Newport daily independent. (Newport, Ark.) 1901-1929, 1913-09-11

IL III Ills night. "A lieutenant of police
at the Market Place police station cas-.
lily Identified the gun as one he had
given to Whalen several weeks nrevi-
ously. The judges and clerks had
rushed after Whalen. The shock, the
sudden failure of light, the horror Of
the dead man in the dark had tangled
their nerves. They were too excited
to give a clear account of the affair
They knew that Whalen and Brokosli
sitting on opposite sides of the table,
had been quarreling. They had heard
the shot, had been blinded by the flash,
and had seen Whalen bolt. Brokoski
had fallen heavily upon the table. and
died with an oath upon his lips.
Gilman never forgot that Wild night.
He had spent it with the governor at
the headquarters of the state central
committee. In the dawn, when the
east was following, and sparrows be-
gan to scuffle and splutter on the
caves of the federal building looming
dour just over the way, the news of
the murder and frauds had come to
them. The governors face, white with
excitement and fatigue, had suddenly
darkened. Had 1t been the shadow
cast by the passing of a great ambi-
ton?
At the close of the long day the
woman, beckoned by Gilman into the
governors presence, fingered on the
threshold of the chamber The room
was full of shadows. The figure of the
governor, standing in the tall window,
shut out the waning light, and was sill
houetted, big and black, against the
twilight sky. He did not hear the
woman enter. She coughed to attract
his attention. This did not arouse him
from his reverie, and after moments
timid hesitation, she said:
"May I come in?"
The governor turned. 'Be seated,
madam" he said. 81 shall be quite
frank with you. am acquainted with
this case, and do not believe it to be
one justifying executive clemency"
When she spoke her voice was trem-
ulous.
will you hear my story?"
"You may proceed" the governor re-
piled. He had pushed the papers aside
and was drumming lightly with his
long, white fingers on his desk.
The woman nervously pleated her
handkerchief, fearing to begin. "You
must excuse me-" she said presently,
II can not tell my story very we'll. I
do not come here for mercy or any
thing like that. 1t is only a matter of
Justice"
Had it not been for the gloom, she
might have seen smile steal over the
face of the dark figure at the desk.
Once plunged into her narrative, her
words flowed rapidly, until-suddenly
she ceased to speak.
"That was five years ago." she said,
her voice dropping to sadly reminis-
cent whisper. "We were to have been
married that spring, butt would rath-
er not tell the rest"
The woman probably felt her checks
flush with warmth.
The governor could hear her quick
breathing. In a minute he said kind
ly:
"Well?"
The woman hesitated an instant,
and then fairly blurted out the rest of
her tale. The governor, through the
darkness, saw the woman lean, pant
ing, toward him. Convulsively she
pressed her hands to her face. She
collapsed in tears. When her sobs
became more regular, though still la
bored, the governor said:
"And Whalen-he knew thls?"
"He must have known"
"Then why did he not tell?"
The woman hung her head and said,
in a low voice:
'I was mistaken. sir. The other
woman lied"
The governor sat for long time in
somber silence. The woman could
hear the ticking of his watch. Pres
emily he drew it from his pocket and
struck a match.
eft is growing late" he said. "The
tale you tell is very remarkable tale.
My time is so fully occupied that 1t
will be impossible for me to devote
any thought to it just now. If you
will leave your address with my Sec
rotary I shall communicate with you.
Meanwhile-do not talk"
The convention met. The secretary
never got down to S in calling the roll
of counties, and the governor was re-
nominated by reclamation. But never
in all the exciting scenes of those two
days, in the black moment of suspense
before the roll-call began, in the white
instant of agony pending the poll OF
the Richland county delegation, in the
golden hour o6triumph, when he stood
pale and bending before the mad APP
plause rolling up to him in mighty
pillows, did he forget the name OF
Thomas Whalen, or did the face OF
that woman pass from him. They
followed him persistently, they glim-
mi