The Detroit times., 1913-02-06

in the most dire financial difficulties;
evidently under Gilmore's domina-
tion; evidently burdened with some
guilty knowledge-but there was no
evidence against him. he had credibly
accounted for himself on that Thanks
giving afternoon, and North for the
hundredth time dismissed him with
the exclamation: Marsh Langham u
murderer Impossible"
The first cold rays OF light, an
nouncing the belated winters dawn,
touched with gray fingers the still
grayer face OF the sleepless prisoner
out of the shadows that they coined
came a vision OF Evelyn Langham
And again for the hundredth time
North was torn between the belieI
that she, by her testimony, might
save him and the unconquerable de-
termination TO keep from Elizabeth
Herbert the knowledge OF his afair
with Langham's wife, Better end his
worthless existence than touch her
fair life with this scandal But OF
what was Evelyn Langham thinking
during the days OF his trial2 What II
she should voluntarily break her
silence! Should he not send for her
- there was a sound at his door
North started to his feet only TO see
the fat round face Of the deputy
sheriff as he came bringing the
mornings hot coffee and thick but
tered bread.
The town bell was ringing for
lo'clock when the deputy sheriff again
appeared TO escort him into court
and as they entered the room North
saw that il was packed to the doors
| His appearance won moment of OF
ipressive silence, then came the shut
/ fling OF feet and the hum OF whisper
ed conversation.
At the back OF the room sat Mar
shall Langham. He was huddled VI
I in a splnt- bottomed chair deputy
had placed for him at one end OF the
! last row OF benches. Absorbed anG
aloof. he spoke with no one, he rare
Ily moved except 10 mop his face VIII
! his handkerchief His eyes were fixed
on the pale shrunken figure that BEN
above the judges desk. His fathers
face with its wea. dignity, its un
softened pride, possessed terrible
fascination for him; the very memory
OF IL, when he had quilted the court
room. haunted him. Pallid, blood
less as a bit of yellow parchment, and
tortured by suffering, 1t stole into bis
dreams at night.
But at last the end was In sight,
n Moxlow had the brains he credited
him with. North would be convicted
the law satisfied, and his case cease
TO be of vital interest to any one.
Then OF a sudden his fears would 30
from him. he would be born airesh
into a heritage OF new hopes and new
aspirationsl He had suffered to the
very limit of his capacity; there was
such a thing as expiation. and surely
he had expiated his crime.
Now Moxlow. lank and awkward,
with long black locks sweeping the
collar OF his rusty coat, slipped from
his chair and stood before the
Judges desk. For an instant Lang
hams glance shifted from his father
TO the accused man. He felt intense
hatred OF him; TO his warped and
twisted consciousness. half mad as
he was with drink and drugs. North's
life seemed the one thing that stood
between himself and safety-and
clearly North had forfeited the right
10 liyei
when Moxlow's even tones fell on
the expectant hush, Iangham writhed
n his seat. Each word, he felt. had
a dreadful significance; the big linen
handkerchief went back and forth
across his face as he sought TO mop
away the sweat that oozed from
every pore lie had gone as deep in
tho prosecutors counsels as he dared
90. he knew the mans power OF In,
|veCtlve. and his sledge.hammer force
in argument: he wanted him TO cut
loose and overwhelm North all I'm a
breath! The blood in him leaped and