Daily Arizona silver belt., 1908-11-14

| entered she did not turn her head. He sat beside her awhile, and she was aware again of his voice, speaking soothingly. At moments thereafter be was there, at others she knew that she was alone, but was unconscious of the flight of time. She knew only that the day was fading. On the chilly whlrl- ing landscape she saw only a crowded room, jury box, judges bench and Hugh before it. listening to the sen tence that would take him from her forever. The bright sunlight was mer- cilessly. satanically cruel and God a sneering monster turning a crank.
 Into her conscious view grew distant snowy ranges, hills unrolling at their feet, a struggling town, staring white courthouse and grim low building beside It. She rose stumblingly, the train quivering to the brakes. as the bishop entered.
 ."This is Smoky Mountain" she said with numb lips. "That is the building where he is being tried. am going there now"
 The bishop opened the door and gave | her his hand to the platform. The 1, train was to stop but ten minutes He stood moment watching her as she | crossed to the street; then. with the sadness deep in his heart, entered the | station 10 send telegram
 
 Hugh's haggard face peered after them through a rift in q 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 hlm. What had he to do with Harry Sanderson:
 He bethought himself suddenly of the door, If some one should come in upon him! With a qualm of fear he stood up. staggered 10 it and turned the key In the lock. There was not the wonted buzz about the station. The place was silent save for the tbrob os the halted engine, and the shadow or the train on the frosty platform quiv- cred like a criminal. A block away nc saw the courthouse. Knots of peo- ole were standing about it's door wait tug for what? A it of trembling seiz- ! ad him
 All his years Hugh had been moral coward. Life to him had been sweet Cor the grosser, material pleasures 1t beld. He had cared for nobody, had held nothing sacred He had now ouly 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 q worse thing would haunt him to scare his sleep-he would be doubly | blood guilty!
 | In the awful moment while he clung to the iron bars of the collapslng rose window. with the flames clutching at him. Hugh had looked into hell and shivered before the judgment, 'The wages of sin Is death." Tn that fiery ordeal the cheapness and swagger, the ,stenta ton and self esteem. had burn ! ed away. and his soul bad 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 a | 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 Jesslca He would have made expiation. Forgiveness and pity, not reproaches 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 shiyered, yet there was a more terrible thought: It is a fearful thing to fall into the hands of the liv- 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. l 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