The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1916-11-26

led into the witness room to get q
fresh breath OF air.
Leave me here for q bit" she
pleaded. Accordingly she was spared
4 the bitter ordeal OF hearing Ronald
Roberts caim.voiced testimony.
| The Judge charged the jury
on the points OF law. The
twelve men walked out 60 DELHI.
crate In the privacy OF the Jury room.
There was no doubt as TO their ver-
dict In the minds OF any one. Their
retiring was perfunctory. q mere for
mality OF decency. for their minds
were nrm.
wSsrs s sse 3s 1r IN s II iu nSo% Of
"or. Sam" she said to him. as the
tears streamed down her. face. "rll
why. MiiIie! pp aan"f H a, Just n
stranger here"
she turned uoon him anRriiy.
her ss,e no, sos,s ss,sn" on 20 sam I Ioss
she rose and walked 10 the window.
By some psychic impulse Roberts
turned aeop, In h chair and locke"
es. rss' Snf sSs an n. . .eUs. 4" sv n
Sspes e de s g a9s y s, there W.:
eyes. Instead there was a different
message: one which only his own and
her soul could understand.
The Jury had Med into the room
court oiiiesr had rushed toward the
Judge. The old gentleman waved
aside the interruption,
Mr.. Foreman and Gentlemen of the
eaetsd court sSS r Sfes Was shosanx
a note into the judges hand. and this
time the Justice took u: He pulled
down hts glasses from his bald fore
Gentlemen OF the jury: have
new evidence. IL is q note from the
man. Sem. ] will read IL; Mr.: Judge:
sup. for he beat me and ne was go.
ing TO do worse 20 Mile. I love
her, ! killed him through the window
and ran away, Sem"
The Judge held up his hand to sil'
Gentlemen OF the jury. The case Is
postponed. Mr.. Clerk, l issue q bench
warrant for the arrest OF the real
confessed murderer. Mr.. Roberts. I
congratulate yonI will try to re-
Even Roberts keen memory could
never bring back the details OF what
really happened after that blessed
speech. All he remembered was the
soeonu Mss Win WhicH "iiiics Ups
The "sea GULL" with pillows OF
black smoke pouring from her fun
nels had Just swung around to face
the broad, open sea. Her anchor had
been swung on the deck, as the yacht
tender left the quay.
In II, besides Captain Farwell and
a sailor were Hawkins, Roberts-and
a little lady In the most gorgeous
gown she had ever dreamed OF wear
ing, much less seen!
II was a nervous and roseate little
steps to an accompaniment OF brazen
lunged cheers of the crew. The
siren footed and suddenly the little
brass cannon on the forward deck
doomed forth,
"Great Scott, Farwell!" cried the
"weil sir" grinned the captain.
'"rwenty.one guns is the salute for
the President OF the United States. I
thought that queen on board GER
tainly ought to get one more"
w As the w pGss q aob the yacht turned
looking back at the village. which
was the only home she had ever
known, a slim figure mounted to the
top OF great rock on the waters
Hold on. Sem. We amt goin' ter
shoot' cried one of the men. "we've
Sem M ni ooffeSSe back as5 's az 'tffS sm.
"Ys been huntin,. me fer a week, Ye
wanter get my last look at herr
And. throwing his arms high, Sem. |
Natures plaything.' sprang over the |
precipice to the rocks far beneath.
He had. indeed. gone to his trial be- |
(THE END !