, judge, wrong. I am nothing if not a dead game sport! Life is a farce a field in which we each play our part, then make our exit to be seen no more. There is no hereafter. This is the end of life; that is all, and I will die as I have lived a dead game iport! Yes, without a fear for the pres ent or the future; but look at that livid, woe-begone picture! That is my son. Ain't be a beaut? He denies his own rather, now that a day of peril is at hand. He put up this job. He forged the bank er's will and was too cowardly to remove his uncle from his path. I willingly aid ed him. Look at him! The bell-ringet if Wilmington. His band from the stair way pulled the wire that drew Robert Campbell to the door, leaving the coast clear for me. I thrust the blade of the sheath knife home, secured the bag ol coin and ran upstairs and secreted myself. During the commotion below I secreted hour ago. Herman bad provided me with a key to the attic, and I remained there three days and nights. When I took my departure I left the coin behind, beneath the hearth in Miss DeRosette's room. You have everything dead to rights now. What are you waiting for? Why -don't you get a move on yourself? Let Camp bell get out of that box and put my tneaking son and myself in it! Do some thing!" "This man must be an incarnate fiend!" exclaimed the judge. "I'm a beaut, I am.1" ejaculated the as tassin. "But I'm not a coward!" "Gentlemen of the jury," said the judge, turning to the twelve men in the jury box, "the court instructs you to ren ter a verdict of 'not guilty' in the case of the State against Robert Campbell, and oo one can more regret than does the court the unfortunate position in which an innocent man has been placed, but through the efforts of Mr. Sellars an hon orable name has been vindicated and the murderer of our old friend and hia ac complice are before you." "What say you, gentlemen of the Jury guilty or not guilty?" asked the clerk. "Not guilty!" responded the foreman, in a loud voice. A c-heer went up that resounded through the building. "Order! Order in courtP cried the fheriff. "Robert Campbell, you are discharged 'mxu costodr." said the iudc. -ine young man arose to nis feet, and with a happy smile on his countenance passed within the bar, where bis first act s-as to grasp the hand of the great detec ive. "My preserver!" he cried. "May 3od bless you, Lang Sellars!" "And he will," were the words that fell 'rom the lips of the Widow Campbell. Ha'tie DeRosette had arisen to her .'eet as Robert approached. Her face iras marble-like in its whiteness, and she lad sat throughout the proceedings as me in a trance. The effort had been too much for her, uid with the word "Robert!" she fell for ward, to be clasped in the arms of the nan she loved. Another cheer went up from the lips of 'he vast throng in the court room. "Order in court!" cried the sheriff. "Conduct your prisoners to the box, Mr. Sellars," said the judge, "that they may je arraigned for a trial that will speedily follow. I judge its duration will not be ong." "First." jaid Sillare, "I will shackle .his scneming viiin:u," and" with a pair f steel bracelets in one hand he reach id towards Herman Craven. A shriek burst from the white lips of he bank president, and the loud report f a revolver followed it. Herman had held the weapon concealed in hia hand, and it had been instantly di rected at the detective, but aa unexpect ed aa it had been, Sellars had reached the trm of the assassin in time to divert the messenger of death from himself, and it found lodgment in the bosom of Stephen Craven, who for a moment stood motion ess, then tottered and fell forward to the loot. Sellars had secured Herman's weapon, ind ere the father had been raised to a :hair had him securely shackled. The ladies present screamed in terror, ind the court room was in commotion. "Order in court!" cried the sheriff, who was bending over the form of Stephen Craven. The detective literally carried the man acled form of Herman to the prisoner's box, where he placed him, shrieking, on a teat. "I'm done for!" presently gasped his father. "Murdered by my own son! The rur! It was your life he aimed at Sellars. Well, better so. There will be but one rictim at the hanging bee. I I might Itave escaped and carried him with me, toward though he be. Better so! Better o! It was a fatal shot, boy. I I have aothinr to resret no favnra rn a air. n ao, nothings I die aa I lived a a dead fame sport!" And with bis head on the sheriffa arm, the soul of Stephen Cra ven passed before its maker. ."Court is adjourned for the day," an nounced the judge, and a half hour later the court room was untenanted. The body of Stephen Craven had been conveyed to the morgue. Herman Craven, the president of 'The Cape Fear Bank." occupied a felon's cell in the county jail. John D. Lloyd had been accompanied by Judge Fowler to his residence, wSere there was joy over the return of one who had long been mourned as dead. Sellara was captured by the mother and slater of Robert Campbell, and accom panied them home.' Leaning on Robert's arm with the same party waa also the young heiress, whose form still trembled with emotion. "I alwaya distrusted Herman Craven," said HattJe. when the party were seated in the Campbell home, and Aunt Caro line had placed before them an urn of tea, of which the good soul thought the ladies stood sadly in need, "but I little i reamed of the villainy in hia nature. In receiving him into our home my dear fath er received " TA viper!" exclaimed Sellars. "But un der the tutelage of Stephen Craven be could not have been less." "Oh, dear Robert, how you must have suffered," said Hattie. "I waa never alarmed aa to the out come, my love, from the time that our no bit friend Sellars assured mo that I should not stand upon the gallows trsp." You could pay me no higher compli ment than that conveyed by those words," said the detective, grasping the young man's hand. At this time Arthur Dobbs and his father joined the party. "All honor to the man who has vindicated a noble name; unraveled a double mystery, and brought to justice a father and son, who for cold blooded villainy have never been equaled in America!" exclaimed the senior man. as he approached Sellars. There was one quality a man could respect ia the father, notwithstanding his villainy," said Sellars. "Bravery. He was not a coward! In the character of Herman there 1s not one redeeming trait!" "Not one!" exclaimed the banker's daughter. "If he had never entered our home, dear father would not be in his grave to-ifay." Before the residence of Sellars two ne groes were seated on the grass, and they were happy Africans, to judge by ap pearances. "I spec' you feel mighty proud now. TXdum, an' to-night you jes' 'bout make ilal gal Cindy tink yous de debbel his telf." "G'long. Calban! How I gwine win dat gal, if she tink I's de debbel? I Is suah 'miff gwine blow my born mighty hard. I's gwine tell her 'bout my tr p up to Baltimore, on de 'ralroad wid Mtrs Lang, an' how I says in dat spress office Hat's de man. Mars Lang." "G'long, nigger! You didn't do noth-io'.-' "What you do? Now tell me dat!" " "Adam, you's a fool! Didden I keep deae yere two eyes on Herman Craven night and day? Yes. even when be was in he bed.- Whar is he now?" "Dat's so. Calban. You's had more sperience dan I is.' yo misses will buy dat gal Cindy for you now, an' you ken mek her yo' lawfully wife." "Golly. Calban! Does you reckon so?" -Suah I does." "Well. I gwine hint 'roun' "bout it mightily, directly she get ober dis flua t rati on. I spec da hang Mars Herman now." "Fer suah da hang him!" "Da earn hang he daudy!" "G'long home an' tell Hannah and Mil lie. I seed Unc Duke at de court house. You's a foot:. What da gwine hang a dead man fer?" With what be intended as a withering look, Calban left his sable companion and entered the house. At 2:45 p. m. on the ninth day of No vember, a terrible scene was enacted wiibin the county jail at Wilmington. Twenty persons the number allowed by 'aw were gathered before a grewsome structure that occupied a position at the east end of the room of execution. The grewsome object was the gallows, and when Sheriff Cobb approached from an iron door that separated the room from the lower tier of cells, followed by Jailer Filyaw and an assistant, who between them were fairly dragging along a white robed, shrieking figure, a pallor over spread the faces of those assembled. Two clergymen followed the main ac tors in this fearful drama. The scaffold was reached. The frantic, shrouded form was bodily raised and car ried upon the platform. More, he was placed in a standing posture on the very center of the trap. "If you have words to speak, apeak them now," said Sheriff Cobb. "Mercy! Mercy!" screamed the ab ject, horror-stricken wretch. "You all know I did not strike the blow!" The condemned man's hands were shackled together behind him with a leather strap while be was speaking, and his lower limbs were securely bound to gether with another. One of the clergymen stepped to the side of the trap and uttered a short, fer vent prayer, closing the same with the words: "May God have mercy on your soul!" A wild wail broke from the lips of Her man Craven as a knotted noose was pass ed over his head. Another! Still anoth er. But the last, half muffled, came from beneath the black cap that now concealed his livid features. Jailer Filyaw waa supporting the crim inal on one side, his assistant i the other. The clergymen bad stepped back from the prisoner's side and the sheriff had dis appeared within a small enclosure to the left of the trap, and through which pas ed die rope that held the trap in -place. "Mercy! My God, mercy! I will not die! I " The clock a the market tower sounded die filst stroke of the hour of three. The blow of an ax resounded from the box that concealed the sheriff. The trap fell. The shrouded figure fol lowed It, leaving the jailer and. his assist ant with their arms extended over a va cant space. The taut rope creaked. The body apun round and round. A movement or two of the limbs, and then a pendant figure, hanging lifeless. The murder of Alvin DeRosette had been avenged. John D. Lloyd was appointed by the court aa administrator of the late bank er's estate and guardian of his daughter; but the term of bis guardianship was short, for on the twentieth of the follow ing June the fair heiress became the bride at Robert Campbell, and the same day saw sweet Jennie Campbell the wife of Arthur Dobbs, the young attorney. The two weddings occurred at midday m the DeRosette residence, and a large number of friends were there d resent but the one whose good wishes to botl brides and grooms brought the most fer rnxt P1ar- it ia safe to say, waa a certain detective, and tears filled the eyes of the two happy brides when they bade him good-by to start on their wedding trip. "May your trip through life be aa hap py aa the on before you promises to be aid Sellars, "and may there be no thorn: by the roadside." "That all here are happy to-night." said Attorney Dobbs, "is owing to the vigi lance of one man, and that man Lang Sellars, the great Southern detective, who fulfilled hia pledge. Robert Campbell did not stand on the gallowa trap." Sellara passed a hand before his eyes to hide the tears that bad gathered as he turned away. And he thought what might have been had he not traced down the man with three names. (The end.) THE FLOOD OF PATENTS Article of FverrDiy Uaa the Sabject of Thoaaanda of I a vest ions. "It ia becoming harder every year foi a man to get out a successful Inven tion," remarked a patent attorney. "The other day I was in Washington and my work required me to search the old patent list The thing that attracted my attention waa the great number of patents taken out on common, every day articles. Why, they are so covered with patents that It seems absolutely impossible for an Inventor to make any Improvement upon them without in fringing upon somebody else. "For Instance, take knives, forks and spoons. How many patents do you suppose are taken out on these three articles of every-day necessity? A dozen or two? Why, bless you, they are protected by 2,103 patents. Then take bronis and scrubbing brushes. You wouldn't think that any number of geniuses could Invent more than a hun dred Improvements upon such things. Well, there are patents for tbem to the Dumber of 3,184. It seems ridiculous, doesn't It? It did to me, and for a time I thought I would go home and advise everyone of my clients to give up the inventing business. "I bad the curiosity to go a little deeper into the subject and I made a record of the number of patents taken out on other small things. Games and toys are protected by 4,453 different patents. But, of course, that can be overlooked, for games and toys are as varied and uncertain as our winter weatber. The laundry business la hedged In pretty well with patents, for there are 7,633 taken out on various laundry articles. Burglars ought nev er to be able to get through our locks and latches, for they are protected by 5,970 patents; but then this Is partly offset by 4,299 patents for saws and sawing apparatus which burglars might use for destroying locks. Alto gether, bowevey he farmer seems to be the man fo. . m the Inventors have labo-td' most. There are 50,000 patent recorded which in one way or another tend to benefit the farmer. It must be that this ia a pretty fertile and proi . ela be would not devote so much ti ; abor to It "Manufacturing Interests of all kind are pretty well loaded down with pat ents. In the furniture trade alone there are 4,854 patents to protect the busi ness outside of those which pertain to chairs. These latter necessary articles for the home are covered with over 500 patents. When you take up a piece of paper to write a letter you probably do not realize that the manufacture of stationery Is handicapped, or protect ed, whichever way you please to put It, by 4,532 patents. That fact ought to make one careful bow he attempts to invent a new style of envelope, blotter or writing paper. He would have to be a remarkable genlua to get around all of these and establish a clean bill of health for his invention. "When I look at one of the tall build ings in the city In the course of con struction I stop now and view it with more interest than I ever did before. That builder has bad a host of invent ors laboring to make his work easier. His cranes and derricks are protected by 500 patents, the roof he may put on has G05 patents and the elevators he may put in the building have 1,639 pat ents. Then the stone workers who carve the front for him use tools which are covered by 2,188 patents. I suppose if the builder bad to stop and think f all this he would not be able to finish his work. But a patent attorney must know It" New York Sun. A Hero at Home. Not all the heroes were at Santiago. One of tbem came forward recently in Topeka, when the Santa Fe Railroad found it necessary to reduce the force employed In the freight department Among those who were to be dis charged was a man with a wife and half a dozen children, and his salary was the family'a only income. Lines appeared in his face aa the expiration of his term of service drew near, and his eyes told a story of suffering aat! iespair. Dean Waters, a fellow employe, saw all this. It made him sick at heart, and his folks saw that something was the matter, but he kept his thoughts to himself. For a week he watched the other workman suffer In silence, and at night he could not sleep for thinking of the hardships In store for this man's wife and little ones. Then he made a resolve. Going to the head of the de oartment he said: "If I resign my position, will you keep Mr. Blank?" "Yes," replied the head of the depart ment "Accept my resignation," said Wa ters, and he left the room without an other word. Topeka Capital. Lack. "After all, it's an ill wind that blows nobody good." "What's happened now?" "The druggist had such a cold when I went iu to get some grip medicine this morning that he couldn't talk; so I es caped a long argument about some thing he bad put up himself that waa better than tbe stuff I wanted." Oyster and clam shells are used In great quantities in New York by the gas workers as a purifier. Electric mats are in use to detect burglars. Thev are so thin aa to be imperceptible when "placed under a carpet and when stepped upon thev 1 set alarm bells ringing in various parts of the house. SERMON BY Rev. Dr. Calmagc Sabject: The World aa It Will B Im provement In Human Condition Aftei the Earth Has Keen Mevolntloniier Tor Good Th Cominc Ceutnry. CopyrlRht. Louis Klopach. 189. Washington, D. C By a novel mode Dr. Talmage la this dlseonrss shows how the world will look after It has been revolu tionised for good; text, II Peter 111., 13 "A new earth, wherein dweiletb righteous less." Down in the struggle to make the worlo better and happier we sometimes get de pressed with the obstacles to be overoome and the work to be accomplished. Will it not be a tonic an I an Inspiration to look at the world as It wlli b when It has been brought back to paradisaical condition? So let as for a few moments transport our selves Into tbe luture and put ourselvns forward in the centuries and see the world In Its rescued and perfected state, as we will see It If In those times we or permit ted to revisit this planet, as I am sure we will. We all wltflt to see the world after it has been thoroughly gospel Ized and all wrong have been righted. Wa will want to come back, and we will come back to look upon the refulgent consummation to ward which we have been on larger or smaller scale toiling. Having beard the opening of t lie orchestra on whose strings some discords traveled, we will 'want to bear the last triumphant bar of the per fected oratorio. Having seen the picture as tbe painter drew Its first outlines noon canvas, we will want to see it when It is as complete as Itenbens' "Descent From tbe Cross" or Hlobael Angelo's "Ltf Judg ment." Having seen the world ui"Ttiie gleam ot tbe star of Bethlehaoi, ne will want to see It wnen, under tbe full shining ot the sun of righteousness, the towers lhall strike 12 at noon. There will be nothing lu that coining can rary of the world's perfection to hinder our terrestrial visit. Our power and velo city of locomotion will have been Improved innniieiy. it will not take us long locouia here, however (ar off in God's universe heaven may be. The Bible deolares that such visitation ia going on now. "Are they not ail ministering spirits sent forth to minister to those who shall be heirs of sal vation?" Surely the gates of heaven will not be bolted after the world ia Edenlzed io as to hinder the redeemed from descend ing for a tour of inspection and congratu lation and triumph. Yon know with what Interest we look apon ruins ralua ot Ken 1 1 wort U cnstle, ruins of Melrose abbey, ruins of Horn, rains ot Pvmpeil. Bo this world in ruins is an enchantment to look at, but we want to see it wben rebuilt, replllared, retowored, realtered, rededicated. Tbe exact date ot the world's moral restoration I cannot foretell. It may be that through mighty awakenings it will take plaee in the middle of tbe nearby twentieth eentury. It may be at tbe opening ot tbe tweuty-flrst cen tury, bat It would not be surprising if it took more than 160 years to correct tbe Stages of sin which have raged for 6000 years. Tbe chief missionary and evangel istic enterprises were started in tbis een tury, and be not dismayed if it takes u couple of centuries to overcome evils that baftta had full swing for silt-- Tnturies. I take no responsibility In saying on what page of the earthly calendar it will roll in, but God's eternal veracity is sworn to it that It will roll In, and as the redeemed in heaven do as they please and have all the facilities of transit from world to world, you and I, my hearer or reader, will come and look at what my text calls "A new earth wherein dwelle" " liteousness." .J-'nagtna that w -tending at that r..t-itf will be no --ou' a de- .-cent. Oreat heights , --. iiepths have no ilarm for glorified spirits: We" can come iown through chasms between worlds without growing dizzy and aoross the ipacea of half the universe without losing ur way. Down and farther down we come. Is wa approach tbis world we breathe tbe perfume ot Illimitable gardens. Floraliza :ion that In centuries past was here and there walled In lest reckless and dishonest Sands pluck or despoil it surges its billows at color across the fields and up the hill sides, and that wbicb was desert blossoms as tbe rose. All tbe foreheads of crag srowned with flowers, the feet of the moun tains slippered with flowers! Ob, this per fume ot the contlnents.this aroma of hemi spheres! As we approach nearer and nearer we hear songs and laughter and hosannas, but not onegioan ot distress, not one sot t bereavement, not one clank of chain. Alighted on tbe redeemed earth, we are Irst accosted by the Spirit ot tbe twenty. Irst eentury, who proposes to guide and ibow us all that we desire to see. Without Hia guidance we would lose our wav. fori the world is so much cbunged from the1 time when we lived In it. Ft rat of all. He Eoints out to us a group of abandoned: nildtngs. We ask this Spirit of the twen ty-lint century, "want are tuose 6 true j d tures wbese walls are falling down an whose gates are rusted on the hinges? Uur escort tells us: "Those were once penitentiaries filled with offenders, but the jrlme of tbe world has died out. Theft snd arson and fraud and violence have quitted the earth. People have all they want, and a by should they appropriate the property ot others even If they bad tbe desire? The marauders, the assassins, the buccaneers, the Herods, the Nana Sahibs, the ruffians, the bandits, are dead or, transformed by tbe power of the Christian religion, are now upright and benefloent and useful. After passing on amid columns and itataes erected in memory of those who have been mighty for goodness In tbe world's history, the highest and the most exquisitely sculptured those in honor of tuob as have been most effectual in saving life or Improving life rather than those re nowned for destroying life, we come upon another group of buildings tbat must have henn trAnnformAil from their orifrfnitl sluttm and adapted to other uses. "Wbat Is all ' this?" we ask our escort. He answers: "Those were almshouses and hospitals, but accuracy In making aud prudence in running machinery of all sorti bave almost abolished the list of casualties, and sobriety and Industry bave nearly abolished pau perism, so tbat those buildings which once were hospitals and almshouses bave been turned into beautiful homes for the less prospered, and It you will look in you will see the poorest table has abundance, and the smallest wardrobe- luxury, and the harp, waiting to have its strings thrummed, leaning against the piano, waiting tor its keys to be lingered. "Hospitals and almshouses must have been a necessity once, but they would ke useless now. And you see all tbe swamp; bave been drained, tbe sewerage of the great towns lias been perfected, and tbe world's climate is so Improved tbat there are no pnenmonins to oomeont of tbe cold, or rheumatisms out of tbe dampness, or fevers out of tbeheat. Consumptions ban ished, pneumonias banished, diphtheria banished, ophthalmia banished, neuralgias banished. As near as I can tell from what I have read, our atmosphere of tbis cent ury Is a mingling ot tbe two months of Hay and October of the nineteenth cent ury." But I say to our escort: "Did all this merely happen so? Are all tbe good hero spontaneously good? How did you get tbe old shipwrecked world afloat again, out ol the breakers into tbe smooth seas?" "No, no!" responds oar twenty-first oentury es cort. "Do you see those towers? Tnose are the towers of churches, towers of re formatory institutions, towers of Christian schools. Walk with me, and let us enter some of these temples." We enter, and I find that the muslo la in the major key and none of it in the minor. "Gloria In Ex eelsls" rising above "Gloria In Excelsls." Tremolo stop In the organ not so much used as the trumpet stop. More ol Ariel than of Saoml. More chants than dirges. Not a bin song, tbe words of which no one an- . ik.! r.I. .1.. Ti. ij j I lerstands on tne up Ol a soloist, but mtgnty . .u..T.TJ aWT-VX ..,. I 1ZhIZ LZZ hi m- ? ?th-l ia though Handel bad come out of tha slghteenth eentury Into the twenty-flrst ind bad his foot on the organ pedal, and rbomas Hastings had eomeout of theearly I part of the nineteenth century Into the f wan ty,flrst and were leading. ths vohws. ' kIusldlEal moves' nis nrra ana mages aeaven listen! But I say to our twenty-first century es lort: "I cannot understand tbis. Have :hese worshipers no sorrows, or have they forgotten their sorrows?" Our escort re iponds: "Borrows! Why, they had sorrows xiore than you could count, but by a dl rine Illumination tbat tbe eighteenth and lioeteenth centuries never enjoyed they inderstand tbe uses of sorrow and are com forted with a supernatural condolence mcb as previous centuries never experi inced." I ask again of the Interpreter, "Hn leath been banished from the world?" The answer is, "No, but people die now jnly when the physical machinery ia worn nt, and they realize it Is time to go and :hat they are certainly and without doubt rolng into a world where they will be in Initely better off and are to live In a man lion tbat awaits tbeir immediate oc lupancy." But bow was all tbis effected?" ask our escort. Answer: "By flood of rospel power. You who lived in the nine :eenth century never saw a revival of rell- lion to be compared with wbat occurred n ine latter pan oi jne twentieia awl tne sarly part of tbe twenty-first century, fhe propaeoy has been fulfilled that -'a nation shall be born in a day' tbat is, ten r twenty or forty million people converted n iwenty-iour nours. lu our otiurcb nis- ory we read of tbe great awakening of 1857, wben five hundred thousand souls vere saved. But that was only a drop of be coming showers tbat since then took nto tbe kingdom of God everything be- ween tne Atiantio and tne 1'acinc, be ween tbe Pyrenees and the Himalayas. " rhe evils tbat good people were in tbe lineteeuth century trying to destroy have een overcome by celestial forces. Wbut luman weaponry failed to accomplish baa jeen done by omnipotent thunderbolts. ' As you and I see in this terrestrial vislt- ,tion of the coming centuries that the iburoh has under God accomplished so sucn, we ask our escort, the spirit of the :wenty-flrst oentury. to Jbow us the diller- tnt kinds of churches. So we are taken in ind out of tbe churches of different denora- nations, and wa find tbat they are iust as llfferent In tbe twenty-flret century as they vere aiuerent in tne nineieenin wnen we vorsbiped in them. There is unity in them is to the great essentials of salvation. But e enter tbe Baptist Church, and it is bap ismal day, and we see the candidates for nembersbip.immersed. And we ito into a Presbyterian Church and see a group of arents around tbe baptismal tont holding Ip their cbildron for tbe christening. And ve enter tne episcopal t;iinrcu and hear be solemn roll of her litureies. and her ninisters are gowned and Kurpllced. And re enter the Lutheran Church, and we tear In the sermon preached the doctrines II tne greatest ot uerman reformers. And re go Into the Methodist Church just in lme to stt down at a love feast and give audible "Amen" wben the service stirs u. it least fifty kinds of churches In the wenty-flrst oentury, as there were 150 dif erent kinds of churches in the nineteenth entury. "O spirit of the twenty-flrst century, will ou not show us something of tbe commer cial life of your time?" He answers, 'To uorrow I will show you all." And on the norrow be takes us through the great narts of trade and shows us the bargain oakers and tbe shelves on which the goods ay and the tierces and hogsheads In which hey are contained. I notice tbat the abrics are of better quality than anything ever saw In our nineteenth century, for be factories are more skillful, and tbe rbeels that turn and tbe looms tbat clack jid tbe engines that rumble are driven by orce that were not a century ago discov red. Tbe prices of tbe fabrics indicate a rea onable profit, and tbe firm In tbe count ng room and the clerks at tbe counter tnd the draymen at the doorway and tbe rrand boy on his rounds and the mes nger who brings the mail and thi men rho open the store in thu morning ns ll .!. v - nlnht ! reaf So swallowint. louses of merchandise by great uoues,' io ''ulnous underselling until those In h same line are bankrupt and then be prices lifted, no unnecssary asslgn neut to defraud creditors, no over Irawing of accounts, no absconding, no harp practice, no snap judgments, but he manufacturer right in Lis uuu.ings rlth tbe wholesaler, and the wholesaler vlth the retailer, and the retailer with he customer. No purchasing of goods that rill nevtr be paid for. All right bebiud he counter: all right before tbe counter. Vo repetition of what Solomon describes vben he writes, "It Is naught, it is naught, lalth tbe buyer, hut when he Is gnuo his ray then he bousteib." "O nrii uf te wenty-flrst century, bow glad I am tbat rou showed us these stores and factories ind places of bargain aud salcl It was not ilways so in the nineteenth century, when ire were earthly residents. Many of those nerohants who are good at cipbrin; nut ther rules In arithmetic never could cipher ut tbat sum la tbe rule of loss and gnln. What sball it profit a man It be gain thu ahole world and lost his soul?" "But," I say to our escort, the Spirit ot he twenty-first eentury. and vou and I lay to each other, "we must go home now. sack again to heaven. We bave staid long inonirh nn thl f Arrn?rlMl viKitntlnn fn mam :hat all tbe best things foretold In the Scriptures and whlob we read during our sartbly residence bave come to pass, and til the Davidic, Solomonlo and Paulluiau tnd Johannean prophecies bave been ful Jlled, and tbat the earth, instead of ba ng a ghastly failure, is the mlhtlot suo ;ess in tbe universe. A star redeemed. A alanet rescued! A world saved! It started with a garden, and it is going to close with a garden. Wbat a happiness tbat we ;ould bave seen this old world after It was righted and before it burned, for its in ternal fires bave nearly burned out to the srust, according to tbe geologist, mak ing it easy for tbe theologian to be lieve In tbe conflagration tbat tbe Bible predicts. One element taken from the water and that will burn, and another element taken Irotn tbe air and that will burn, and surrounding plan ets will watch this old ship of a world on Are and wonder if all Its passengers got safely off. Before that planetary catas trophe, ble us back to beuven. Farewell, spirit of tbe twenty-first centuryl Thanks for your guidance! We can stay no longer away from doxologies that never end, in temples never closed, in a day that has no sundown. We must report to tbe Immor tals around tbe throne the transforma tions we bave seen, tbe victories of truth on land and sea, the hemispheres irradi ated, and Christ on the throne of earth, at He Is on the tbrone of heaven." And now you and I bave left our escor. xa we ascend, for tbe law of gravitation boe no power to detain ascending spirits. Up through Immensities and by stellar and lunar and solar splendors, wbicb cannot be described by mortal tongue, we rise higher and higher, till we reach the shining gate as it opens for our return, and the ques tions greet us from ail sides- "Wbat Is the news? Wbat did you And In that earthly tower? What have you to report in this otty of the sun?" Prophetic, apostolic, aintly Inquiry. And, standing on tbe steps of tha house of many mansions, we cry aloud the news: "Hear it, all ye glorified Christian workers of all tbe past centuries! We found your work whs successful, whether on earth you toiled with knitting needle, or rung a trowel on a risiag wall, or smote a shoe last, or endowed a univer sity, or swayed a scepter; whether on earth you gave a cup ot cold water in the name of a disciple, or at some Pentecost preached 3000 souls into the kingdom. Liquid air haa twentv times the explosive force of dynamite. During some recent artillery exDeriments iu Vienna with liquid air as an explosive, no heat was developed in the guns and the range of projectiles was much in creased. Some Chicago beggars chew soap, and it serves to form froth on the lips when, in simulating fits, they fall on the sidewalk. On of these jokers dropped before a State street cafe, and a sympathetic bystander shouted to a sPectaor: "Quick! some water!" The man ln tne flt recovered from his SDasma ionB. enUIrh to aav "Wafer i. f 5, ? say: Water PizeV? "JfJ ,Fo,r God 8 B.ake- ive m brandy! That a,way reheves me! By planting orchard trees with low heads the danger from sun scald is largely prevented. ; 1 1 'l --fSS? ? U.. r" , V--- 1- '
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