The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1911-05-20

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 soNn OF OUR MEN SAW YOU WITH YOUR
 FINGERS ON HER THROAT" take itT
 ''Yes. Who made them? Who was the man? Do you know. Dr. PerryT
 'There were three glasses in those rooms. Only two were drunk from" he answered. steadily. Tomorrow I may be in a position to answer your question. am not tonight"
 Why did I take heart Not a change. not the flicker of one. had passed over his countenance at my utterance of the word man" Either his official habit had stood him in wonderful stead or the police had failed so far to see any connection between this murder and the young girl whose foot prints for all knew still fingered on ! the stairs. Would the morrow reveal the fact that Adelaide's young sister had been with her in the hour of death or would the fates propidously aid her in preserving this secret?
 Thus the hours between and 2 passed. when I fell into a ftful sleep, from which 1 was rudely awakened by a loud rattle at my door. followed by the entrance of the officer who had walked up and down the corridor all night
 'The wagon is here." said he. Breakfast will be given you at the station"
 To which Hexford. looking over his shoulder, added. ''Fm sorry to say that we have here the warrant for your arrest Can do anything for youY'
 "Warrant!' l burst out. What do you want of a warrant? It is as a witness you seek to detain me, I pre- sume?"
 'No." was his brusque reply. "The charge upon which you are arrested is one of murder. You will have to ap- pear before a magistrate"
 But l am innocent, absolutely in- nocent." l protested. the precipitation starting from every pore as the full meaning of the charge burst upon me. What I have told you was correct. myself found her dead''-
 Hexford gave me look.
 Don't talk" he kindly suggested. "Leave that to the lawyers" Then. as the other man turned aside for a moment. he whispered in my ear: Its no go. One of our men saw you with your fingers on her throat He had caambered into a pine tree. and the shade of the window was up. You had better come quietly. Not a soul be tieves you innocent"
 This. then, was what had doomed me from the start-this and that part iy burned letter. I understood now why the kind hearted coroner. who loved my father, had urged me to tell my tale. hoping that I would explain this act and give him some opportunity to indulge in doubt And I had fail ed to respond to the hint he had given me l had been seen lingering my dead betrothed's throat. and nothing l could now say or do would ever con- my hands touched her. strangled by anothers clutch. One person only in the whole world would know and feel how false this accusation was. And yesterday that ones trust in my guilt lessness would have thrown a ray of light upon the deepest infamy which could befan me. But today there had settled over that once innocent spirit a cloud of too impenetrable a nature for any Night to struggle to and fro be- tween us.
 I could not contemplate that cloud. I could not dwell upon her misery or upon the revulsion of feeling which follows such impetuous acts. And it had been an impetuous act the result of one of her rages. I had been told of these rages. had even seen her in one. When they passed she was her lovable self once more and very peni- tent and very downcast If all 1 fear ed were true she was suffering acute ly now.
 Turning to the officer next to me. l put the question which had been burn ing in my mind for hours:
 'Tell me how you came to know there was trouble here. What brough you to this house? There can be noth ing wrong in telling me that"
 ''Well. if you don't know he began
 'I do not" broke in.
 "T guess you'd better wait till the chief has had word with you"
 Where was Carmel. and how was she enduring these awful hours? Had re- pentance come and with it desire to own her guilt? Did she think of me and the effect this unlocked for death