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now it'll all be so different!
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"And somehow, one l1’* threneb I
all, George," GIbba said later.He‘wa
behind bars now, but aotonishingly
seene and strong He was nervously
Zuddeniy'she sltppedto ' thenexentnodfathe
leaned over him to murmur some mes-
pathetic for her distress. "But you
must remember this. If I can think
of you, living quietly somewhere, not
too unhappy, It’s going to brace me.
I'm not any better than lots of other
"No. then bo toll ™e
He told me all AD0H a st
I said. If you. We -l
I'd fix you",
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tomei mum «•» :
neither selt-consclous nor nervous, as
The trial was set fee the first week he came quickly to his seat at the end
eg the new year, and to Gibbs and to of one of the tables. Then he saw
Ellen as well, muck aa she bad dread i Elian. who was only ten feet away,
The trial of Thomas Gibbs Josselyn
for the murder of his father was
naturally the Journalistic tidbit of the
day. The social standing of the fam-
ily, the mystery surrounding the mur-
der, the odd relationship of the man
and the two women, all these things
were Incalculably valuable to city ed
item everywhere.
Presently the will of the murdered
man was filed, and caused Its own
sensation. After the bequests to serv-
ants and charities, and the gifts to
old friends, the widow was to have
her hendenme allowance, payable tin
less she remarried, throughout her life,
besides her country home at Wheatley
Hills, and all it contained. To the son
certain books and specifled silver and
jewels were bequenthed, and a mod-
erate sum was to be bold in trust for
the IKtlo grandson.
All the rent went to the daughter in
law. More than that, should Lalltan
raarnrry. she was to be given a lamp
sum, the remainder of her fortune to
seven to Mlen. Mm beard it all
mind anything, now.
atmosphere that surrounds the offend-
ecu, the human who is felt by other
humans to be dangerous. She must
talk to him, and yet not talk of the
hideous cloud that pressed so dose
over him, and the hideous weight on
their hearts that made them both
afraid they would go mad.
She kept him supplied with books,
and sometimes made him read aloud
to her. George was often with him,
full of confidence and courage.
Empty as they were, these hours at
the jail were Ellen's life. Otherwise
ihebyKehlemN
went out. The case of the State
versus Thomas Gibbs Josselyn was
called.
For days the pending of the jury
dragged on, and the long hours in the
"No, I didn't think so!” she said,
sobbing more quietly, and interrupt-
ing herself to laugh, and to press
her wet face against his for one of
her quick kisses "But. Gibbs. I ve
thirsted so to have you tell mne just
that—I needed your word to help me!
Who did it? The question burned
like a fever in Ellen's veins, and her
passionate determination to answer
it swept all lesser consideration from
her mind. She could face anything
now. Somebody, other than Gibbs,
had fired that shot. And she was
Gibbs’ wife, and she was free to search
and hunt, and study the strange facts
surrounding old Thomas Josselyn’s
death, until somehow, somewhere, her
hand fell upon the thread that should
lead her to the truth. Her simple
faith that the truth must come to light
helped them all.
"If we could find some one who saw
dizzily The clock was on the stroke
of ten, and bl3 honor came promptly
and quietly through a door at the
back, to his large chair. A clerk
.. ^*^*5*^ And 2 her face stream- next week over,
and who sent him a bravo amlle. k* kn— «tt<> h< Aceins Nis ----..—' t. eh.
Ellen's heart was torn within ter. ing with tears, pressed,, 82 Thee''
GIbba, with that little new droop to bands. "Oh, my God,I,‘‘mJ ro5 I
his broad shoulders, a spectacie for he heard her sob. Oh. j
thia staring roomful i I thank Thee!"
Everybody rose, and she rose, too,
was to lie down end 1
book read to his HopA9
IIttle boy waa presuus,
his trip. Ellen left htm
arrived, and came downsti
George, coming in attthe
and Joe, who opened it to tS
Aunt Elsie, who came to J
room door to greet him u
her in amusement and var
Her face was pale. she w"
hard, and there was a strang
Ish glitter in her bine eyes:G
a wild gesture that detained*
and caught George by the m
was instantly given’ the J,
of exhaustion, of desperate
nation to say what must be a
fore the collapse.
To Ellen the air seemed a
thick and soft:
against her.
fellows who have been up against it,
Ellen. And if, as you say, something
new comes to light, why then we’ll be
glad we faced the music with some—
some decency,don't you see? Now take
her away, George. I don’t like her to
be here.”
“I have never seen a man change as
Gibbs has changed,” George said, as
they drove home. "I am amazed at
him. Always fastidious, exacting, au-
tocratic—he’s got a new viewpoint
now. Well, now, we’ve got to do our
share. We mustn't lose heart. The
game isn’t up yet, by a good deal.”
Like Gibbs, Ellen was Impatient to
have these few days over. She could
not gauge her present strength for the
hideous ordeal of parting with him,
and of having Tommy say goodby to
his father. Her soul shrank from the
mere thought, and she dreaded a
breakdown on her part, or on Gibbs’,
that should undo them all.
Lizzie had written her every day:
of the pretty house they had found in
Bridgeport, of the walks and talks she
had with Tommy, and of Joe and his
new work. The little stories of Tom-
my, the assurance that he was well
and happy, the pictures of a well-
capped and wrapped Tommy playing
in a glitter of snow, were an interest
for Gibbs as well as herself.
Joe never wrote, but both Joe and
Lizzie brought Tommy to Port Wash-
ington in answer to Ellen’s wire a day
after the sentence had been pro-
nounced. The child looked rosy and
well, and leaped into his mother’s
arms, Instantly distracted from his first
embraces by her unfamiliar clothing.
"Why 'J'buy all black things, moth-
er"
"Because grandpa is dead, sweet-
heart."
"Grandpa Is I" he ejaculated. He
pointed to the old captain in the ad-
joining room. “There’s grandpa!"
Dad s father, Tom. You remember
Grandpa Josselyn, with the gold
glasses?"
“Is he dead?” said the child, in a
sweet, incurious voice.
after thia I can
do anything else, fo, 0
Wearfly, ahe t‘re “"hha
with Lizzie sad TW
could not be GIbba who was trapped,
here; It could not be Tommy’s father
who was the chief figure in one of the
sensational murder trials of the day I
On the afternoon before the final
summing-up, when all the testimony
was in, and it remained only for the
prisoner’s counsel and the district at-
torney to present to the jury their ver-
sions of the case, Ellen was spending
an hour with Gibbs. His months of
confinement and mental distress had
affected his constitution, and a poor
appetite and wakeful nights had add-
ed to the misery of his situation.
“I jump from one extreme to the
other, Ellen." he told her. "Some-
times I think they'll bring In a verdict
of guilty—plain and flat. And then
sometimes. I let myself think that all
this has Impressed them more favor-
ably than we—than we fear, you
know, and that I’ll walk out of the
room a free man—with my girl on
my arm—’’
His voice broke, and Ellen burst
into bitter sobbing. He put his arms
about her. and kissed the top of her
soft hair.
"Look here, dear," he said, after a
while, "I want to talk to you for a
few minutes. We don't know what’s
ahead of us, and I want to say this
while I have a chance.”
They sat down on the bed. side by
side, and he locked his arm about her.
“One thing I want to say is this,"
GIbb» said, slowly, “I wasn't a good
husband to you, the last year, but it
was only that I was a fool, Ellen. I
never was untrue to you even in my
thoughts.”
"I know it!" she said fervently,
ralsing her wet eyes to meet his. “Oh,
Gibbs, my own sweetheart," she buret
out, her eyes brimming again, “what
haven't you given me?—a little coun-
try girl who never had anything in her
life until you came along! Paris, and
ry boy, and my little girl—and your
love. Gibbs that made life seem a
miracle to me__!"
"Don’t cry, Ellen," he pleaded, and
she made herself be calm again.
"There’s one thing more I want to
•ay. Gibbs raid. He got up and
walked about the little room. Ellen
watching him distressedly. "I want
you to remember this, and when you
tell the boy about It, tell him this,
too I've no reason to lie to you. El-
len. and what I'm telling you I say as
If I were a—a dying man. It may be
my last talk with you, and I think—I
think of that, when I say IL I think
owhat you have done tor me, and of
what you are to me. By my mother’s
memory, Ellen, and by the memory of
the little girl— we named for her!—f
never fired that shot. I never hsd my
hand on that revolver in my life!"
For a minute she stared at him
without a changs of expression. Then
• saw an extraordinary look almost
• madness como into her eyes, and
her breast riae with one great
Dreath She made an effort to epeak,
dry lips and failed, made a see
ond, and sucres del
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youner Josselyns widens Gibbs' in-
atuation fer his stepmother becoming
plainer. On Lllan’e pert it is more *
flirtation then anything serious Joe
oonsdes to Ellen that he has wronged
a girl at Port Washington and teels he
ghoyid marry her, giving up Harriet
Lathrop, whom he believes he loves.
CHAPTER VIIL—On a visit to Now
York Gibbs and Lnian find themselves
unable to return to Wheatley Hills thst
night, heavy snow having mads the
roads Impassabie Telephoning, Jos-
nelyn. Senior. Ands that Lillian is not
with the friends she ostensibly went to
yistt. Desperate, Ellen tells her tather-
in-law of her suspictons thst Litan
and Gibbs are together. Nest mornlag
Ellen and Jqsnefyn, Senior motor to
the eity and find the pair, as Ellen had
foretold, at the etudlo.
CHAPTER IX—Gibbe explains that
he la palntiag LIlian’s portrait, she
intending it to be a birthday eurprise
to her huehand. The explanation Is
outwardly accepted, but neither Josne-
lyn. Senior, nor Ellen are satued, the
older man believing hmseit dishonored
by hle owa son Gibbs is innocent of
wrongdoing. Hs disco vers thst Lillian
has spent the night, unchaperoned at
the houee of a bachelor friend. Undeay
Pepper, and he le bitterly dtafilusioned
CHAPTER X— Ellen Unde her maid.
HAazia, contemplellag suicide Comfort-
ing her. Elles lennw that it is she
whom Joe has wronged Ellen prom-
ises the girl thst Joe shall marry her
Joshelyn. Senior, dincovere that Lnd-
say Pepper's mother had been out of
town the night Laian wae in New
York. Believing the worst, he accuses
Gibbs of aighonring him After s bit-
tor quarrel, Josselyn, Senior, strikes
his son. ordering him from the house.
Gibbe leavee,. returning early nezi
day to take Ellen and Tommy ewev.
CHAPTER XL—The elder Josselyn to
found dead in his study under elreum-
stances which point to murder
CHAPTER XII.— Griet-stricken, El-
len is forced to testify to the bitter
quarrel between father and eon. to
Gibbe leaving the house in hot snger.
and to hle many hours at adnence.
CHAPTER Xin.—Gibbe te unable to
espials eatiatactorily bin whereabout*
and doings on ths night of his tather's
death.
CHAPTER XIV—Joe and Lzzie are
married, and Gibbe is planning an auto
trip with Elien and Tommy, when the
blow falls. Gibbs is arrented, charged
with the murder of his father
CHAPTER L—Ellen and Joe Latimer.
2rphans, without means make their
home with their Aunt Elsie, st Port
Washington, emall New York town
Ellen is studying art, her expenses be-
ing psld by Mrs Sewall Rose girlhood
frlend-ot her mother. Mrs Rose in-
Vites Ellen to a Thanksgiving house
party, and the girl is delighted
CHAPTER II.—On tbs wsy from the
station to Mrs Rose's Ellen rides wltn
• remarkably attractive young woman
and a much older man She takes them
for father and daughter, but they sre
introduced as Mr. and Mrs. Josselyn
Ellen does not “tit in” with the younger
members of ths psrty. and is miserable
CHAPTER III.—Leaving for her
home next morning. Ellen meets Gibbe
Josselyn, eon of her fellow guest. He
has disapproved of hl* father's wel-
ding and is not on speaking terms with
ths couple. Declining to etsy at Mrs
Rose's Gibbs drives Ellen to the sta-
tion. They miss the train and Gibbs
undertakes to drive the girl to Port
Washington On the way their auto la
wrecked Ellen is hurt, but it la not
thought to be serious, and she and
Gibbs part. He has been attracted by
the girl, and she by him.
CHAPTER rV—Ellen’s injury proves
to be severe, and for months she is sn
invalid. Recovered, she is taking part
in the town's Memorial dsy festivities
when Gibbe Josselyn, on a yachting
trip with a friend, George Lathrop,
moots her again. The feeling of mu-
tual attraotlon has strengthened since
they parted They lesve Port Wash-
ington man and wife.
CHAPTER V.—Nearly eeven years
later Gibbe and Ellen Josselyn. with
their con Tommy, come back from
France to New York. They are wel-
eomed by Josselyn. Senior, and hle
beautiful wife. Llitan, the old Ill-
toollag forgotten.
CHAPTER VL—GIbbe and Ellen make
their home with the elder Josselyns. at
Wheatley Hille just outside New York.
Gibbs Idles, ostensibly looking for s
studio in which to resume his portrait
painting and Ellen le vaguely ais-
turbed. She beglne to perceive that
her husband is sttrsetsd by his youth-
ful stepmother’s beauty. Joe Latimer.
Eilea'e brother. Ie tentatively engaged
to marry Harriet. George Lathrop’s
daughter
CHAPTER VII.—Gibbs necures a
studio, taking Lillian with him when
fidently. “Gibbs," she added, tlghten-
Ing the hand that lay over her own,
"don’t you feel it? Don’t you know
that you and I will look back at this
some time as a dark, hideous dream?
I know it!”
And yet she had turned dizzy when
an ofcer coming quletly to the door
roil announced that the Jury had
found a verdict. She put her hand on
GIbba’ shoulder and raised her ashen
face far his kiss. They had time for
no words, even if there had been
words to say. Blindly Ellen followed
George to the courtroom. With quick
efficiency the officials were filling their
places. The faithful newspaper men,
their dinners left to cool, hurried in.
It wss seven o'clock; the cold Feb-
ruary dark had closed down hours ago.
The courtroom was brightly lighted,
and warm. His honor, who had also
been dining, came in. He had ad-
dresned thia same jury in his kind,
wise voice five hours ago. After Ry-
an’s furious tones he had seemed all
temperance and justice to Ellen. He
had charged them that if there was a
reasonable doubt as to whether the
crime of murder in the first degree had
been committed, they were in duty
bound to give the prisoner the benefit
of that doubt, and to find for murder
in the second degree, or manslaughter.
Now the old man looked benignly
over his glasses at the twelve tired
man who tiled back Into the box. And
Klien looked from face to face with
agonized surmise
The blow fell with merciful quick-
ness. It was only a few minutes be-
fore the whole thing was over. Gibbs
preserved the quiet dignity of manner
that had marked him all through the
trial. If a sickening fear of the fu-
ture swept over him he gave no sign
of it He looked with concern toward
his wife, but Ellen had mercifully lost
consciousness and had quietly dropped
against George’s shoulder.
She recovered immediately, and they
saw Gibbs again: a criminal now con-
victed of murder in the second degree
All the freedom of their recent inter-
course would be ended; she had fore-
seen that. What else had she fore-
ween? rhe indignities of shaven head
and striped clothes, the filth and ugli-
ness of the prison, the locked ceji
door, the terrible atmosphere that
surrounds men for whom there is no
place In the green world!
But she came up to him smiling
“We expected that, sweetheart
didn’t we? It doesn’t matter yT
didn’t de it, and it will al come rt .
some day. Try not to think of It nw
—think of the time to come Inet ....
yourseit out of all this • "Ut
"Oh, we'll make a fight or
George added immediately nrter
ward he took Klien away
They went to the Port Washington
house, and George came in to tai
heranuntandurandtather. Ellen hard,
'y .1** went to the door, to
My good night te him, and thank Aim
Be thought the tooted IIL
Nut toe was in her place In the
covrtroon..A few days iater when
Themns was natu
a. ’ ” " temn — Nis
Itod him every day. tn his cell at the
Mineola those vtsits
had root her. only Ellem knew.
" Every day she must nerve herself
afresh to enter into the stale, cold air.
and most pass the clanking doors and
the watching eyes she must nerve
heroelf afresh for the sight of him.
thin, despondent, dishonored She
must breathe the suffocating moral
But She Came Up to Him Smiling.
"We Expected That, Sweetheart,
Didn’t We?"
about him. Ellen, listening
was dazed by the preliminaries, and
the cross-questioning seemed to her
singularly irrelevant. George would
ask an apparently unimportant ques-
tion. and nodding, sit down. The dis-
trict attorney would jump up with an-
other. leading nowhere, as far as Ellen
could see. Between George and Hyun
there was a running fire of hot words,
i Ellen was amazed to see them speak
| civilly to each other the moment
I court adjourned. At luncheon she
, would eagerly question George as to
| the significance of this point or that.
The trial lasted for only a day less
i than three weeks. Ellen had moved
her place to Gibbs’ side, and although
I they rarely spoke, she knew he was as
much comforted as she was by this
arrangement.
For two days, cruel and exhausting
days, she was on the stand. Mary
Cutter and George Lathrop were
amazed at the courage and strength
she found for the ordeal. She had
promised them she would not break
down, but she did for a moment, when
Tommy's name was mentioned. And
perhaps that moment, when the sensi-
tive mouth quivered, and the blue
eyes brimmed with tears, was as favor-
able to Gibbs’ cause as any logic or
any eloquence could have been.
For it slowly became evident that
no eloquence and no logic could avail
in defense of a man, young and rich
and handsome, who had turned from
this devoted little wife to another
woman, who had quarreled with the
generous father who was that other
woman's husband, who had threatened
and brooded over the quarrel.
Day after day the net tightened
ahe was hardly conscious that ahe
lived at alL She aat by the fire with
her aunt. In the evening, talking with
the busy, kindly woman and the old
captain, but not knowing what she
said. She wrote her nightly letter to
Joe or Lizzie, with a scalloped kiss
for the boy, and went early to bed. She
rose early, and joined the old people
at breakfast. Then she aired her
room, and made her bed. and by that
time the little cloaed car was at the
door, with Torrens at the wheel. Close-
ly veiled, although ahe was really in-
different to staring eyes and snapping
cameras, she slipped Into the car and
waa on her way to Gibba.
Sometimes alone, or with George,
she lunched In the neighborhood of the
jail, and went back to it immediately.
Always ahe saw her husband twice a
day, and waa back in Port Washing-
ton in time to read the paper to the
old captain before dinner.
Mary Cutler, the doctor's lovely
daughter-in-law, had taken it upon
herself to befrlend Ellen, and during
these terrible days she had never
failed her. And when the trial began
ahe waa always at Ellen’s aide, George
called at the Main street house on the
first morning, and Mary met them at
the courthouse.
Ellen had never been In a court-
room before, but she said to herself;
"That’s the Jury-box—that's the wit-
ness stand,” even with her first quick
glance.
George came in, talking in an under-
tone with his associate. Re nodded
reassuringly to Ellen. When he went
away again, aad disappeared through
one of the doors behind the judge's
bench, she saw Ryan come in.
He had the air of a man who had
breakfasted well, aad who waa full of
confidence. Ellen felt a wave of sheer
hate ehake her. How free he waa;
how comfortably ready for the day's
work! And Gibbe—Gibba would come
in between two guards—
“This is merely the paneling of the
jury," George had told them ; “It may
take several days. It’s a long, stupid
business."
ao sorry for all
God I eoula spa!
When de we ger
"George rolls m tk
swered quletiy. - *2**
la«t pull, yen kr#-c
laughed again, broke into quick tears. |
and buried her face against his shoul- l
der. “I'm so happy!" she sobbed. ।
"L-l-let me cry. Gibbs. I'm crying be-
cause I feel so much happier!'
Abruptly she stopped. A bewildered
look was in her eyes as she drew her-
self away from him. and faced him
still holding his arms. She stared
blankly at him for a moment; then
the clear brows met in a puzzled
frown.
"Gibbs," she said. in a whisper,
"who did do it?"
little parlor. "All stay," she J
dry whisper. Joe had run fw,
of water, and non beside th
into which George had put u
held it to her lips. "Thanh i
she whispered. Her eyes more
from face to face, and her lips t
drily. Then suddenly she u
great struggle, as if for air.
"My God, she's dying!" Mn
win exclaimed But Ellen hem
swered her:
“No, auntie—no, I'm all 6
And tightening one hand on M
with the other clinging to Gem
said at last: “I've found out q
1L George! I know who tat
shot!”
A silence spread like i M
the little sitting-room Tm
looked at her without speaky
“I’ll tell you about it—' Ele
after another drink of wate
happened—I mean my learain
it—half an hour ago. But I
dare do anything until Geom
here.” She had so far recorem
composure that she could tis
and she spoke in an almost a
tone. “George," she said, "I m
to sit here, and Joe and aunt
you go back into the back ma
behind the curtains, so thatm
hear everything?” And. ati
wilderedly but eagerly obenik
structions, she stepped ski
door, and called "LIzzke" .
Immediately Lizzie ame 4
stairs, as white as Elles "
Tommy clinging to her had
little boy came running li 3
mother, and Ellen caught Minj
arms.
“Here’s Uncle George, der’
said. Tommy indifferently W
self drawn between the mnij
George looked dazed at Elin j
Tom,” his mother said ca!
want you to do somethin!"
And if you do it nicely,
read to you for—one— whole
tonight!”
"Will you really, motor"
asked, his eyes dancing. I
“Yes, I truly will. Tommk:
you to tell Uncle George 8205
night at Wheatley Hills, "
came Mown—you know-te R
about it!”
Tommy was looking st
guilty child's doubt of h "2
“Grandpa told me tol
in self-defense. “I was * CP“.
he told me to!" J
George glanced at Elen 7
changed one look. J
“I was telling Tomn, ‘ w
the reason why we . .3
Hills," Ellen explained. 2 J
me why he liked Wheatle“
on, dear." J
Tommy, encircled b.Ue27
had his mouth dose w J
ear. He spoke in • hdn
shamed voice.
“I said I was sorry 157
because I lked to
And I said he let metecdnn
And the man aM rj
changed a look ot cons □
“Come! A kid
fire a real pistol." G«fl* I
Ingly. .« foMM
“Well. I did Art mA
out boasttully. "With M|i
the trigger! I sald nt J
and he said I oughtentoe
of my gun. I fired it
told me to!” Tommy H
a dramatic gesture 2
Ellen saw George 8“ M
dry throat. She heard ]
"My God!" , M
“But, Tom—hows th* ne3
to tell me you fired U‘e d
that about the room -Ji
child. . atnme«2
“Well-a." Tommy, rst f
never went off those noise 4
It didn’t make an mommy"A
said 'Good boy. old T
Ellen caught a GU6 >4
had beard him ca J
hundred time"
“He said ‘Good Dtatedd
i $ *5
badpBnidmmiiny." who looked
."Is she really?" Ellen asked, when
the old woman had taken Tommy and
Lizzie Into the kitchen. “I’ve been
wondering. Tell me about Lizzie "
"She’s all right." He smiled, rue-
’ b' " «<1 little thing! She
riosand she’s sorry she’s wrecked
mv life; nil that sort of thing"
t "An"do you feel your life wrecked.
•’ : Ellen asked with a great ache
"'n, ” heart for his qulet, hopeless
•num “iT. said Impatlenty and
wiI the difference, any.
."oe." Ellen sata hesitatingly.
I m—sorry. 5 ‛‛
'1 in sorry for the whole thing," he
' * It s a rotten morality that
makes a “w feel that theres no go.
' . No matter how sorry, and
how good, she Is, there's alway, th’
feeling-why. Ellen. I know reapee
fit to girisin this town that Arnet
♦ tie Lizzies shoes! Girls clever
enughto mnke thelr bargatnn in
" 1 blood so much loving for a ring
•»d an income for life! Lw1.5s ,
tovinglttie thing -she was
reLe^T really cure for—she
veacheduout for love the way • ncarda
a out for ■ kitteni
ke nowhelisnever see herseir qulte
other "rhe gave his ninter •
tax mlle-"she hann’t let me put
“!.arme nhout heri he eomnAN
"Hama’t!" she echoed"___-
-.ie "led, gat " ■
Pf
A second later she was upea her I
feet, pressing against him »• 815
jclasped his hands, and looked with ।
wet eyes into his face. She was try-
ing to laugh through the soDB that
_______racked her. .
sage: be nodded quickly; the clerk “You didn't do It—my darling! s e
said, again and again "You didnt.d0
it—I always knew that you didn't!
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