The evening times., 1895-09-11
such sad story, but it was too late to undo

such a sad story, but it was too late to undo
the mischief.
Ibid you ever find out anything about
Blake?" asked the listener
Not very MUCH" was the response
81 heard that he belonged to a good fam
lily somewhere in the South. He was a
splendid looking man, not over 80. with
piercing gray eyes and hair like gold
His love Of adventure carried him to the
frontier, and when he was tried in my court
his case was badly managed believe
that he left wife and Child in his old home,
but have forgotten where he lived"
Still the listener maintained her droop-
ing attitude. Apparently she was very
much interested in the story, or perhaps
she was fatigued or ill.
The judge began to think that the hang
ing episode was not exactly the thing to
tell to a young and tender-hearted woman.
THE law occasionally makes a mistake"
he said, land this was one. But it is bet
ter for an inn ocent man TO suffer once in
while than TO administer justice too
loosely. Besides, for all / know, Blake
may have been a bad man If his life had
been spared he might have developed into
the worst kind of desperate. The case
After all, one life more or less is a small
matter"
Not a word came from the shrinking
woman at the window.
The judge grew restless. 1t was very
dull sitting there with a pretty bride who
would OF talk.
at last he rose and said that he would
go into the smoking car for a few mo-
a a
and he wanted to say a word to him on
business.
The girl merely nodded and said some
thing in a low tone which the judge con-
strued into assent
The solitary traveller remained motion
less for some time after the departure of her
companion. There were few passengers in
the car, and she was not acquainted with
any of them
As the train rushed onward through the
darkness she quickly matured her plan and
made up her mind 10 carry it out at all
hazards Drawing notebook from her
satchel, she penciled a few words and pinned
the paper on the judges overcoat. which
hung over the back OF the seat
Just then the train stopped The girl
knew the place well 1t was the junction,
ana AT tnls point sue COulu III udil dH HOUR
take a train which would carry her back
to the village where her uncle lived.
The drowsy passengers saw nothing, and
even the conductor failed to see slight
form passing through the car and stepping
on the station platform
The old judge had Jolly time with his
friend in the smoking car, and before he
knew il an hour had slipped by
With some regrets and compunctions
he made his way back to his seat.
1t was vacant, and there was no sign OF
the bridel
The judge picked up the note pinned to
his oyercoat and read this brief message:
Judge-Richard Blake was my father
After his death took the name OF my uncle
and lived with him from my early child
hood until my marriage. 1t would have
been well for us both If we had known each
others history. / go to my uncles home
to remain there. and / most earnestly re-
quest.you never to cross my path again.
1 cannot bear the sight of the man who sent
my father to the gallows. 1 get off at the
junction, vB
The Judge read the note through and
sat the remainder of the night with his
hat pulled down over his face, without
looking up or saying a word 10 anybody.
The next day an outgoing steamer from
New York to Europe had the judge among
its passengers.