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6 THE REPUBLICAN : ALGQNA, JtOWA, WEDNESDAY, DECMIBM 9, By FERGUS W.HUME. CHAPTEtt ±1 bOtrUSBL FOB TSB ttttSOWBH. Brian Fitzgerald traa arrested a few mln- uteapft&t 8 o'clock, and by 6 all Melbourne wait ringing with the news that the perpetrator of the now famous hansom cab murder had been caught. The evening papers were full of the affair, and The Herald went through several editions, the demand being far In the excess of the supply. Such a crime had not been committed in Melbourne slnco the Greer shooting case in the opera house, and the mystery which surrounded It made it even more sensational. The committal of the crime In such an extraordinary place as a hansom cab had been startling enough, but the discovery that the assassin waa ono of the- most fashionable young men in Melbourne was still more so. Brian Fitzgerald being well known in society oa a wealthy squatter, and the future husband of one of the richest and prettiest girls in Victoria, it was no wonder that his arrest caused quite a sensation. The Herald, which was fortunate enough to obtain the earliest information about the arrest, made the best use of it, and published a flaming article in most sensational type, somewhat after this fashion: HANSOM CAB TRAGEDY. ARREST OP THE SUPPOSED MURDERER. Startling Ufvclations in High Life. It is needless to say that some of the reporters had painted the lily pretty freely, but the public believed everything that came out in the papers to be gospel truth. Mr. Frettlby, the day after Brian's arrest, had a long conversation with his daughter, and wanted her to go up to X"abba Yollock Station until the public excitement had somewhat subsided; But this Madge flatly refused to do. "I'm not Roing to desert him when h~most needs me," she said, resolutely, "everybody has turned ncjiiiust him, even before th'ey have lieani the facts of the case. He says ha is not guilty, and 1 believe him." "Then lut him prove his innocence," said her father, who tvas pacing slowly up and domi ihe room: "if he did not get into the cah with U'hvte be must have been some- wlirrp olse, so he ought to set up the defense of «n alibi." "Fie can easily do that," said Madge, with a ray of hope lighting up her sad face; "he was Jiero till 11 o'clock on Thursday night" "Very probably," returned her father dryly; "but where was he at 1 o'clock on Friday morning?' "Besides, Mr. VVhyte left the house long before f3rian did," she went on rapidly. "You must remember—it was whenvyou quarreled with Mr Whyta" "My dear Madge," said Mr. Prettlby, stopping in front t)f her with a displeased look, "you are incorrect— Whyte and myself did not quarrel. He asked me if it were true that Fitzgerald was engaged to you, and 1 answered yes. That was all, and then ho left the house. 1 ' "Yes, and Brian didnt go until two hours after." said Madge, triumphantly. "Ho never saw Mr Whyte the whole night." "So he says." replied Mr. Frettlby, significantly "I believe Brian before any one else in the world," said liis daughter, hotly, with flushed cheeks and flashing eyes. "Ah! but* will a jury?' queried her father. "You have turned against him too," answered Madge, her eyes filling with tears, "You-ttelievehim guilty." "1 am not prepared either to deny er affirm his guilt," said Mr. Frettlby, coldly. "I have done what 1 could to help him—I have en gaged Calton to defend him, and if eloquence and skill can save him, you may set your mind at rest." "My dear father," said Madge, throwing her arms around his neck, "1 knew you would not desert him altogether, for my Bake " "My darling," replied her father In a faltering voice, as he kissed her, "there is nothing in the world 1 would not do for your sake. '' Meanwhile Brian was sitting In bis cell In the Melbourne jail, thinking sadly enough about his position. He saw no hope of escape except one, and that he did not intend bo take advantage of. "Jt would kill her; it would kill her," ho said feverishly, as he paced to and fro over the echoing stones. "Better that the last of the Fitzgeralds should perish like a common thief than that she should know the bitter truth. If 1 engage a lawyer to defend me," he went on, "the first question he will ask me will be where was I on that night, and if I tell him all will be discovered, and then—no —no—1 cannot do it; it would kill her, my darling," and throwing himself down on the bed, he covered liis face with his-hands. He was roused by the opening of the door of .his cell, and on looking up saw that it was Calton who entered. He was a great friend of Fitzgerald's, and Brian was deeply touched by his kindness in coming to see him. Duncan. Calton hud a kindly heart, and was anxious to Lelp Brian, but there was also a touch of self interest in the mutter. He had received a note 1'rorn Mr. Frettlby, asking him to defend Fitzgerald, which he agreed to with avidity, n.s be foresaw in this case an opportunity for bis name becoming known throughout the Australian colonies. It is true that ho was already a celebrated lawyer, but bis reputation was purely a local ono, and as be foresaw that Fitzgerald's trial for murder would cause a great sensation throughout Australia and New Zealand, therefore determined to take ad vantage of it as another step in the ladder which led to fame, wealth and position. So this tall, keen eyed man, witb tbucl'.?an shaven face and expressive mouth, advanced into the cell, and took Brian by the Luiud. "It is very kind of you to come and see me," said Fitzgerald, "it is at a time like this that one appreciates friendship." "Yes, of course,"answered the lawyer,fixing his keen eyes on the other's haggard face as if he would road hia uttermost thoughts. "1 came portly on my own account and partly because Frettlby asked to see you as to your defeusa. 1 ' "Mr. Frettlby?" said Brian, in a mechanical way "He is very kind; I thought he'bo- lie ved me guilty." "No man is considered guilty until he hns been proved so," answered Calton, evasively. Brian noticed bow guarded the answer was, for he heaved au impatient sigh. "And Miss Frettlby?" he asked, In a hesitating manner. Tbis time be got a decided answer. "She declines to believe you guilty, and will not hear a word said against you." "God bless her!" said Brian, fervently; "she is a. true woman. 1 suppose I am pretty well canvassed*" be added, bitterly. "Nothing else talked about," answered Calton, calmly. "Your arrest has, for the present, suspended all interest in theatres, cricket matches and balls, and you are at the present moment being discussed threadbare ia clubs and. di-awing rooms." Fitzgerald writhed. He was a singularly proud ifflftn, and there was something iaex- pfeesUily gallwg in this unpleasant publicity. "But tWe t| oil idle chatter," «0d Calton, Qf be w ftc«»tx> b»-ta yea* eaflBiM.* "ft Ifl no good my doing so," replied Brtaa, gloomily. 'The rope is already round thy neck." "Nonsense," replied the lawyer, cheerfully; "the rope ia round no man's neck until he to en the scaffold. Mow, you heed not say a word," he went on, holding up his hand M Brian was about to speak; "1 am going to defend you in this case whether you like it or not. 1 do not know all the facto, except what the papers have stated, and they exaggerate so much that one can place no reliance on them. At all events, 1 believe from my heart that you are innocent, and you must walk out of the prisoner's dock a freeman, if only for the sake of that noble girl who loves you." Brian did not answer, but put out his hand, which the other grasped warmly. "1 will not deny>" went on Calton, "that there is a little bit of professional curiosity about me. This case Is such an extraordinary one that 1 feel as if I were unable to let slip an opportunity of do.rig something with it. 1 don't care for your humdrum murders with the poker, and all that sort of thing, but thin is something clever, and therefore interesting. When you are safe we will together look for the real criminal, and the pleasure of tbe search will be proportionate to the excitement when we tind him out." "1 agree with everything you say," said Fitzgerald, calmly, "but 1 have no defense to make." "No defense) You are not going to confess you killed him?" "No," with an angry flush, "but there are certain circumstanced which prevent me from defending myself." "What nonsense," retorted Calton, sharply; "aa If any circumstances should prevent a man from saving his own Ufa But never mind, 1 like these objections, they make the nut harder to crock—but the kernel must be worth getting at. Now, you have to answer me certain questions." "1 wont promise," "Well, we shall see," said the lawyer, cheerfully, taking out his note book and resting it on his knee. "First, where were you wn the Thursday preceding the murder!" "1 can't tell you." "Oh, yes, you con, my friend. You left St. Kilda, and camo up to town by tbe t o'clock train." "Eleven twenty," corrected Brian. Calton smiled in a gratified manner as noted this down. "A little diplomacy is nil that/a required," be said, mentally. "And where did you go thenf' he added, aloud. "1 met Kolleetou in the train, and we took iv cab from the Flinders street station up to the club," "What clubr "The Melbourne club." "Yes?" interrogatively, "llolleston went home, and I went into tt>o club and played cards for a time." "When did you leave the clubr "A few minute* to 1 o'clock in the morning." "And then, 1 suppose, you went homer* "No; 1 did not." "Then where did you go?" "Down the streets." "Rather vagua. 1 presume you mean Collins street*" "Yes." . "You were going to meet some one, I suppose?" "I never said so." "Probably not; but young men don't wander about the streets at night without some object." "1 was restless, and wanted a walk." "Indeed! How curious you should prefer going into the heart of the dusty town for a walk to strolling through the Fltzroy gardens, which were on your way home I It won't do, you hod an appointment to meet some one." "TTell—er—yes." "1 thought us much, Man or woman!" "1 cannot tell you." "Then I must find out for myself." "You can't." "Indeed I Why not?" "You don't know where to look for her." "Her," cried Calton, delighted at the successor his craftily put question. "I knew it was a woman." Brian did not answer, but sat biting his lips with vesution. "Now, who ia the woman I" No answer "Come now, Fitzgerald, I knowthatyaung men will be young men, and of course you don't want these things talked about; but in this case your character must be sacrifltt&J to save your neck. What is her name!" "1 can't tell you." "Ob! you know it, then?" "Well, yes." "And you wont tell raol" "No!" Calton, however, had found out two things that pleased him: first, that Fitzgerald had an appointment, and, second, it was with o woman. He wont on another line. "When did you last see Whyte?" Brian answered with great reluctance, "i saw him drunk by the Scotch church." "What! you were the man who hailed tun hansom?" "Yes," assented the other, hesitating slightly, "1 was I" The thought (lashed through Gallon's brain as to whether the young man btsfor* him was guilty or not, and he was obliged tt, confess things loolaed very black against him. "Then what the newspapers said was correct?" "Partly." "Ah I" Calton drew a long breath—hero was a ray of hope. "You did not know it was Whyte when you found him lying drunk uear the Scotch church?" "No, 1 did not Had I known it was be 1 would not have picked him up." "Of course you recognized him afterward?" "Yos, 1 did. And, as the paper stated, dropped him and walked away." "Why did you leave him so abruptly?" Brian looked at his questioner in some surprise. "Because 1 detested him," he said, shortly. "Why did you detest him?" No answer. "Was it because he had admired Miss Frettlby, and, from ail appearances, was going to marry herP' (To be Continued.) nek numbers of Mils story will IH- furnished to subscribers on application. THE MIDNIGHT UND&JI COVER Of DARkMiSS NY6 MAKES HIS TRAIN, DILL An Almoftt Fatal Delay tVhloli Keeossl- tftted A Private Engine and Equipments for a Distance of Some Ml leg—Inside > View of a Follow Traveler. (.Copyright, 1801, by Edgar W. Sfye.] In KENTUCKY AND TRECKINQ SOOTH, i December, > Much has been said by philosophers and savants regarding the beneficial effects of sleep. Nature's sweet restorer, balmy sleep, has no doubt received aa many favorable press notices as any ivt- traction, perhaps, that is now a candidate for public favor; and yet sleep may bo justly and severely criticised. Sleep and its beneficial effects are often over- It is au established fact that De Witt's Little Early Risers have an enormous sale, and why? Simply because they areplesant in taking and happy in results. A pill for the multitude. Dr. L. A. Sbeetz. Every Subscriber of the REPUBLICAN can have a Premium What measure are you taking to stop thatcought? Let us suggest De Witt's Cough and Consumption Cure. It is infallible. ^L. A.. THE PASS. estimated. A traveling man stated to me yesterda3 r , as he rubbed tip a special gas tip which he uses at hotels where the tip has been economically pinched together by the landlord, that he had observed very often, not only that sleep failed to refresh, but actually seemed injurious. "For instance, last evening I went to bed as happy as a lark, and this morning when I woke up the first feeling that came over me was one of the deepest sadness. I lay it to sleep. Sleep is overestimated. Last night I never felt more kindly toward every one. I remember of hugging the night clerk, a man whom I now loathe. Why was it? Sleepl Sleep had changed me from a glad, merry hearted boy, whose songs enlivened the night like the silvery music of a gentle waterfall, to the pessimistic and austere cynic you see before you. Tonight I will guard against this mnch talked of sleep. I will stay up all night." I got up at 2:30 a. in. yesterday and thought of his remark. If anything can be more injurious than sleep I think it is early rising. Early rising and an illy lighted (this word I got at ft fall opening in Chicago) an illy lighted stairway threw me at Benton Harbor and injured my ankla so that I could not get to the depot without assistance. At that hour it was impossible to get a carriage, for the city was yet young, like the newborn day itself. Tho clerk tried to rouse every or any livery stable in town, but he could not. Meantime I lay moaning in the arms of an attendant. My breath came in quick but yet invisibly checked pants. The train would be due in eight minutes. What k> do? Anon I heard a dull thud as the clerk broke in the door of a blacksmith shop and pulled out a piano box baggy valued at $18.50. Hastily placing me in this with the aid of my attendant and valet, he started on a run for the station, neighing joyously as lie met a team that he recognized. In a trine, or possibly a trice and a half, we were there. I was taken out and placed in a berth, where I moaned the balance of the night away; but I cannot be too grateful to the clerk of the hotel at Benton Harbor, where this melancholy accident occurred, for he showed tact, ability and kindness, to say nothing of the fact that I found him to be thoroughly gentlo and a good roadster. As he left us I wrong his hand two times (for ice water), and, turning away my head so that ho could not see my tears. I presented him with my autograph. When I get homo I am going to send him a nice new red fly net fo:- next summer. The flight from Benton Harbor not much like our triumphant entry in the evening. All the previous day we had battled against disaster and delay. As we left Mnuisteo the engine broke down so that v:e could only use one side of it. Rapidly we lost time. Once we lost over three-quarters of an hour in less than twenty minutes. This meant that we would fail to connect at Grand Rapids, and so mi.s.s Benton Harbor, where we had agreed to lecture to a man for whom we had a great deal of respect, Eva; y time we stopped we had to look out or we would be on tho "dead point" of the engine.', and then it would take half an hour with u piuuhbar and some profanity to start again. Finally we got desperate. I told the conductor how we were situated and asked him if he could hold the Grand Rapids train. He seemed to fear he could not, as wo were already three hours late and rapidly falling farther back into the early fall. However, he said that all would be well. It ia very tiying to sit and suffer that way, knowing that there haw been an advance sale of $8, with the chances of a door sale running it up to $11 or $11.50. »nd that bitter disappointment ia likely to fall upon people who have come from a distance—"our best people" too. When we got to Grand Rapids an order was there from Superintendent Conley to provide us with a special engine baggage car and coach, and in fifteen minutes we were traveling at a high rate of speed toward our destination. Dear reader, did you ever tr»iv4 by means of your own special train? U 19.01 you do »et fcgpw srhat reaj, meut and *aa&y & (or could |tti dor feet OH the gamble till after bedtime, talk loud, drink out of all the ice water tanks at once, wipe onr faces on two clean tdwela' at a time and just give ourselves up to a delicious sense of lawlessness that made me feel young again. I can still remember how 1 felt the first time I rode on a pass. I did not need the trip, and I lost t«*o clays at the office to do it, but I could not be comfortable with the beautiful pass in my pocket. I rose when the conductor came to me and showed him my pass, I watched the rest of the poor, unknown passengers to see how it would strike them, poor people, common working people, who had to pay full rates and sit on the wood box. The conductor looked me over so that he would know me next time, and then he said: "This pass is only good on the Short Line. It's no good on this train." I paid him the money that I was going to fool away on an overcoat, and that night, instead of putting up at the Grand hotel, I paused at the Travelers' Home, a plain place provided for the entertainment of man and beast (in the same rooms). If I owned a railroad or two and could ride in a special car, I'd be just as haughty as those gentlemen are who do so, Tin afraid. Wealth naturally engenders an element of naught, I think, and yet I'd like to try it, if for nothing more than to be able to give the engineer a cottage and the conductor a cow every time I took a trip. This morning, on the way to Louisville, I saw u handsome man with white side whiskers sleeping in our parlor car. I thought at first that it was John Bright, who made such n hit with his great disease, but then, I thought, it cannot be Bright, for ho is dead. Soon he opened his eyes pleasantly, waking up like a little daffodil on the wind swept mead. Then I saw that he was Daniel Dougherty. He was to speak at Louisville soon, and so lie was going there. When ho has to speak at a place ho begins by going there. He was right glad to see me, and his face lighted up the moment he saw me with such a look of delirious pleasure that I felt glad I could shed such sunlight on the pathway of others. Mr. Dougherty is a most eloquent speaker, a keen judge of intellect and ability in others, and is writing a life of Edwin Forrest, which will be sold only by subscription, in cloth, $3.50; library style, $4; full Russia, with beveled edges, $6. It was in Michigan a week ago that Mr. Burbank and I went to the drug tore to get some things in the way of Tease paints and flake white for beauti- ying and whitening the neck and arms or evening dress. Mr, Burbank in- luired for some rouge de theatre. That neans theatrical rouge. I give this ex- ilanation because I am a good French cholar, and used to translate French novels until I had a severe illness which bowed me how uncertain life is, and hen I made a solemn promise that I vould be a better man. So I do not ranslate French novels now. I am far rom what I ought to be, of course, yet, rat I have made that much of a stride n the right direction. "Got any rouge?" Mr. B. asked. "Any what?" "Rouge!" "Rouge?" ' "Yes, rouge." "Why, I believe so. What color do ,'ou want?" This is not the creation of a feverish magination or just seven fat lines to tickle the printer alone. It is the eternal truth, and I can prove it. Near the Kentucky line, on the J. M. vucl I. road, my attention was called to an obese gentleman with a chin beard which looked as though it had been used 'or thirty or forty years as a hearth jroom. He ate apples, slept and visited ;he ice water end of the car often, accompanied by a large barometer with a cork in it. Sometimes he would ask the rest of us ' go with him and see what the weather was goiiig to be for the blue grass country. He generally went by himself and returned with happy tears in his eyes and a breath that would polish a plate glass mirror and remove warts, freckles, tan, superfluous hair and Democratic votes. Then he would take out his teeth and cleanse them neatly on the linen cover of the parlor cur chair. He was just that neat and pernickety that everything about him must be nice and clean, even Ife by ras*fi» # *l&feoi Itatt know self presemttett is 'the first law of fifttttfe. Bat 1 oughtn't to make eooh light and flippant temaflffl abent sd ftdfctl* ttfid lovable a man as lie seems to bet » man whose whole being is as opein as the day, M far as the eye can reach. I feel half ashamed now that 1 have exposed him even thus to my gentle and indulgent reader. He shows every mark of a most kindly nature, and I'll bet anything that will fee respectable and not regarded as gambling that no hungry man ever left his door and no homeless wanderer ever, with wet eyes, turned hopelessly from that broad and welcome doormat at the portals of the home where this old gentleman resides, I feel sure that no sorrowing heart ever came to him for gentle pity and cheer that went hungry away< no broken winged bird with grieving cry ever came to nestle in that broad and resonant breast to be clubbed away with cold and cruel scorn; and yet I grieve to say that as I sit here writing these words and look far down into his open face no one can deny that the last time he wiped off his teeth he mtiBt have been thinking of something else, for the lowers are on the. upper side and the vulcanized rubber roof of his month is down stairs, so that he seems almost to be standing on his head. It makes me almost dizzy to look at him now. 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Of course everybody in the courtroom expected the prisoner to get at least sixty days, but it was not to be so. The judge, instead, innocently inquired of Hie policeman: "Whafs 'Comrades?'" and the cop fainted.—Detroit Free Press. HE BAT OPPOSITE ME. his teeth. Then he would eat an apple with his pocketknife, carefully wiping it on his trousers before and after using it. I never saw such a neat man. Then he would go again to the tank with hia barometer and come back, dignified, but courtly and kind. Once he met a handsome little blond boy in the aisle and reached out to pat lum on the head, but his weather researches had worn him out pretty well, so he missed the child and struck an old woman from Peru, Ind., on the brow, pulling off her spectacles and sticking them in her lunch before he could recover. As I write these lines be pits opposite me asleep. Judging by th^ wrinkles iu the roof of his mouth, J would 8»y that fee is a man about si*$y«sJgM years of Satisfactory Kxpltiuation. 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