Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1914-12-13

J she had given her lover had not put him to sleep; it had merely sent him wandering about the streets through out the night, in blank state of mind He would not be able to account for his time, and she might plead in vain that she had given him a sleeping portion to keep him in his house until all chance to fight Bienreith was gone.
 Several days passed. Storm moped in his cell Truth to tell, he wasn't sure that he hadn't killed his enemy. From the moment Zudora left him until he found himself in jail, he could remember nothing. When she told him what she had done, he smil- ed and forgave her.
 But you've got me into a pretty pickle, little girl; and you'll have to get me out of it.
 i "I will"
 The marks on the collar were pencil marks and they bothered her. Often ] she flung the collar vehemently from her, but she always went back to it. One day she found something on the floor in the library. At that moment she attached no significance to the find.
 Zigzag pencil lines on the collar How had they come there? Before the crime That was not quite pos sible. The German had been scrup- ulously neat in his attire. She in- variably sought what was known ac the mystic room when confronted by 1 CHnnd pVN1 reached there. \ green parrot swuna on a perch. He was very old and wae doubtless the repository of many a strange secret. Once he muttered Let's get him." Zudora thought this rather odd and began quizzing the old bird. But he refused to sneak l further. Near the dais stood a mechanical affair constructed something after the manner of pinwheel. It con sisted of two tubes of glass which revolved in opposite directions, filled with brilliant diffusing violet light This little invention wc3 Hass2a 1 Ais own. Today Zudora tried It on the green parrot, but the WAlrr!n: :: lights simply tumbled the bird off ms ' perch. She picked him up and reviv- ed him and soon forgot all about nin1 in the renewed interest in the spotted collar. Idly she initiated the marks with the stub of pencil. And then. as if the whole world had sud denly lighted up, Zudora at last understood how Bienreith had come l to his death.
 When the trial began it looked very , badly for John Storm. The 1alterca- tion with the decedent in court was ! reviewed, the dueling challenge, their previous enmity, the twelve unac- 1 countable hours. In the balcony Has | sam Ali and the man Burns Watcneo the proceeding with something more than normal interest. When the jury finally received the judges instruc' tions, every one conceded that John i Storm WIS lost maS>. nothing could save him from the chair.
 Suddenly, up the aisle toward the judges desk came a vieled woman.
 "Stop!" she cried: "it was 1-1!"
 Then she tainted. The judge, thc attorney, the reporters, the specta- tors, all rose in their amazement. A woman! After the tableau came con- fusion and chaos. The judge signed to the jury to return to their chairs.
 Storm, despite the deputy sheriffs pushed his way to the woman's sid ? and swiftly raised the veil.
 "Zudora?" He tur> resolutely to the judge. "Your honor, there is some mistake. This young woman has had nothing to do with the death of Bienreith. It is utterly impossible. '
 "That remains to be seen. MT. i Storm. Return to the docket, if you please"
 But she is innocent!