Waterbury evening Democrat., 1908-10-14
By HALLE ERMINIE RIVE

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 The bishop opened the door and gave
 her his hand to the platform. The
 train was to stop but ten minutes, He
 stood a moment watching her as she { crossed to the street; then, with the
 gadness deep in his heart, entered the
 station to send telegram.
 Hughs haggard face peered after
 them through n rift in window cur
 tain. What could she have suspected? ?
 Not the truth! And only that could be-
 tray him, Presently the bishop would
 return, the train would start again, and
 this spot of terror would be behind
 him. What had he to do with Harry
 6anderson
 He bethought himself suddenly of
 the door, If some one should come in < npon him! With a qualm of fear he , vtood up, staggered to 1t and turned the < key in the lock. There was not the
 wonted buzz about the station. Tho place was silent save for the throb of the halted engine, and the shadow of the train on the frosty platform quiv- cred like a criminal. A block away he saw the courthouse. Knots of peo- pie were standing about its door wait Ing for what? A fit of trembling seiz- cd him.
 All his years Hugh had been a moral coward. Life to him had been sweet for the grosser, material pleasures it held. He had cared for nobody, had held nothing sacred. He had now only to keep silence, let Harry Sanderson pay the penalty, and he need dread no more. Hugh Stires, to the persuasion of the law, would be dead As soon as might be he could disappear. as the rector of St. James, had disappeared be- fore. He might change his name and live at ease in some quarter of the world, his alarm laid forever.
 But a worse thing would haunt him to scare his sleep-he would be doubly blood guilty!
 In the awful moment while he clung 10 the iron bars of the collapsing rose window, with the flames clutching at him, Hugh had looked into hell and Shivered before the judgment, "The wages of sin is death." In that fiery ordeal the cheapness and swagger, the pstentation and self esteem, had burn d away, and his soul had stood naked as a winter wood Dying had not then been the austere terror. What came after? That had appalled, him. Yet Harry Sanderson was not afraid of the hereafter He chose death calm ly, knowing that he, Hugh, was unfit To die.
 Suppose he told the truth now and Saved Harry. He had never done brave deed for the sake of truth or righteousness or for the love of any human being, but he could do one now. For the one red counter that had been a symbol of day of evil living he could render deed that would make requital for those unpaid days He would not have played the towards part. It would repair the wrong he had done Jessiea. He would have made expiation. Forgiveness and pity, not approaches and shame. would fol- low him, and 1t would balance perhaps the one dreadful count that stood against him. He thought of the scaf- fold and shivered, yet there was more terrible thought: It Is a fearful thing to fall into the hands of the liy- Ing God!
 He made his way again to the door and unlocked it. It was only to cross that space, to speak. and then the grim brick building and the penalty.
 With hoarse cry he slammed the door and frantically locked it. The edge of the searching pain was upon him again. He stumbled back to the couch and fell across it face down, dragging the cushions in frantic haste over his head to shut out the sick throbbing of the steam that seemed shuddering at the fate his covering soul dared not face.
 < The groups outside the courthouse made way deferentially for Jessica, but she was unconscious of it. Some one asked question on the steps, and she heard the answer, "The state has Just finished, and the judge is charg- Ing"
 The narrow hall was filled, and, though all who saw gave her instant place, the space beyond the inner door was crowded beyond the possibility of passage. She could see the judges bench, with its sedate, gray bearded figure the jury box at the left, the restless faces about it, set like ailiving mosaic.
 She became aware suddenly that the figure at the high bench was speaking, 1 sad been speaking all along:
 With the prisoners later career in Smoky Mountain they had nothing to 10 nor had the law The question it 1 only question it asked-was. ] Did he kill MoreauT They might be ! co .h to believe the same man capable ! If such contradictory acts-the cour {, lgcous saving of child from death. !! 'or example. and the shooting down of !! l fellow mortal in cold blood-but it { lad been truly said that such contrasts i were not impossible were even ] matters of common observation. Pref ] ldice and bias aside, and sympathy ind liking as.ae. they constituted a tri . ,unal of justice This the state had !