Waterbury evening Democrat., 1908-10-13

himself could make the journey with him. He proposed this to the surgeon and with his approval put his plan in motion. In two days more Hugh found his going fully settled.
 The idea admirably fitted his neces- sity. The spot the bishop had selected was quiet md retired and, more, was near the port at which he could most readily take ship for South America. Only one reflection made him shiver-- the route lay through the town of Smoky Mountain. Yet who would dream of looking for fugitive from the law in the secluded car that carried a sick man? The risk would be small enough, and it was the one way open.
 On the last afternoon before the de- parture Hugh asked for the clothes he had worn when he was brought to the hospital, found the gold pieces he had snatched in the burning chapel and tied them in handkerchief about his neck. They would suffice to buy his sea passage. The one red counter he had kept-it was from henceforth to be a reminder of the good resolutions he had made so long ago-he slipped into a pocket of the clothes he was to wear away, suit of loose, comfortable tweed.
 Waiting restlessly for the hour of his going, Hugh asked for the news papers. Since the first he had had them read to him each day, listening fearfully for the hue and cry. But today the surgeon put his request aside.
 After you are there," he said. 'if Bishop Ludlow, will let you. No: now. You are almost out of my clutches, and l must tyrannize while can"
 A quick look passed from him to his assistant as he spoke. for the newspa- pers that afternoon had worn startling headlines. The sordid affairs of mining town across the ranges had lit- tie interest for Aniston. but the names of Stires and Moreau on the clicking wire had walked it thus late to the sen- sation. The professional caution of the tinker of human bodies wished. how ever, that no excitement should be added to the unavoidable fatigue of his patients departure
 This fatigue was near to spelling de feat after all, for the exertion' brought again the dreadful stabbing pain, and this time it carried Hugh into a re- zion where feeling ceased, conscious ness passed and from which he strug- gled back finally to find the surgeon bending anxiously over him.
 T don't like that sinking spell" the latter confded to his assistant an hour later as they stood looking through the window after the receding carriage. Tt was too pronounced. Yet he has complained of no pain He will be in good hands at any rate" He tapped the glass musingly with his forefnger Its curious" he said after a pause. T always liked Sanderson-in the pull pit. Somehow be doesn't appeal to me at close range" o
 The special car which the bishop had ready had been made pleasant inte- rior. Fern boxes were in the corners, a caged canary swung from bracket, and softly cushioned couch had been prepared for the sick man. A moment before the start, as 1t was being cou- pied to the rear of the resting train, while the bishop chatted with the con- ductor, fustered messenger boy hand ed him a telegram. It read:
 arrive Anniston tomorrow 5. Conf dential. Must see you. Urgent.
 JEssIcA.
 The bishop read 1t in some perplex- ity. It was the first word he had re- ceiyed from her since her marriage; but, aware of Hugh's forgery and dis grace, he had not wondered at this. The newspapers today pictured a still 1 worse shame for her in the position of the man who in the name still was her husband, who had trod so swiftly the downward path from thievery to the l worst of crimes. Could Jessicas con- Ing have to do with that? He must | see her, yet his departure could not l now be delayed. He consulted with l the conductor, and the latter bored | over his tablets. As result his answering message 1 flashed along the wires to Jessica's faraway train: | sanderson injured. Taking him to | coast train B due Twin Peaks 2 torlor- | row afternoon.
 And thus the fateful moment ap- when the great appeal should | be made.
 
 The evidence of the first days trial Of the case of the people against Hugh Stires was the all expressing topic that night in Smoky Mountain. Bar ney McGinn perhaps aptly expressed the consensus of opinion when he said. T allow We all know he's guilty, but nobody believes it.
 Late as Smoky Mountain sat up that night, however. it was on hand next rank and file, when the court convened.
 All the previous evening. save for a short visit to the cell of his client. Fielder had remained shut in his office, thinking of the morrow. In his talk with Harry he had not concealed his 1eep anxiety, but to his questions there was no new answer, and he had re- turned from the interview more non- i olused than ever. He had wondered | that Jessica on this last night did not l