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CHAPTER XIX. (Continued.)
"Yo'ur opinion of Herman Craven seems
to have changed."
'There is much, son. that we cannot
understand. Above all else, we must not
lose sight of the fact that Herman is the
dead banker's nephew his only sister's
child. 1 did doubt the validity of that
will, but ask yourself this question,
Would a wealthy uncle do less than lib
erally remember nn only nephew in his
will?' Again, would he uot be apt to
name his daughter's only living relative
her guardian? It is not strange that he
had named him his administrator. The
banker bade fair to live many years. Her
man was under his guidance, and he no
doubt hoped to see him come tip to his
standard of what he thought a young maw
6houId be, in which event he no doubt ex
pected that the young man would one day
become his son."
The two men here left the otlice, and the
father made his way hoiiio, while' fifteen
ininntes later the son entered the door of
the widow's residence, where he found
two women in tears.
"Cheer up! Cheer up!" he cried, as he
crossed the threshold. "You both prom
ised to be brave. Remember Sellars say
ing, The darkest hour nlways comes just
before dawn.' "
"Yes! Yes!" cried Jennie. "We have
his word his pledge!"
"And the pledge of Lang Sellars is nev
er violated, my love!"
"His reward," said the widow, "shall
not be measured by gold. We will ever
cherish his memory in our hearts."
"And my reward, dear Mrs. Campbell?"
"Yours, Arthur?"
"Mine, Mrs. Campbell! May I name it
now at least, the one I would ask? It
is the hand and heart of the girl I love!"
"Oh, Arthur! Arthur! You have the
heart now!" cried Jennie, as the young
man folded his arms about her.
"And you have won the hand also," said
the widow, with a smile that shone hap
pily even through her tears. "My chil
dren's happiness is all I crave. God bless
you both, und bring me back my boy!"
"And I may claim my bride?"
"When our great detective has fulfilled
his pledge."
CHAPTER XX.
At 10 o'clock ou the morning of the
twenty-eighth every seat in the court room
of Judge Fowler was tilled.
There was no longer even standing
room.
Wilmington's populace had turned out
almost en masse to listen to the verdict of
the jury in the case against Hubert Camp
bell, charged with murder, and few there
.were who doubted what that verdict
would be.
The prisoner occupied the box, as he hau
for several days previous, while seated
just without the railing that separated
him from the bar of the court was his
mother and sister.
It seemed that the calm demeanor of
the prisoner brought added confidence to
the two women, who were earnestly con
versing with him.
Within the bar were seated a number
of attorneys.
To the right of the judicial seat was At
torney Hobbins, while by his side sat Her
man Craven, without a single cloud dark
ening his brow.
Slightly removed from them sat Mrs.
Hammond, the wife of Director Ham
mond, Miss Steel, and the fair daughter
of the murdered banker.
To the left, nearer the prisoner, were
seated Lawyer Dobbs and his son.
The clerk of the court was already at
his post and Sheriff Cobb stood directly
behind the prisoner, while two of his dep
uties were leaning over the railing.
Coroner Field, who had held the pris
oner for trial, was standing near the
sheriff.
The low hum of voices resounded
throughout the court room, and expec
tancy was beaming from all eyes as they
were turned from time to time to the side
door by which it was expected the judge
would enter the court room.
As the last stroke of the clock died away
the door opened and the judge advanced
within the bar.
A moment more and he had mounted the
bench and taken his seat.
The sheriff had advanced within the
railing, and with his gavel he struck three
blows on the corner of the clerk'B desk,
crying out as he did so: "O yez, O yez!
This honorable court is now in session!
Order, order in this honorable court!"
A dead silence succeeded the sheriff's
proclamation.
. "Mr. Sheriff," said the judge, "have the
Jury in the case against Robert Campbell
agreed on a verdict?"
"They have, your honor!"
"Conduct them into court."
Sheriff Cobb passed without the railing
and struggled through the throng to the
rear 'end of the court room, where he
knocked on the jury room door.
In a moment more his voice resounded
through the room as he cried: "Make way!
Make way for the jury! Make way! Make
way!"
A space was opened, and down through
It, with the sheriff at their head, marched
ti:c twelve men who, through one word of
their foreman, would consign Robert
Campbell to the gallows. At least, so ex
pected a vast majority of those present in
the court room.
The jury filed into the box, and each
man stood facing the judge.
There was a solemn look on the faces
of these men that caused a shudder to
pass through the frames of a doting moth
er, a loving sister and the bereaved daugh
ter of the late banker, whose heart was
in the keeping of the prisoner at the bar.
"It is all up with him," thought Her
man Craven; nor thought he so alone.
The judge turned solemnly and faced
the jury. "Gentlemen of the jury, have
you agreed upon your verdict?"
"We have," responded Foremaa Al
bright. "What say you? Guilty or not guilty?"
Every neck was craned forward. Every
eye was on the lips of the foreman. Would
he never speak?
Ah, his lips move!
"We find the prisoner "
"Hold! Hold! Make way! Make way!"
Every attorney leaped to his feet.
Even the judge stood erect on his stand.
"Make way! Make way!" and strong
nrms were forcing a passage through the
throng from the main entrance of the
court room.
The prisoner, at the sound of that voice,
regardless of the sheriff's deputies, had
leaped to his feet, and standing erect, the
first object that met his gaze was the head
and shoulders of the great Southern detec
tive, towering above all others.
"Make way! Make way!" And in an
instant more three men marched within
the railing of the bar or rather the fore
most one was thrust within by the hands
of the detective, who followed.
This foremost party , was of n goodly
frame, being fully six feet in height. He
was clothed in a fashionable suit of steel
grny, a diamond stud glittered from his
white shirt front, a heavy gold chain hung
pendant from a button hole of his vest,
and a beaver hat rested rather slantingly
on his head.
His eyes were black nnd piercing, and
a grayish mustache adorned his upper lip.
On his thin lips was a scornful smile and
his features were livid with either the
emotion of hate or fear.
His gloved hands were before him, held
there by iron shackles, and one hand of
Sellnrs rested upon his shoulder.
The detective appeared as calm and col
lected as though he was at his home dand
ling his boy upon his knee.
All eyes were fixed ou these two figures,
and none noticed the frail looking man
who. leaning on a stout cane, had followed
in the wake of the detective.
The quick eye of Sellnrs had scanned all
countenances, but now his gaze was rivet
ed on an object of terror that had arisen
in alarm to its feet at the first sound of
his voice, but had sunk back to its seat
with a groan when the handcuffed form
had been thrust within the railing.
The object of terror was Herman Cra
ven. ' He sat, a cowering wretch, with the
pallor of death ou his face, and his wild
eyes gazing on the features of the man
acled man.
A dead silence had succeeded the en
trance of the three men within the bar.
I he judge, who had been lost to his sur
roundings, now recalled himself to the du
ties before him, and his ire was apparently
aroused.
"What means this unwonted disturb
ance of the proceedings of this court,
Lnng Sellnrs?" he demanded, in a loud
voice, with his eyes fixed on the detec
tive. "It means, your honor," came in deep
tones from the lips of Sellars, "that this
jury shall be saved from the disgrace of
pronouncing an innocent than guilty of the
foul crime of murder that this court shall
be saved the ignominy of condemning to
death one whose hand has shed no blood.
It means that this wretch who you see be
fore you is the murderer of Alvin DeRo
sette." A glad cry escaped the lips of Robert
Campbell's mother: "Saved! Saved! My
boy is saved!" and mother and daughter
were weeping in each other's arms, while
from his box the arms of the prisoner
were east about them.
"Who is your prisoner?" demanded the
judge, who appeared astounded ut Sellurs!
statement.
"Stephen Abbott, a Baltimore gambler
C. A. Stephens, a traveling man Ste
phen Craven, the futher of the president
of 'The Cape Fear Bank,' the cowering
wretch seated there, who was his accom
plice!" "It's false! It's a lie-! A wicked lie!"
cried Herman. "I never saw the mun
before! Robert Campbell murdered my
dear uncle! I caught him red-bunded in
the act!"
A scornful smile parted the lips of Ste
phen Craven, as he glanced contemptuous
ly at l)is son.
"Here, your honor," exclaimed Sellars,
"is a bag of coin twelve thousand live
hundred dollars in gold!" and he laid It on
the desk before the clerk. "If you will
read this missive, you will learn how I
obtained it!"
"Let the clerk read It aloud, that the
counsel may hear also," said the judge.
Sellars handed the letter to the clerk,
who read as follows:
"Baltimore, Md. Sept. 22, 1857.
Dear Herm Read effusion below and
comply by first express. I am hard up,
and can delay no longer. Your Dad.
Up one pair of stairs, then pass In a door,
Under the red until the chimney before.
Where sits a young maiden in tears and
alone, '
I left that behind that caused me to groan
Use very great care in removing the iuu,
And send its equivalent to a man with
three names;
Then have no delay, but make heiress
your wife
As soon as you can after one's lost his life.
Since one direct blow made you a rich
man,
You must uot forget the villain who ran,
For the fetters that bind us are stronger
than steel,
Aud danger has fled if your lips you will
seal.
Two nights in n garret and oue on the
road,
With shot bag behind, was a very big
loaa.
I guided the blade of the sheath knife,
you see,
Aud now there's a fortune for both you
and me.
You jingled that bell at an opportune
time,
And can clasp in your arms an heiress,
divine.
Gold satisfies me, yon know very well,
For sending the soul of a banker to h 1.
P- S. The bag of coin was a rich find,
and one that came unexpectedly. That
poor devil, R. C, made a fatal error en
tering the banker's residence that night.
It will cost him his life, but it is better so.
I feared to leuvo the house with the coin,
and hod every opportunity during the com
motion below to place it where you will
find it. Send its equivalent quick! Ad
dress as before, Stephen Abbott, Balti
more, Md."
"That concludes the letter," said the
clerk.
Exclamations of horror arose from all
parts of the court room, but they were
soon checked by the voice cf the judge
himself: "Order in court! Mr. Sheriff,
you will preserve order!"
"How came that letter in your posses
sion, Mr. Sellars?" asked the judge. "Aud
to whom is it addressed?"
"That letter, your honor, arrived at the
postollice in Wilmington, on the morning
of the twenty-fourth of September. The
envelope bears the address 'Herman Cra
ven, Wilmington, N. C On the left
hand corter appears the word, 'Person
al.' "
"1 I never saw it! I know nothing
about it" gasped Herman. "Tiiere is a
foul plot here!"
"Proceed, Mr. Sellars," said the judge.
"I had for some time suspected that
Banker DeRosette was murdered by one
C. A. Stephens, nnd that Herman Craven
was nn accomplice. I had requested Post
muster Grady to hold any mail that might
arrive addressed to Herman Craven,
marked 'Personal,' or out of the ordinary
line that the bunk usually received, for
my inspection.
"On the night of the twenty-third I re
turned from a trip South. I had visited
New Orleans, aud had ascertained the
fact that Herman Craven had lied to his
uncle when he hud stated that his futher
fell a victim to yellow fever two years pre
vious to his (Herman's) arrival in Wil
mington. The yellow fever had claimed
no such victim in -New Orleans as Ste
phen Craven.
"I at once came to the conclusion that
Stephen Craven and C. A. Stephens were
one and the same man, and before I left
New Orleans I had formed the opinion
that Stephen Abbott was the same indi
vidual. "On the morning of the tventy:fourth
Mr. Grady handed me this letter. After
reading it I fixed up a dummy express
package in his private olliee and consigned
it by express to Stephen Abbott, taking
myself the same train for Baltimore that
bore the package. I was accompanied by
Adam, the colored coachman of the lute
banker, who on the night of the seven
teenth of August had seen C. A. Stephens
nnd Herman Craven conversing together.
In fact, who had driven them twice past
the banker's residence in the DeRosette
carriage on that evening."
"I I never saw that man before! There
is a conspiracy here to blast my charac
ter!" cried Herman.
"Proceed, Mr. Sellnrs." said the judge.
"Arrived in Baltimore, I took up my sta
tion in the express otlice with Adam near
me, and at 11 a. m. on the twenty-sixth,
when this man entered the express ofllce,
called for nnd obtained the package, I ap
prehended him. He fought desperately
for his life, as you can see from this rent
in my coat sleeve, caused by a thrust of
his dirk, but I easily disarmed him, and
he stands before you. On his person I
found these letters. They were purloined
from a package taken from a trunk in the
attic of the late banker's residence, where
the assassin had secreted himself, and
where he remained for two days and
nights after the murder.
"I had no trouble in obtaining a requi
sition from Gov. Elliott of Maryland to
convey my prisoner from the State. We
arrived here at 0:15 this morning. I found
the bug of coin beneath the brick hearth
before the fireplace in Miss DeRosette's
room at her residence. Adam, of course,
recognized this man as C. A. Stephens, the
man he had driven out in company with
Herman Craven, and although testimony
of his would not be admissible, it will not
be needed. I think I have stated enough
to convince the court that Robert Camp
bell is an innocent man, and that the mur
derer of Alvin DeRosette stands beside
me."
"Marvelous!" ejaculated the judge.
"I will say further," said the detective,
"that even the sea has given up it's dead,
to show a motive on the part of Herman
Craven' for the foul crime, in which he
was an accessory. Indeed, without his
aid It could not have been committed.
"I encountered on the steamer, coming
down the Chesapeake bay, one long since
mourned as dead a man who, though one
of the survivors of the ill-fated Gossmore,
has for months lain with a .disordered
brain in an asylum near Liverpool, Eng
land. As soon as he was sane and in a
condition to travel he left England for
America. He is yet frail and feeble, but
your honor will have no difficulty in rec
ognizing in the gentleman standing here,"
and the detective moved slightly to one
side "John D. Loyd, the surviving wit
ness of AJrta DeRosette' will."
(To be cintinued.)
DANGEROUS TO LAUGH
nOYAL ATTENDANTS MUST COM
MAND THEIR FEATURES.
Officer of the Czar Lost $12,000 a
Year and High Position on Account
of Inopportune Mirth Kaiser Also
la Touchy in This Regard.
It was nwkwnrd for the Czar's confi
dential adviser. Baron Enidoff, a few
weeks ago, that he had not a quicker
control over his features, for a laugh
ut the wrong moment lost hlin his high
position und f 12.IKK) a year.
While the royal suite was at Com
plegne, soon after the arrival, the Czar
was tired, nnd a little Irritable, by the
effects of the long journey. While go
ing through the big library, which was
part of the great apartments prepared
ror him, he slipped on a wolfskin mat
that lay on the highly polished floor,
made a wild attempt to save himself,
and clutched at one of his attendants.
He nearly brought himself aud his
standby to the ground, but lie just man
aged to avoid a fall. The spectacle was
rather ludicrous, especially In such a
stately personage; nnd when the rather
Irritated monarch turned round ho
found his favorite Enidoff Indulging in
a grin of amusement, which he could
uot suppress.
The Czar, who detests levity on state
occasions, spoke very sharply to the
culprit, who, next day, was dismissed
his post, and relegated to an assistant
secretaryship, with plenty of hard
work to do, and wherein he never sees
the Czar at all. Although wealthy and
of the oldest nobility, the baron dared
not refuse the minor service. His for
mer stipend was 12,000 a year.
But the Kaiser, ou the whole, Is the
most dangerous person to laugh at, or
before, and more than one person has
"done for" himself in this way. So did
the unfortunate Gough MUbanke find
It the clever but bluff Scottish colonial
administrator. It was he who used to
command the Sultan Abou Din's troops
and manage the Arabian flanances.
The Kaiser took him up, four years
ago, as a guest, with a view to mak
ing use of him In the new "expansion"
policy of the German Empire, and had
decided to give him a fine position in
the East, to guard German Interests in
China, at a princely remuneration, of
course. The Kaiser sees to these things
himself, and anybody who becomes one
of his right-hand men Is pretty well set
up for life.
At one of the audiences given him
at Potsdam, MUbanke was giving the
Emperor the benefit of his experience
and receiving his orders, when the Kai
ser made a rather absurd suggestion
as to eastern diplomacy, proposing to
win the confidence of the Japanese aud
Kurile Islanders with presents.
MUbanke, bursting into a guffaw,
asked the Kaiser if he thought the
Japanese were Congo niggers, who
could be bought over with a few glass
beads and a flint lock gun? The Kaiser
froze at once, wished MUbauke good
night, and never reopened relations
with him.
The moral is, when you are chatting
with a king don't forget he is a king,
and dig him In the rllw. A still more
amusing case of this kind was the mis
take of another Scottish administrator,
Duncan McVea, who was, next to Mc
Lenvy Brown, of Coren, the most fa
mous of "wandering" governors. Scot
land, by the way, supplies 80 per cent
of the world's pioneer administrators,
as well as Its engineers.
McVea was dealing with that pleas
ant but touchy monarch, the King of
Portugal, who had proposed to put the
rather slinky government of the Cape
Verde Islands Into his hands, to set
things going and pull the finances to
gether. This would have been a big
step, nnd meant some 25,000 a year to
the famous adventurer; but be had too
much of what Scotchmen are supposed
to lack sense of humor. At any rate, it
was the ruin of the finest prospect he
ever had.
The king became a little excited and
irritated at the various common-sense
objections that McVeu. knowing what
he was talking about, opposed to some
of the monarch's plans, and though the
king speaks admirable English as a
rule, when excited It becomes a very
odd mixture Indeed. This, finally, so
worked on McVea's feelings that he
smiled audibly, with the result that he
was promptly ordered away, and the
Cape Verdes still lack a Scottish gov
ernor to look after their affairs. Lon
don Answers.
ried ranks. The Italian army regula
tions fix the limit of a bride's dowry,
but the law Is frequently broken, for
it hns been recently estimated that
only about one-eighth of the mar
riages have occurred under the proper
conditions. The other seven-eighths are
attended with all the inconvenlencles
of a marrige not recognized by the
civil law.
GEN. GRANT AND HIS FATHER.
Dowry of Brides.
In almost every country but America
there are restrictive conditions In force
with regard to the marriage of army
officers. In Russia especially Is this
to be found, as no circumstances will
permit the marriage of an ofliccr under
the age of 23, nnd not even between
that and 23 years, unless the bride's
dowry Is a sum sufficient to allow him
to keep his money for bis personal use.
I The limit of this dowry Is fixed by
i the government.
In the Austro-Hungarlnn army the
number of officers authorized to marry
is limited by a fixed proportion In each
grade, and when these totals are
reached further marriages are probib
I nted until vacancies occur in the mar-
Elder Gentleman, Visiting His Son,
Was Entertained by Oen. Dickie.
On the authority of the late Judge
Dickie, for some time chief justice of
Illinois, and during the Civil War chief
of cavalry under General Grant while
Grant bad his headquarters at Mem
phis, the Chicago Times-Herald tells a
remarkable story. It shows how Gen
eral Grant once fulfilled his sense of
honor In a matter In which he believed
his owu father was Improperly concern
ed, without hurting his father's feel
ings. While at Memphis Grant had re
ceived word that his father was
coming to visit him. Ills staff
might have perceived that the pros
pect of this visit did not please
him, but It passed without comment.
One nigbt very soon before the date set
for his father's visit, General Grant
summoned General Dickie to him, aud
said:
"I have sent for you as a personal
friend. My father Is coming to visit
me, and what I have got to tell you
about thp.t V'!t i3 nrtt plenlni f vnt
but something must be done. Some of
the money sharks and cotton specula
tors have gained an unwarrantable In
fluence over him, nnd ho is really com
ing down here to use his Influence over
me to gaiu(favors for theni.
"This cannot be. I do not wish to
wound his feelings. I do not wish him
to know that I understand the object
of his visit. I have prepared a plan of
action which I wish you to aid me iu
carrying out."
He then relieved General Dickie of
duty as commander of the cavalry, and
told him to devote himself wholly to
Mr. Jesse Grant during his Btay--to
take him to his own tent and entertain
him there, nnd above all to prevent the
old gentleman from being alone with
his son, General Grant, for an Instant.
The general's father arrived, and was
very much pleased to accept General
Dickie's hospitality, not knowing what
It Involved.
General Dickie entertained him most
hospitably, but stuck to him very close
ly. If the elder Grant found himself
alone and hastened to see his son, there
he found General Dickie.
Four br five days passed, and he had
gained no opportunity for a private In
terview, and no chance to force one.
For nearly ten days he kept up the
attempt, but had to go away at last
without having accomplished his er
rand. When he was gone Dickie was
restond to his cavalry duty. The sub
ject was never again referred to be
tween Grant and Dickie, but General
Dickie, shortly before his death, told
the story to a Chicago lawyer.
SURGERY OF BIRDS AND BEASTS.
of
They Evidently Have a Method
Treating Their Wounds.
That wild birds and animals possess
a knowledge of surgery or something
that answers the purpose Is well known
to those who are Intimate with their
habits.
An example of this In small birds was
noted by nn amateur naturalist last
winter. He shot a specimen of the
horned lark. On going to pick up the
bird be wns very much annoyed to find,
as he thought, that he had shot off oue
of Its legs. But on closer Inspection It
was developed that the loss was an old
one, the right leg being off from the
Joint. The skin seemed to have been
drawn over the end of the stump and
had healed perfectly. 'Hie loss of this
leg must have Inconvenienced the bird
considerably while on the ground feed
ing, but It certainly did not hinder Its
Hying ability, for It was bowling along
In good shape when shut.
That a bird of this size should survive
theshockaudthe attendant loss of blood
of such an Injury Is nothing short of
marvelous. And there Is no acocunting
for It, except that they have som
means of treating such injuries.
Another case bearing on this
that of a three-legged deer on Long
and. He had been known by his
for several years before bis ctn
(which, according to rejwrt, ocAed
last season, although It Is only flnr
ed), and many of the hunters hq mode
special attempts to kill this ty. Tne
loss of the limb did not seenV0 ,nter"
fere In nny way with his fatness of
foot, for be seemed able to stance the
best dogs on the Island.
No one seemed to knov'ow he had
lost his log, but lost It heud. nd any
one with even a erudenovledge of
anatomy must know thi without treat
ment of some kind to P the flow the
animal would have bd to death.
It all goes to Bho. sny the New
York Times, that or feathered and
furred friends of tb woods have nn ef
ficient Red Cross system of their own.
PIk IrontTsed tn 10OO.
More than 21000.000 pounds of pig
Iron were contained In thli country hi
1000.
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