Waterbury evening Democrat., 1908-10-10

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 Have you ever seen the prisoner be. forel" asked Fielder.
 "Yes." ss
 "Wheng'
 "when he was minister of the gos- pei"
 Fielder stared. The judge drowned. The jury looked at one another. and laugh ran round the hushed room.
 The merriment kindled the evgngel- ist's distempered passion. Sudden an. ger famed in him. He leaned forward and shook his hand vehemently at the table where Harry sat, his face as col orless as the flower he wore.
 ''rhat mans name," he blazed, "ls not Hugh Stires. It Is cloak he has chosen to cover his shame. He is the Rev. Henry Sanderson of Aniston."
 Harry's pulses had leaped with ex- citement when the street preachers first exclamation startled the court room; now they were beating as though they must burst. Through the stir about him he heard the crisp voice of the district attorney:
 T ask your honor's permission before this extraordinary witness is examined further" he said caustically, ito read an item printed here which has a bear ing upon the testimony" He held in his hand newspaper which earlier in the afternoon, with cynical disregard of Felder's tactics, he had been casual ly perusing.
 Read 1t, sir" Holding the newspaper to a candle, the lawyer read in an even voice, pref acing his reading with the journals name and date: This city. which was aroused in the night by the burning of St. James chapel, will be greatly shocked to learn that its rector, the Rev. Henry Sanderson. who has been for some months on a prolonged vacation was hn the building at the time and now lies at the city hospital, suffer- ing from injuries from which 1t is ru- mored there is grave doubt of his re- covery.
 In the litter that rippled the court room Harry felt his heart bound and swell Under the succinct statement he clearly discerned the fact. He saw the pitfall into which Hugh had fallen the trap into which he himself had sent him on that fatal errand with the ruby ring on his finger. Grave doubt of his recoveryw A surge of relief swept over him to his finger tips. He would be free to go back-to be him. self again, to be Jessiea's-if Hugh died. The reading voice drummed in his ears.
 The facts have not as yet been ascer- tained, but 1t seems clear that he popu- lar young minister returned to ,wn un- expectedly last night and was sleep in his study when the fire started His presence in the building was unguessed until too late. and 1t was by little short of miracle that he was brought out alive.
 As we go to press we learn that Mr. Sandersons condition Is much more hope ful than was at first reported.
 Harry's heart contracted as if a giant hand had clutched it. His ela- tion fell like rotten tree girdled at the roots. If Hugh did not die! He chilled as though in spray of liquid air. Hugh's escape-the chance his conscience had given him-was cut of.
 The judge reached for the newspaper the lawyer held, ran his eye over it and brought his gavel down with an angry snort.
 Take him away" he said. His tes- timony is ordered stricken from the records. The fine is remitted, Mir. r Fielder. We can't make you responsi- ble for lunatics. The court stands ad- journed."
 Fielder had been among the last to leave the courtroom. He was dis comfited and angry. At the door of the courthouse Dr. Brent slipped an arm through his.
 "Too bad, Tom," he said sympathiz- ingly. T don't think you quite de- served it."
 Fielder paced moment without speaking T need evidence" he said then; anything that may help. made mistake. You heard all the testimony?
 The other nodded.
 'What did you think of it?''
 "What could any one think? I give all credit to your motive, Tom, but it's 3 pity you're mixed up in it."
 Why"
 Because, if there's anything in hu- man evidence, he's thoroughly worth less reprobate. He lay for Moreau and murdered him in cold blood, and he ought to swing" 'The casual view" said the lawyer gloomily. Just what should have said myself-if this had happened month ago." His friend looked at him with an amused expression. T begin to think l, le must be remarkable manw he said. "Is it possible he has really con- vinced you that he isn't guilty"
 Fielder turned upon the doctor 'quarely. "Yes," he returned bluntly. He has. Whatever may have be- ieved when I took this case. have ,ome to the conclusion-against all my professional instincts. mind you-that le never killed Moreau. believe he's IS innocent as either you or IT.