Atlanta Georgian., 1912-07-18

amaze and despair of an English sum
mer, lights had been turned on in the
court, and nebuous haze like the smoke
of incense hung in the air Watching the
judge, the financier could have ina gined
that the general apathy had communi-
Gated itself to him-that his perfectly Just
and impartial words yet covered some
thing of the uninterestedness of a fore
gone conclusion
A man sitting near him uh,s,a-ad
Ihe jury have no need to consider their
Nerolct' and SAKE, pretending not to
nave heard, vet acquiesced in his heart:
and no one in the court would havn 60
guessed more heartily than the prisoner
himself, had he heard the words. He had
no defense; he had known that when he
entered the dock, The few witnesses
called on his behalf had been worthless
so 1ar as the case was concerned-wit
hesses as TO character and general san
ny OF pursuit such as the average man
Would nave no difficulty in calling
whereas the case for the prosecution had
oeen strong right through; he himself
would not have hesitaed to condemn :
man on 1t. From the evidence of Ieth
bridge and Bondrax the club Rossins who
had sedulously retailed his foolish brar
gadoc1o regarding F1tzstephens. to the
evidence OF the taxi driver, who. in a AT
OF conscience engendered by the naRging
OF his wife, had come forward with his
most conclusive and damaging statement
resArolng the fare he had picked up so
near Tempest street
More than Betty's silence, that hurt
MIN so strangely even while he thanked
heaven for whatever had brought u r,ora
than Paul Saxe's evidence, so skillf,llv
given with that assumed reluctance +ba+
gave additional weight to every noint-
thls evidence OF the little cockney who
mad acted so friendly a part toward him
on the night of the murder hurt Rimins-
ton' MS nerves strained to swapping point
now by the two days strain.
Awaiting the End.
Inere was no one to be depended upon.
II seemed. on earth. And in heaven
The heavens were as brass above him
He stood there waiting, man tasting
the worst agony that the heart can know
the final extinguishing OF hope within 1t.
OF those personally interested in the
case, only one person left the court after
the judges summing up and wasa away
during the time-considerably under half
an hour-that the jury were absent con-
slder1ng their verdict. That person was
Paul SAKE. Those who observed him
closely-and Betty Lumsden the woman
who, in the nature Of things knew that.
whatever the outcome of today's trial
might be, one day she might be called
upon to fulfill her promise and becone
the wife of this man. was one of them
say that an unusual spirit of restless
ness possessed Sake He looked i'll in
mind and body-the atmosphere Of radiant
health that was his most salient charac-
terls1c had vanished. He had been the
victim of an accident lately, people said.
noticing tvtd. scarcely healed wound
which dishgured one side of his face
Only two people-Saxe himself and the
proprietor of the curio shop at the sign of
the Toby jug in the quiet back street
of Westminster-knew the precise nature
of that accident, which had occurred on
the day that Samuel Jex's sorely af-
1icted daughter. Jennie, died.
That man-that evil man." Betty whis-
pered In her heart He and l between
us-he and I-are sending Jack to his
death"
Even now-now. before It was too late.
she must speak and tell all she knew.
How often she had assured herself of
that imperative necessity, but now the
sands we're running out fast-fast!
She clenched her hands and gave a fee
BILE little moan One Of the men at the
table near her looked around and made
a movement as though to rise She rec
ognized him as Rlmington solicitor, and
tried to smile.
She must speak
The remembrance Of those words which
Paul SAKE had whispered in her ear on
that day when Rimington had been ar
rested danced before her eyes in letters
of fire. The awful argument for silence,
against which even her love-that love
that would have given life itself to save
this man in the dock-was not proof
That argument that seemed woven out
of the very flesh and blood of those most
near to her.
Centuries seemed to her to elapse be-
fore the door opened and the 1urymen we're
again ushered into their box. AS they en-
tered an ominous hush settled upon the
court.
The Awful Hour.
Betty gave one agonized glance about
her, a half unconscious glance-and as
she looked the faces looming out of that
great crowd seemed to merge into one
composite face, alight with an awful ex-
pectant eagerness-a thirst for blood
Then. unwillingly, her eyes rested for a
terrified moment on the prisoner in the
dock, who had just been brought in again
between his warders Their eyes met
her lovers and her own, and she knew
despite the space that separated them. the
haze in the court, that he smiled at her
reassuringy. The smile scared her heart
like a flame.
Continued Tomorrow.