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Show THE MISSING MAN y MARY R. Author of P. HATCH Tha Bank Tragedy" 1'oprrlfhi, 1MI, by Im and Hbapard has been adduced to give soma Idea af Mr. Slone's able and effective pica. There wss no doubt It had been well considered, and it evidently bore upon its face the individual belief of tbs lawyer. At ita cl use friends gsibered srouud him, aud both .ie and Mr. Hamilton were wartul.t congratulated, for court bsd adjourned, it being near The claimant Kdes catties in for a share of the i.opular attention during the plea, for he eeented instinct and defiance. with determination When allusion whs made lo Mrs. Hamilton he was seen to clench his hand and start wrathrullv in his aeat. and he leaned forward in say to his counsel, Mr. Stevens, th.it he was glad shs 1 was not present. Mr. Stevens was not glad. He felt had she been in court Mr. Stone'a siicech must have lost some of Ita acrimony, and that her calm, ladylike demeanor would have presented a speaking rout i put to his words. However, the opiHirtuniiy had passed, and the counsel for the prosecution trembled for the result, Mr. Stevens began bis argumeut at about two o'clock. Hnd be rejoiced when he saw Mrs. Hamilton enter tbe court room, for tier presence nerved him to greater effort and belief in tbe Justice of the cause he advocated. He spoke of the able and exhaustive argument of Mr. Stone, and of the manner in which the evidenee had been presented to make It abow to No men know the best advantage. better how to conceal weak point than they," but In this rase they had overdone the matter. When the two men met at Portland did depot as they most assuredly meet on the Friday In question the respondent had ample opportunity to see for hltfiself the conditlun of the true claimant's mind at that time. It waa perfectly evident that he had for gotten his own name; and when after the supposed death of his victim he came here to take the plaro of hta , brother, to fraudulently take possess-sionso plauswhat course would look ible as to pretend lie had lost hia memory. aa he knew the other to have done. This would acsount for the long absence, the probable manner of Hamilton on his way to Portland, and and Inconvenient lack of kowledge regarding people and eventa which would of necessity recur to him. He could lay It to lapses of memory, as he had done more than once. The reapondent, who waa In reality Ashley hlntself. was a man of great resources, of threat fertility. He came to Grovedale to step Into hts twin brother's possessions, after the supposed death of the true Vane Hamilton; and he laid claim to the latter'! manner, peculiarities, and so forth, much of which was natural to him. The great resemblance waa true and undoubted, but probably no greater than la often observed between twins . of both sexes. (To be continued.) e I.e-nor- a, at 'lie time when he returned; and she had nu other reason fur her denial except i he absurd one of 'individual odor.' something which never before had lieen broached in any court of Justice. She had fainied when she first saw him. which fact spoke of Insiinl but claimed to have immediately afterwards doubted iiim by the absence of the Individual odor. "The futility ol' such reasoning as this must bt apparent to every one who heard it. A matter of breath or diet! It waa nut worthy of the least consideration. Iiut other muiters o. At the moment of his return Mrs. Hamilton was talking with Mr. Alien about the monument, which was Just completed, lo be erected to the memory of her husband. Sne was dressed in lilsck: but ahe was far from being unhappy, for she had other hopes in her heart regarding the unknown Primus Kdes, who in some mysterious manner had succeeded in getting a nolu on her heart and sympathies. She fainted because she saw her hopes dashed to the ground by the rot urn of her husband, w hom she had thought dead. "But all this time her husband had been suffering with a mental malady that robbed him of memory. What he did or did not do at that time could not be discovered. Ho went away on Friday, the fifteenth of May; he returned January twenty-fifth- ; and the interval was filled in with tabor to support his necessities. Could anything be simpler of understanding than this? He took no cognizance of what went on during his absence the bank troubles, his wife's hollow grief, the search for him, the monument to be set up in the cemetery. He knew nothing of all this, and when he returned to Grovedale he waa greatly astonished at the turn affairs had taken. He did his best to set them right, took up his place at the mill, and would have subsided into hia old relation, unquestioned by any one. half-hearte- d nP.Z&Z&WJ&ZF) 7277jB6&IZZ7EXr AWJZOXS&EE- ould for the sufferer. Mr. Marks Is s espectable man who was known to he Hamilton family In early life, and s an old acquaintance was kindly by my client. He has followed he calling of book agent, and lingered few daye In Grovedale till a consignment from the publishers should re-elv- ; ar-ive- with earnest-les- s and eloquence, well sustaining of is reputation. The counter-charg-e nurder against the plaintiff created no ittle excitement among those who tow heard It for the first time. Mrs. Hamiltons letter signed Calls Jly was produced In court and sworn o as genuine. Even she did not deny t, but said it was one she wrote to her insband, at least a year ago, and she referred to believe It additolnal proof hat the claimant really was her hue-isnMr. Ferguson spoke Her declaration was evidently so lncere that many gave It Instant They felt convinced that in some ray the letter had come Into the of Edes, perhaps with the key ind notes. This was the one which in the lining of his in. Fry found she sent to Mr. Swan oat, and which ind by blm was transmitted to Mr. d j ruce. Two witnesses from the where Mrs Ashley resided estlfled to the msnner of her death, ind the curious report was read In ourt The letter written by her they stated could not be found, be-le- f. poe-eseio- n neigh-lorboo- hue-an- d mt one witness, it woman, Mrs. Mann, estlfled to having seen and read It hat Mrs Ashley showed It to her, and he ring, on the day of Its receipt. At the close of the testimony for the espondent it seemed a clear case in ill favor, and, as the public Judged, it iUBt so appear to the Jury. Still, the nterest did not subside, and re the norning of the seventh day of the rial the court house was thronged to tear the closing arguments by the ounsel. CHAPTER XXII. The Closing Arguments, dr. Stone, whose mind was partlcn-l- y keen and alert, reviewed In a tdl-- ; manner the evidence which had It n presented for the defense. that the I been claimed," he said, e was one of ideniliy only; but It nut so. It was a wife's unfalthful-i- s that was the root of the whole tier. No one had denied toe Identl-o- f Mr. Hanilicn. owpt Ms wife. had It not been for his wife's Infatuation for Primus Edes, a common workman aa he chose to appear, but whom we now know to be a most accomplished villain. He saw the lady at church and waa struck by her beauty. There can be little doubt but that he was filled by a wild, uncontrollable love for her the first time they met. He began to lay plans to possess her, knowing that her husband had left her, perhaps never to return. In his love for this woman he forgot all else forgot he was a fugitive from Justice, disguised to appear a d workman; forgot he had a wife already, the beautiful Lenora Ashley, who had clung to him, aa some women will, through evil as well as good report; or if he did not forget It, he put these considerations one side, and set himself to win the notice of Mrs. Hamilton. She, from the first, professed to see a resemblance in Primus Edes to her husband, and, no doubt, he heard of It But he made no use of this idea until after the return or her husband', and he was warned not to go near the premises of the Hamilton. Then he shot himself one morning on those very premises with a pistol, without doubt stolen from Dan Fry, in the hopes of Its being laid to Mr. Hamilton. He wished to make it appear that he was shot by Mr. Hamilton, and the wound on his head a slight one was to be the groundwork of his claims; for, no doubt, he planned the whole scheme of villainy before the shooting of himself. ( Mrs. Hamilton did not go near him. Indeed, she was prudent from the first; but when Mrs. Fry went for her to quiet her patient, who she thought was wilder than ever In h!s ravings, Mrs. Hamilton went over. Edes claimed her as his wife tl-- e moment she entered the room, and she did not gainsay him. The next thing was to lay claim to the Hamilton estates. "But before this, nearly two weeka before the shooting, he sent the poisoned ring to his wife to remove hoc from his path. The letter was signed Henry Ashley, and was a loving, tender missive thst would have deceived any woman. She wore the ring a few days and died. There was so much talk shout the matter that it led to disinterment of the remains, when It was found that she had really been poisoned. Much moro van said, but enough half-witte- Habit Was Too Strong. The force of old associations, as Samuel Beverley learned one Sunday morning, la something against which to be on guard. After thirty years of service aa a railroad man, chiefly In the capacity of conductor, Beverly had retired, and was spending hia days quietly In hia native town. Just after he had taken hie accustomed seat one morning In church, he was requested to perform the duty of an absent deacon, by assisting In taking up the collection. He was proceeding decorously along the aisle with the plate, when, halfway down the stale, he came to the Atkinson On this morning Mrs. Atkinpew. son's Uncle Harvey, who happened to It next the alale, had dropped off into a pleasant little nap. When Beverly espied the old man, he unconsciously doffed the demeanor suited to the place and In' a twinkling became official. He tapped the sleeping man on the shoulder. he demanded, Ticket, please! sharply and audibly.: Youth's Companion. S R; CROCKETT, Autior o lf. noon. good CHAPTER XXI, Continued. "Tlila letter wan found by Swan, or rather by Sirs. Fry, in the lining of Kdes' coat, but through his efforts, and he transmitted it to Detective Bruce. It would be produced In court in due ordtr of the tesiimmiy. The rest waa known the claim to Mr. llauillton'a estate and family. At this point nothing would be said about the motive, which was only too apparent, but allusions must be made to a sc lions charge against Henry Ashley, alias Primus Kdi-s- , lor the murder of his wife, the beautiful, unfortunate who (lied of poison but two weeka previous to the rlsinis sot up by Edes. She received by mail a poisoned ring, and was asked to wear it In remembrance of her husband, who would soon return to her. The name signed was Henry Ashley, and it had been proved that after wearing the ring a week site died. The body was burled, but afterwards disinterred, aud it was proved that she was poisoned by the ring, without doubt. This charge would be proven by competent witnesses to be true. It was very startling when taken Into account with Edes' infatuation for Mrs. Hamilton, and his claim that she wss his wife. You will see how diabolical was his plan, and you can also see his motive. But for his love for Mrs. Hamilton he would never have dared to thrust hia claim before the public; but as Sam-ao- n was shorn of his strength by the fair hands of Delilah, so has many a weaker man been robbed of hia reason by love of woman. Mr. Hamilton's course has been straightforward throughout . Having nothing to conceal, there have been no efforts at concealment lie warned Edes not to come near his house, as you or I would have done. But when he heard the shot fired be Jumped from his bed, rushed out that he waa lying wounded upon the ground, and forgot hia displeasure in doing all that he G fee (Copyilslil. Chapter XXX. Continued. clnsp-- il ItvD, her hands, going a step e repre- sentatives. 'That sounds well enough. answer-Uor- l doubtfully, but will It stand probation, think you. when Hugo scowls at us from under his brows?" fef home!" Well, said Jorian. at all events, will hate ililx one-s- he Is so there is always our Heleue. I think merry!" cr'cl solemn Burls, seising we may risk it." ' Anu rappenhelra about the waist. True." meditated Boris, you ssy And 1 this! She pretendeth well. There Is always Heleue. The tricks like a mon- Little Playmate will not let our necks ypi ks Jl" said Jorlan, quickly following stretched! Nut at least for suchis example. Tbe girls fended them couring a Princess in distress." gslkntl), jet. as mayhap they desired that case was hopeless. In a short quarter of an hour tbe I this prosperous estate wss tha drums of the Palace coin ship of Franconia and Ilassen-hug- , Guard had beaten Plassenburg to arms. From gate when Mime lu:lnrt drew the to the light had borne tJO of Jnrian to the door of the the gate cheerful trumpet call, and when , which Anna had carefully Joan returned, heartlesa and downcast, left open at her entrance, in order to with half a dosen more mouldy rascals, lr their retreat. of muck-rakeand damp The Duchess Joan stood there ellent smelling stable ahe fouud before her straw, and regardant. more than half the horsemen of The next moment both the late ene armed In burnished voy of Plsssenbnrg were saluting aa steel. Whereat ahe could only look If atlffly xi they had still been at Boris In astonishment. while Anna and Martha, blushYour Highness, said that captain, ing divinely, were busy with their we are only able to neeilework in the corner, aa demure saluting gravely, as accompany you Envoys Extraordinaa tali caught sipping rrosra. ary of tha Trlnce and Princess of Jun looked at the four a while withBut aa aurh we feel it our out speaking. In order prrgierly to support our duty Captain Boris, and Jorlsn," the State to take with us a suitable attendaid sternly, a messenger has corns ance! from Prince Conrad to say that the Before Joan could reply a messenger Muscovites press him hard. He asks came spurring up the long, narrow for instant reinforcements. There is Joan took the letter and not a man fit for duty within the city etreeta It with a Jerk. opened , levs your command. Will you take From then to the Prince's assistance im- tha PrinceHigh Captulu von Orseln to Joan. mediately? Werner von Orseln fights "Come with all speed. If you would Kerna-sergers by kls aide. Maurice and my be in time. We are hard beset. The are already on their way." enemy are all about ua Prluce Conbut My lady. It la heartbreaking, rad has ordered a charge! ve cannot," said Boris dolefully. Our The face of the woman whitened Lord Prince Hugo bade us keep tbe ae she read, but at the Same moment till he ehould arrive! tity the fingers of Joan of the Sword Hand Cowards!" cried Joan, I will go tightened upon the hilt. 8he read tha nyself. The Cripples, the halt, and letter aloud. no comment he blind shall follow me. Thorn of Boris cried anThere waeJorian order, dropped Bornhelm and theae maidens there to the rear, and the retinue of the Enthey shall follow me to the rescue of voys Extraordinary swung out on tha heir Prinoe. road towards the great battle. And at this her voice broke and aha Aa Joan and the warcaptalna of sobbed out, Cowards! cowards! cowcame nearer they heard ards! God preserve me from coward- aPlassenburg low growling roar like tha distant ly men!" sound of the breakers on tha outer Boris looked at Jorian. Jorlan lookshore at Isle Rugen. It rose and fell ed at Boris. aa the fitful wind bore It towarde Not madam," said Boris gravely; It never entirely ceased. It li them, butdashed "your servants are no cowards. They through the fords of true that wa were commanded by our the Alla, the three hundred lances of master to keep hia Palace Guard withthe Plassenburg Guard clattering in the dty walls, and these must stay. sense wa In some But still eagerly behind them. Joan led, on a two are black horse which Conrad had given Envoys Extraordinary, and not strictly her. a Tbe two with one As Palace Guard. Princes ofj therefore, charged with a free mind Set their steel cape more firmly on their heads. camniaaion In the interests of peace, They came nearer. A few wreathe n c&n without, wrongdoing accom-pu- y of smoke, hanging over tha yet distant whither will. Eh, you you field, told where Russ and Teuton met Jorlan?" In battle array. A solemn, slumberous "Ay," quoth Jorian; we are at her reverberation beard at Intervals spilt ten the service o' till Highness's dull the roar apart. It waa general dock." the new cannon which had come from "And why till ten?" asked Joan, the Margraf George to help beat back toning to go out common foe. Then they began to 0h I" returned Jorian,. there la the men hasting eltywari, and other matters to pass limping wretchsesto. But there la time for a wealth with fleeing and es looked who over as shoulders their of fighting before ten. Lead on, maIf they saw steel flashing at their dia. We follow youf Highness! backs. two nearer Boris as if in appeal. to. kind atis." she said, have pity OB two poor girls who hate no work to 4ix Think we sro orphans and far ST y, I,, sea-win- d guird-room- s l'las-senbur- g cap-a-pi- men-at-arn- Plae-eenbur- En-vo- g panic-stricke- B was a strange, uncouth Xosa had got together In bend that a handful of minutes In order to accompany her te the field upon which, sullenly retiring before the vastly more numerous enemy, Conrad and hie little army stood at bay. The two captains turned away in disgust They walked to and fro a little apart, and Borie, who loved all animals, kicked a dog that came hie way- - Boris was unhappy. He avoided Jorlah's eye. At last he broke out: We cannot let our Lady Joan set forth for field with such a following of mumpers and as these!" tun-barre- ls he said. Boris confided thta, as It were, to tbe housetops. Jorian apparently did not In Fly Time. Charles J. Bonaparte, the new Secretary of the Navy, writes a neat and beautiful hand. A reporter, on a hot afternoon not long since, complimented Mr. Bonaparte on his chlrography, and to the compliment the secretary replied: At the seaside I once heard a little girl make a remark about ber fathers writing that would not hare applied to mine. The little girl was reading with her mother In the hotel office. On the table before her was an ink bottle end some clean stationery, and as she read a fly got into the Ink. The fly, after a hard struggle, emerged from ita black bath, and in an exhausted and draggled condition It trailed Itself slowly and with great difficulty across a sheet of anowy paper. The little girl, regarding the fly's track across the page, exclaimed. Oh, mamma, look! Hen la a fly that writes Juat like papa. Diplomatic 8mall Boy. To lliustrate a point or statecraft Campbell-BannermaSir llc-nrthe ,IIn English statesman, has lieen his constiinenla a story of a small boy who went to hia mamma and asked her to lend him a pencil. But." said the mother, I left a pen and ink for you to do your lessons with on ihe nursery table. Why don't you use that instead of a pencil?'' Clarence Dr,?! you hesitated for a moment. think, mamma. he aatil at length, "that the Tinica Is a vey jiseml Of course, I do. snsweroil mamma: but what Well, you see. the tittle lad explained, I want a pencil to write to the editor and ask him whatll taka irk stains out of a carpet.1 TfieRafdoRx&o ly 8. K. IWkrtt.) tectlnn to their Excellencies at the seennd line, had wheeled and now came thrusting their laneee fra ly Into Cossack backs. Theta last, thiai taken In the roar, turned and Bad, Hey, Werner, good lad, do not slay your rumradea! Down blade, old Thirsty. Hast thou not drunken enough blood this morning?" So cried lha as Werner dashed the blood aud tears out of hie eyes. "Back! back!" he cried, aa soon aa he knew with whom he had to do. Go back! Conrad 1 slain or hath a brole en head. They were thrusting at him as he lay to kill him outright. The beaten curs of Courtland broka at tha first attack. Get him to horse! Quick, I say. My Juan! what do you la this place?" For even while he spoke Joan had dismounted and was holding Conrad's head on her lap. With the soft white kerchief which she woreon her helm a a favor she wiped the wound on hta head. It was long, but did not appear to be very deep. Werner stood al finished, gaslng at hia mistress. He Is not dead! I.ift him up, you two!" Jean cried suddenly. No, I will take him on my Bleed. It Is the alone strongest, and I the lightest. will bear him in." And before any could apeak ahe sprang Into the saddle without assist pcs with all her old lightness of ao n "Kernsberg!" cried Joan, her sword high In the air, as she set spurs In her black stallion and swept onward a good twenty yards before the rush of the horsemen of Plsaaenburg. Joan's qnlck glance about her for Conrad told her nothing of hia whereabouts. But the two more experienced, perceived that the Muscovites were already everywhere victorious. Their wings outflanked and overlapped the slender array of Courtland. Only about the cannon and on the far right-diany seem to ba making a stand. There!" cried Jorlan, couching his lance, there by the cannon Is where we will get our bellyful of fighting." He pointed where, amid a confusion of fighting men, wounded and struggling horses, and the great black tubes of the Margraf 's cannon, they saw the sturdy form of Werner von Orseln, grown larger through the smoke and dusty smother, best riding the body of a fallen knight. He fought aa one fights a swarm of angry bees, striking every way with a desperate courage. g The charging squadrons of Pl&a divided to pass right and left of the cannon. Joan first of all, with her sword lifted and crying not Kerna-ber- g Conrad! Conrad!" now, but drove straight into the heart of the Cossack swarm. At the trampling of the horses feet the Muscovites lifted their eyes. They had been too Intent to kill to waste a thought on any possible succor. Joan felt herself strike right and left. Her heart was crazed within her so that she set spurs In her steed and rode him forward, plunging and furious. Then a blowing wisp of white plume was swept aside, and through a helmet (broken as a nut le cracked and falls apart) Joan saw the fair A trickle of head of her Prince. blood welted a clinging curl on his forehead and rtole down Ms pale cheek. Werner von Orseln, begrimed and drunken with battle, bestrode the body of Prince Conrad. Foaming In his battle anger, the ancient would have struck down hie mistress. For he sew all things red, and his heart was bitter within him. With all the power that was In her, right and left Joan smote to clear her way to him, praying that If aha could not sate Mm she might at least die with him. But by this time Captains Boris and Jorian, leaving their horsemen to ride sen-bur- "Cowards I Cowardsl Cowards!" listen. He waa clicking his dagger la Ha sheath, but from Ms next word It was evident that hie mind bad not y Inactive. kat excuse could we make to Hugo, our Prince? he said at last, "Scarcely did tie believe us the last lime. And on tbls occasion we have his direct orders." "Are we not still Envoys? queried Br And as Envoys of a great principality Plusponliurg repre- of the most noble Prince rt,,Jjcs aud Princess In this Empire, should we not rids with retinue duo and fitting? That U not the Palace Guard taking hta battle, it is onlv affording pro- - been j war-capta- in , "Baeki Back! , Go backl" tlon, most like that of a lithe lad who chases the colts In hie fathere croft that he may ride them bareback. Bo Werner von Oreetn lifted the head and Boris tha feet, bearing him tenderly that they might set him upon Joans horse. On either side walked tell Boris and sturdy Werner, who steadied the unconscious Prince with the palmi of their hands. Meanwhile the Palace Guard, with Jorlan at ita head, defended tha Blow retreat,, while on the flanks Maurico and hia staunch Kernabergers checked the victorious advance of the Muscovites. Yet the disaster waa complete. The left thefleed, thejTlefl the camp, they left the munitions of war. They abandoned tbe Margrafs cannon and all hia great store of powder. Only the Kernbergere bit their lips and watched tbe eye of Maurice, by whoee side a slim page In chain-ma- il had ridden all day with visor down. And tbe men of the Palace Guard pray ed for Prince Hugo to come. Ae for Joan, she cared nothing for victory or defeat, loss or gain, because the man she loved lay on her breast, bleeding and very still. Yet with great gentleness she gave him down Into loving hands and aftee-warstood marble-pal- e beside the couch while Theresa von Lynar armor unlaced hie and waah ed hia nerw wounds. Then, Ing, herself to see him Buffer, she murmured over to herself, once, twice, and a hundred tlmee, God help me to do eo and more also to those who have wrought this specially to Lonls of Courtland and Ivan of Muscovy. "Abide ye, little one be patient. Vengeance will come to both! said Theresa. T, who do not promise lightly, promise It you!" (To be continued.) d - I Her Mother Wanted tha News. The habit of moving the lips when reading Is a good deal more common than people suppose. But speaking of that habit, a queer thing happened recently on a train on which I was rid lng. I was sitting by a man who mow-ehie lips when he read. While ba apparently made no sound he really shaped hie lips for each word. Ha waa reading a newspaper and ao waa L I wae seated next to the alala After we had been reading a Uttle while I felt some one touch my arm. Looking around I saw a little girl seated by a woman across the aisle waa smiling at me. Tleaae, sir, she said, would yon bold your paper lower? Of course I was surprised at the re quest and asked ber why. 'Because she replied, my mamma here, who la deaf, wanta to be able te watch your frlenda lips so aha caa get the news. She can tell what he li reading that way. It hurts her eyes to read print on a moving train.' Kansas City Times. Consumption Effectually Routed. extraordinary man is Galen Clark, the discoverer of the Mariposa grove of big trees in California. II waa threatened .with consumption In San Francisco in 1853 and sent to tha Sierra by a physician, where he went bareheaded and drank only water for more than thirty years. During the past three weeks, at the age of 91, he has visited the General Grant grove and the Sequoia grove In Fresno and Tulare counties, riding 294 miles In stage coaches, forty In tha saddle, and one day walking twelve miles, returning to the Yoremlte valley last week none the worse from his travels. An |
