Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1899-12-13

as witnesses to the same, there has been
q forgery committed"
A groan burst from the breast OF Her
man Craven. He sat the picture OF ab
ject terror-a living, breathing wretcn.
Miss DeRosette sat with pale face,
clinging to the arms Of her companions.
"Your names signed to the will consti.
tute the forgery" asked the judge.
mo, your honor, the signatures, pre-
sumo, are valid: but in the body Of the
will Herman Craven was left but the
sum of five thousand dollars. am told
that the will now shows that ffty-five
thousand dollars was the bankers be
quest to his nephew. There was NO ad-
ministrator named in the will. A space
was left vacant with the understanding
that IL returned safely from my trip to
Europe my name was to be filled in. At
Mr.. DeRosette's solicitation l had con.
sented to act, should I survive him.
Neither was n there a guardian named;
but the understanding there was the
same. He desired me to constitute that
guardian and my name would have ap.
peared there but for my trip abroad"
Miserable wretch, what have you to
say?" asked the judge, turning his gaze
on the features of Stephen Craven.
What can I say. judge?" was the
sneering reply. Except that Sellars has
got me dead to rights. knitted the bank
er, and my delectable son there-the
Craven coward-forged the will. That is
all there is about it. A Craven need
not die coward! Die game! Be a game
sport to the last; that's my motto, and
it's all l have to say"
Are there any here who recognize this
man as Stephen Craven, the man who
married Alvin DeRosette's sister" asked
the judge.
81 do, your honor" said Attorney
Dobbs. II never saw him but once. The
marriage was an elopement. Miss DeRo
settle was a school girl, and this villain
eloped with her from Hillsborough, where
she was attending school. At Alvin De
Rosette's request l visited Richmond. to
which place Stephen Craven at first con.
veyed his bride, and there begged his wife
to abandon him and return to her brother
with me. She would not do so, how
ever, and Stephen Craven, entering the
house and surmising my object, ordered
me out. 1 cannot be mistaken IN the
| man."
NO, you are-right, old dufferv' cried
Stephen, with another sneer.
This man is a mOnsterv' exclaimed the
Judge, shuddering.
mo, no! You are wrong, judge, wrong.
I am nothing il not 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
will die as have lived-a dead-game-
sport! Yes, without a fear for the pres
ent or the future; but look at that hvid,
woe-begone picture! That IL my son.
Amt he a beaut? He denies his own
father, now that 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. l willingly aid.
ed him. Look at him! The bell-ringei
of Wilmington. His hand from the stair
way pulled the wire that drew Robert
| Campbell to the door, leaving the coss.
clear for me. / thrust the blade OF the
sheath knife home, secured the bag Of
coin end ran upstairs and secreted myself
During the commotion below I secreted
ishe galdA%he-e Sellsrs- found x rot AZ
hour ago. Herman had provided me with
key to the attic, and remained there
three days and nights. When took my
departure 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
sneaking son and myself in it, Do some
ihing!'
This man must be an incarnate fiend!r
exclaimed the judge.
I'm beaut. am!' calculated the as.
;assin. But I'm not a cowardv'
Gentlemen Of the jury" said the
Judge, turning to the twelve men in the
Jury box, 1.-The court instructs you to rem
Ter a verdict Of not guilty in the case Of
the State against Robert Campbell, and
no 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 his ac
complice are before you"
What say you, gentlemen Of the jury
guilty or not guilty" asked the clerk.
| Not guiltyw responded the foreman, in
! loud voice.
A cheer went up that resounded
| through the building.
Order! Order in courtr' cried the
| sheriff.
Robert Campbell, you are discharged
rom castody." said the iudee.
1ne young man arose to his feet, and
with happy smile on his countenance
passed within the bar, where his first act
was to grasp the hand of the great detec-
i've. MY preserver!" he cried. May
iod bless You, Lang Sellars!'
And he will" were the words that fell
rom the lips Of the Widow Campbell.
Hattie DeRosette had arisen to her
'eet as Robert approached. Her face
was 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,
md 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
De arraigned for a trial that will speedily
follow. l judge its duration will not be
.ong."
First" said S.llars. II will shackle
his scnemIng viiiain.' and with a pair
If steel bracelets in one hand he reach
I'd towards Herman Craven.
shrek burst from the white lips of
he bank president, and the loud report
| If a revolver followed it.
Herman had held the weapon concealed
in his hand. and it had been instantly di-
| rected At the detective, but as uneXpect-
I'd Al 1t had been. Sellars had reached the
arm Of the assassin in time to divert the
messenger of death from himself and IL