Arizona republican., 1899-01-01

looked closer. Could it ba possible
 Yes, it was my own brother-my only
 brother who stood before mP. My eyes,
 trained fer years to detect res. mbiance5
 in the human face, could not deceive
 me. Ha was my brother, who had sud
 denly dropped out Of our family life
 years and years ago, as though he had
 sunk through the' pavement. The
 thought that he must know me flashed
 through my mind, hut then i5 occurred
 to me that he had bean a rover. and
 had been in the city only enc day, and
 had started to escape.
 You have heard that one of the
 strangest phenomenon of dr-ams is that in a minute in 3 second you seem to pass through experiences that would
 in real life consume 3. year. In the minute that followed I lived if y years in the past. Would he recognize, de- nounce and reproach me? I asked my self as my flesh grew cold and every
 thing seemed to grow black around The surging crowd, the court rcom, the waiting officials dis appeared, and I SAW this scene: Away back in the 40's, when my brother and I were boys living in the lower part of New York. a judge disappeared and was never afterward seen CT heard Of. He had started to g. from New York to Albany by a night boat, but had not reached the boat. I was near the water front, Looking fer a ball I had lest in play, when the sound of heavy foOtfall struck my car. Thinking it was my father, l stepped into a doorway I was out latsr than usual and feared punishment The man passed me, however, and was hurryIpg along toward the water, when another man jumped from dCor near by and hurled himself upon the pedestrian. There was a blew, stifed cry, fall. and before I could realize what had happened the murderer was searching the pockets of his victim. An instant mere. and the body had been dragged to the river and flung in. Thsl tide was ebb, and the body foated away and sank. I ran across the street 10 sec whether I could save the man, when frightful scream pierced my very ears, so close did it seem to me. A woman's dress f1uttered against me. With an other scream, a woman fell upcn the just as he turnsd back from the river front. There was a brief struggle, and tn murderer lost his bal ance and fell sarieking into the river. 4 suppressed cry for help, a gurgling
 
 turned and saw me. Falling on her knees, she cried:
 He was my husband-he beat me 1e starved me. Now I've killed him. l But I didn't mean to kill him-it was a | mistake. I was mad.''
 Then shsi told me that she had just | anded with her husband from Liver ! pool, and that they were starving. Her husband had told her he would get | cod or kill some one. She had fol- | owed him and seen him strike the old . nan. The sight had made her insane or the moment. But you won't tell, will you?" she said. They'll hang me and I didn't mean to dc it" As in a Iream I promised, and the woman
 eemed to melt away in the darkness. Il the excitement over the disappear lnce of the judge my own excitement vas net particularly noticed. As time passed I was unable to keep entirely t0 myself the secret of the two, murders, md I told my brother, as we were far rom the rest of the family in our little Ipper room. My brother had run away rom home many years ago, and al hought Of him as dead Would he rec gniZe me as he stcCd before me? Would he not have the right to re- ,roach me for cCncealing a murder;
 es, two murders? Long ago I had rca oned to myself that it would not fur