The citizen-Republican. (Scotland, Bon Homme County, S.D.) 1???-19??, 1912-08-29


Harris. a charming English girl of fam
ny, friends and wealth, while absently
waking along the Boulevard Waterloo in
q November rain. runs into q tragedy,
A MAJ is found murdered in a taxi-
s sap; ms companion who had left the ear
some time before aud told the chauffeur
~ ,orlve to a certain address. had disap-
peared and is
The scene shifts to London; Luke DE
Mountford, Louisa's affanced. the nepneW
Lr h ss 81 the eccentric aTa Weed
bIre9t heir, the unknown son Of anotn nss
oiother' mas notified Lord RadcfiiS y eanS
Of Luke. e Cams old th man. h. !, p pas ,examined the
papers and that the claimant Is an ="
Suddenly the alleged Phillip de Mount
lord appears in London. After a short N
serVieW with Lord Radcliffe his cla aair
WITHOUT explanation Luke is practicaaly
uisowned. Phillip seems to exert unIin1-
,aeu influence over Lord Radcliffe Wiz.
ton. Lord Radcliffe viii explain to no
1rusSeis. Suddenly it Is repeated III SYStg
= d e IN London. The victim IS rhii,,p
q ae ya Mountford. Every circumstance d aiu
Placed nephew, Luke as the muroerel;
IN vain, Louisa, in her blind faith, trleo
to- ~ pi1ve Luke innocent. Every ihveseisat
th ~ Drishtens the chains of eVioehSe. "a
ons coIoner's inquest the startling ueseit
3pn1eht that the murdered man Is no.
sc nrun4 ra de Mountford but a con Sei and
naother, who identified the body as theIt
son, only. complexities the situation. ~
Goes not IN the least upset the appalhng
sued Tor his arrest but because OF ms
siatlon IN life the police secretly warn
MN, 10 leave the country before the war
rant Is served. This he prepares to DO.
louisa sees him and asks him po1ntedly
ior the truth. He confesses his quit.
Here the heart of a woman discerns his
lie and the real truth that he IS protect
ins someone else. Immediately she asks
herseif.-,Who? and intuitively reasons
that Luke's love for his uncle must be
bound up with the solution. In the mean
time the uncle has been stricken and no
one permitted to see him. She demands
request is denied but she insists, finally
the physician grants permission. Lord
Radclltte recognizes no one and does not
understand what is said to him. Alone
with him for a moment she rehearses the
story to him, although he is apparently
unconscious. At the mention of Luke's
the murder Lord Radcliffe shows signs Of
Indulgence. When the physician returns
he has spoken and demands that what he
has to say be taken down and witnessed.
But nobody stirred; no one would
have thought of leaving before the last
act Of this interesting play. The chief
actor was not on the stage for the mo-
ment, but his presence was felt. 1t was
magnetic in its appeal to excitement.
Every question put by the coroner, ev-
cry reply given by the witness, had, as
1t were, Luke de Mountford for it's AIM;
every word tended toward him, his I'M
doing, the enmeshing of his denials in
the close web OF circumstantial evil
dence.
Then a diversion occurred.
The man in the shabby clothes. who
looked like a beetle, and Who had mar
shalled his companions into the court
room early in the day, was called upon
by, the usher to come forward. His
strange, poorly-clad figure detached it.
self from the groups Immediately round
him, his long. loose limbs seeming to
swing themselves forward.
His four comprehensive three
women and the other man-were seized
apparently with great agitation and
eagerly among themselves,
No one in the crowd could guess why
these people had been called. They
seemed so completely out of the picture
which had its invisible frame in Gros-
venor Square.
GO on, Jim!" whispered one of the
Sooh5 Which,, IHeS Call l OO uOlllIS
to ye."
And the beetle : like creature
shambled forward, with arms dangling
beside him, a humble, Apologize look
on his care-worn face. He might nave
been any age from 80 to so; time and
a perpetual struggle for existence had
wiped way all traces Of actual age. The
cheeks We're hollow, and eyes, mouth,
and moustache had a droop which adj
ded to the settled melancholy Of the
face.
He was obviously very nervous and
strove to encourage him by signs and
whispers.
He nearly dropped the bible when it
was handed to him, and no one could
really hear the oath which he repeated
mechanically at the usher's bidding.
At last he mustered up a sufficient
mount of courage to state his name
and address.
James Baker," he said in answer to
the c%oroner's question. "Bricklayer by
trade"
And where do you live?"
AT LAT Chaplain Junction Road, sir"
replied the man. scarcely above a
whisper.
Speak up, please" admonished the
coroner, the jury can hear you. You
came here, I understand, prepared to
make a statement"
Eyes, sir"
"Of what nature?"
The man shifted his position from
one leg to the other. Heavy beads Of
p~erspiration stood out on his pallid
forehead.
Go on, Jim; don't be afeeard," came
from the body of the court.
Silence there!" commanded the ush-
er.
Il wished to say, sir" resumed the
man, trying to steady his voice, that
the deceased whom l saw lying in the
coffin yonder Is my own son. Paul
Baker. SIR"
Your son!"
my son, SIR" asserted the man
somewhat more steadily. my son, and
is mothers, as is sitting over there.
My son. Paul Baker, as left 'ome two
year 6 come next Christmas. We
all come ere. sir to-day me and us