Wausau pilot. [volume] (Wausau, Wis.) 1896-1940, 1915-05-25

sociated with this crime. Had he been
gullty-had our separation come
through his crime and not through
my own, should have been prepared
for such a contingency, and not over
whelmed by it."
And were you not prepared?"
No, before Cell
The gesture accompanying this oath
was a grand one, convincing in its
feryor, its majesty and power
But facts are stubborn things, and
while most of those present we're still
thrilling under the effect of this oath.
the dry voice of District Attorney An
drews was heard for the first time, in
these words:
Why, then, did you, on the night of
Bela's death, stop on your way across
the bridge to look back upon Dark
Hollow and cry in the bitterest tones
which escape human lips, oliver! Oil
YER! You were heard to speak
this name, Judge Ostrander." he
hastily put 1t, as the miserable father
raised his hand In ineffctual protest
A man was lurking in the darkness
behind you, who both saw and heard
you. He may not be the most pre-
possessing of witness, but we cannot
discredit his story"
Mr.. Andrews, you have no children.
TO the man who has, make my last
appeal. Mr. Renfrew. you know the
| human heart both IS father and
pastor. Do you find anything unnatural
In a guilty soul bemoaning its loss
rather than its sin, in the spot which
recalled both to his overburdened
spirit?"
mo"
The word came sharply, and It
sounded decisive; but the ones which
followed from Mr. Andrews were no
less So
THAT is not enough. We want evil
dence, actual evidence, that you are
not playing the part your son ascribes
| to you"
The judges eyes glared, then sud
denly and incomprehensively softened
till the quick fear that his mind as we'll
as his memory had gone astray, van
ished in feeling none of them could
have characterized, but which gave to
them all an expression of awe.
Il have such evidence" announced
/ the judge. Come"
Turning, he stepped into the hall.
Oliver, with Bonded head and a dis
couraged mien, quickly followed.
Alanson Black and the others. cast
ing startled and inQuiring looks at
each other, brought up the rear. Deb
orah Scoville was nowhere to be seen.
At the door of his own room, the
judge paused, and with his hand on
the curtain, remarked with unexpected
composure: You have all wondered.
and others with you, why for the last
ten years l have kept the gates of my
house shut against every conner.
am going to show you"
And with no. further word or look,
scarcely even giving attention to Oil
ver's anguished presence, he led them
into the study and from there on to
that inner door known and talked Of
through the town as the door of mys-
terry. This he slowly opened with the
key he took from his pocket; then
pausing with the knob in his hand, he
said:
I'm the years which are past, but
two persons beside myself have
crossed this threshold, and these only
under my eye. It's secret was for my
own breast. Judge what my remorse
has been; judge the power of my own
secret self-condemnation. by what you
see here"
And, entering, he reached up, and
pulled aside the carpet he had strung
up over one end of the room, disclosing
amid a number of Ioosened boards. the
barred cell of a condemned convict.
This was my bed, gentlemen, till
a stranger coming into my home, made
such an acknowledgment of my sin i'm
possible!"