The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-05-15

That. man certainly hasn't seen this newspaper"
 "No, but he knows it's coming" When. urged. you as a. citizen to tell you anything you knew of the man, hadn't expected a capital !|charge." r,
 What is it, Jack?" Mrs. Campbell asked; in alarm. What have you jsaid?, % r.
 All in the headlines Jack ex- splained, quietly; tread it.'' : He handed the paper to his sister, and turned again. to the Justice with the question:
 s'Is that, enough for your purpose MT. Justice?"
 Why, I never dreamed of an at tack of that magnitude. Enough" Mrs. Campbell exclaimed in an az ony of alarm:
 t'Why-why did you do this, Jack Because I'm your big, strong brother-and I had the information. ' Tt was necessary, Mrs. Campbell necessary" Prentice added also as- suming Brookfie1d's calm, Why necessary?''
 My poor sister, you don't think. If that juFy brings in "a verdict of guil-
 What then? don't know" l, "An appeal to the Governor for clemency."
 "Weil?'' Mrs. Campbell prompted.
 This Governor may not grant it,'' Prentice explained.
 "Well?"'. .s&s,. "Then we delay things until new governor comes in,'' Jack answered. But suppose that new governor is
 Hardmaqth himself?'
 How can the new governor be HardmNth?" Nothing can stop it if he gets the nomination,' the Justice replied, "and the cohRention is in session at Frank fort to-day. with MT. Hardmuth's name in the lead" 2. I've served that notice on them,' l-Brookf1eld indicated the paper-"and they won't dare nominate him-that is, l think they won't. ."'a. -c. eFl sT-..
 "Butsto charge him with murderv v' Mrs: Campbell protested. Prentice said to Brookfeld, .'is have you, your facts?"> 'I have.''
 sTheft it was duty, and you chose the psychological moment for it's per- formanee.~ With what measure you mete. It shall be measured to you agafn.'1 The Justice turned to his asitated hostess: "I have pity for the man whom that paper crushes. but l have greater pity for the boy he is trying to have hanged. You know, Mrs. Campbell, that young Whi7ple is the grandson ot an old friend of mines. "Yes;; MT. Justice, I. know that Mrs. CampbelPs answer unconsciously fell into the tender tone of the Jus tice. .s.s... r. Jos .irurried entrance and his cry, "Marse. Jackr startled the occupants of the room Mrs. Campbell, woman like, feared the return of Hardmuth: Jack thought some bad news had come from the trial. The appearance of Helen >a and Viola, who followed Jo; did not momentarily dissipate this be-
 "Oh, Jackr' Helen exclaimed. She vented her from falling. s
 What is it?" he asked
 Viola, who was holding the hand of her mother, answered: 'The ,9. jury returned and asked for instructions. '
 "Well?'' l..-se-'s r,g- .s en, found voice to say. She looked toward Viola. who continued the ex- planation. =.
 The Court wished them locked up for the night, but the foreman said the jurymen were all anxious to get to their homes, and that he felt an agree ment could be reached in an .hour :, broke in upon their mental turmoil. ., Did he use exactly those words-'to
 . .ro their -homes,-yes.
 There you are," Prentice smiled to Jack. .. =
 What is it. Jack? 2. Helen inquired. looking into Brookfield's face for the answer. Brookfield, perplexed, shook his head and turned to the Justice. 3 Men with vengeance or severity in their hearts," the old, jurist comment ed. would hardly say they were anx- ious to get to their homes. They say, in that case, the jury is anxious to get away. oA to finish it's work"
 "Oh. MT. Justice, you pin hope upon such slight things!' Helen sank into chair. Prentice put one hand oyer] hers. in his Patefn4f -nnanner.- -'s-
 fThat is what hope is for, my dear Mrs. Whipple-the frail chances of this life.''
 . viola, who had gone to He1en's side, -cle Jack. Mrs. Whipple ought to have a cup of tea and something to eat"
 "Oh, couldn't" Helen pleaoded: i've must go back at once."
 'sWell, I could. I-I must" the young girl said to the group.
 "Yes. you must-both of you," Mrs. Campbell urged.
 Helen shook her head, again fefue. ing, at which Viola asked: "You don't think it's heartissa: do. you'' -
 
 arms about the girl whose sympathy and companionship had been the most unwavering element in her own strength for more than a year. She kissed her tenderly and gave her to library and into the dining-reons, where Uncle Harvey had arranged refreshments. "And now courage, my dear Helen" Jacg comforted:; "it's almost over." "oh. Jack. at the other trial the jury delayed just this way!' did the jury ask instructions Prentice inquired. :. Degree "And the Court?''
 "Oh, sJaclk," Helen said, in returning terror, to BrookfieId, ''the Judge ans- wered: Guilty in the first degree or not guilty"
 .'That all helps us,' Prentice said.
 ~'It does ?"
 Helen's answer from the Justice was a nod and one of his confident and reposeful smiles.
 ''Who spoke for the jury?" Brook field inquired.
 ."The foreman, and one other jury man asked a question:"
 s'was it the man in the fourth chair, | first row7"
 "Yes," Helen replied
 Jack heaved sigh of relief.
 t'Why?" pursued Helen.
 ''I think he's a friend, that's an."l But there was something in the calm of Broookfield's manner implying more | than hjs words expressed. There was |