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■ [ oer ! Curious Hayes Murdeffcase OVERNOR ALLISON'S of- drinking, and there were no immediate eye-witnesses to the encounter. The pros ecution was unusually virulent, and. rath er to the surprise of the court and the public generally, a verdict of guilt in the first degree was returned by the flee windows commanded a view of the best business blocks of the city. Beyond those structures stretched a residence avenue belong ing to the wealthy and pre tentious, in whose colonial ante-bellum style and ap pearance was reflected a modicum of the relinement. culture and whole-souled hospitality of the old south considerably leavened by the push and sordidness of present meth ods and manners. The time was the spring of the year, and a gentle May breeze was drifting through the lifted windows, stirring the papers scattered upon the governor's desk and bringing upon its languorous breath the mingled perfumes from the lilac and rose gardens down the way. Governor Allison's gaze at present was fastened upon an Elizabethan tower dis cernible in the distance. Beneath its roof tree dwelt the lady of his delight. His imagination leaped from the eharacters spread before him. and pictured her trail ing h -r white dress down the marble steps and through the rose-hedged pleasaunces of her home, while her tender face, with its complexion like the inside leaf of a southern magnolia came up before him, and the beautiful eyes, as swift to light en and darken as the sunshine of heaven Itself, seemed smiling into his. A pas - . sionate gleam of love and admiration crept into the governor's own eyes, and l.ngered there as his glance fell to the deep red rose, now faded and drooping, in the lapel of his coat, and his memory returned to the ball of the previous even ing and its pleasures. A haze obscured the morning sunlight, and, in its folds he ” «o derfd ' lost in iPV-e's yoyng dream. ,, Vit " a ret urn to business and affairs of the present, he gathered together his pa- ean*teitf]9r o»* a P" ‘film a run®- l bet of names had teen signed. {Running . his gtar ?e over it he sighed inv oluntarily os he grasped the contents and.remem bered the day and date. Twenty minutes and the execution would be pyer. and the celebrated Hayes murder ca, at an end. His heart went out in a sudden and al together unusual rush of pity for the young man doomed to death in the flow er and prime of his life, as the recollec tion of the circumstances wrapped around the case that had claimed and held pub lic attention for nearly a year returned to his mind. Albert Have?, a well known and liked young man of the city, had entered a saloon on an afternoon in April, of the past year, and greeted a friend with a familiar slap upon the shoulder. The friend. Stanton by name, had resented the familiarity, and a fight ensued, dur ing which both men had come to the floor. Stanton was mortally wounded by a knife thrust in the brain and died sev eral weeks later. On the stand Hayes made an eloquent plea In his own be half. stating that Stanton had fallen upon the knife, which he had drawn in self defense, and with no premeditated intent to kill. However, both men were , v ' - when he felt himself grasped from be- ♦ C e * se was appealed from the lower to the higher courts successively, but to no purpose. The murdered man had held an important position in railroad circles Whose promoters and backers in turn pull ed the strings to which the politicians and demagogues pirouetted. When the exec- t U ‘‘ ve , was a PPaaled to as a dernier resort these influential friends evidenced no hes itancy m asserting that should he see fit to commute tfe murderer's sentence they would defeat him in his coming gu bernatorial election. Governor Allison was a self made man having sprung from obscure parentage and had elbowed Ms way up the po,! : ca and social ladder by personal mag- mtism and the determination of a will as its Ca m^? th t,. one word - Persistence, as its motto. His ambitions had cen tered in the governor's office as means of further advancement. Another term ,Tf nt a broader road to a senatorship later on. The affair of young Hayes loom- eo up on the political horizon, a cloud at first, no larger than a man's hand that eventually threatened to ruin the aims and ambitions of his life He did r m h r ate ln f0rmin * his ant om it no amount of appeal caused hint ' to swerve. A delegation of the young men of the cll.v, headed by the brilliant young at torney who had fought the case to its disappointing finish called on the execu- t!ve at his mansion the Sunday previous to the date fixed for the execution, and although gravely and courteously heard and courteously treated, had pleaded in vain. The mother and sister of the con demned man appealed In person, but the governor forgot his hwn sister and motheB-to th.I. <.. im/cy --at. “ The unfortunate young man see_,_ day of his execution nearing, wrote tin* governor a touching appeal for the life that had barely reached Its manbood, but the executive remained obdurate. The memory of all these circumstances rose up in Governor Allison's mind in swift review, as he noted the time and recalled the day and date. He locked his desk, took his hat from its accustomed place and left the capi- tol. The sun was shining brilliantly, the birds twittering in the elm leaves that shaded the capitol site, and a joyous feeling of spring and happiness dancing in the air. It was a day in which to dream and love, not a day for suffering and anguish and death, and the thought of how good a thing life Is even at its worst crossed his mind as he strolled down Broad street, and felt the thrilling pulse of youth and strength throbbing in his veins. His ideas were vagrant and his notice of the passers by slight and idle, until one suddenly detached himself from the throng and advanced toward him with outstretched hands. "Julian Quincy, by all that is strange.” Allison exclaimed in the excitement of hind. "What is the matter?" he queried of the policeman in whose grasp he found himself. "Matter enough,” was the ungracious reply. "You have killed that officer, and will have to go with me.” “You are mistaken,” Allison replied. "He attacked a friend and myself, and has been shot in self-defense. The party who done the shooting has gone for as sistance.” "That won’t do. I saw it ah, and ihpre wasn’t any other man. I hope you wiil swing for it, as he is the best friend I had. Come, you will have to go witn me and tell your tale to some one else." Allison discovered himself in a quan dary. A crowd was gathering and in creasing every moment. What kept Quincy? He made a step In the direction of the physician’s office, and found him self grasped by more than one pair of hands. "Take your hands off of me." he com manded. his indignation rising. "1 am Governor Allison, and I tel! you I did not kill the man,” but his voice was drowned ln the hootings of the crowd. "What are you giving us, old boy?” a street urchin sang out. “We know the governor, and you look a precious heap like him, now don't you?” The executive afterwards remembered the next half of an hour as a night marc He bad a confused recollection of a mass of angry faces, and of what seemed an Interminably long journey to the station house, and of two stones that were thrown, the propellers of which were im mediately arrested, thereby lending extra excitement to the occasion. Both struck him, one on the right cheek near the eye, making an ugly, but not dangerous wound, the other on the tr^ pie momen tarily stunning him, and it w^i in a half - - ” • ■■■bWK Williams, beat 7. The jailer, and the few who visited him through idle curiosity, laughed when he told them he was Gov ernor Allison, and Sapped their fore heads significantly when he reiterated the same. At the preliminary hearing the judge asked him the usual questions, and when he had listened to Allison's replies, leaned forward with a searching look at too prisoner, and said gravely and half pity ingly : "My good fellow, take my advice and drop all that nonsense about being Gov ernor Allison. Our governor is alive and well. I saw and talked with him yes terday. You cannot escape ,he punish ment of your crime by any such fiimsy pretext." For a moment Allison stared at his ad viser stupidly, then riveting his gaze upon the judge's countenance, he wins pered: "Who is he? Who is the governor." The judge moved impatiently, and Al lison was taken away. He caught a glimpse of his altered face, disfigured by the two heavy scars and the loss of his beard in a small mirror as he was led through the ante room, and a sick feel ing of desolation and despair rushed ove." him. No wonder he was not recognized. That altered and disfigured visage was not the governor who had manipulated the affairs of the state a few short weeks ago. That night a gold moon shone redly down on the windows of the Tower, which occupied an isolated spot close to the river and a pine belt heyond. A man stood at one of the many windows with a white face uplifted to the space less dome above. The summer adc was vibrant with insect life, and the river down below rippled softly and melodious ly throughout the night, while the man at the casement grasped the bars with lo I was until is fifteen years since we parted, ad surprised that you recognised me so read! ily. I hardly expected you to know roe.” “Not know you,” Allison said incredn- lously. “It is myself,then I should not know. Time has not changed the like ness of our boyhood.. I almost thought it was myself coming to meet myself, and he laughed heartly at the Idea. "It is like looking in a mirror to see you. Cousins we may be. but I ang, convinced that nature intended us for twin broth ers." "Do you remember,” he continued as his companion turned and walked with him, “do you remember the day your mother caught me perched in her fruit tree with my pockets full of her finest apricots, and how she hauled me down and thrashed me soundly under the im pression that I was her own offspring? Also that you were hiding behind the barn an eye witness of the whole affair, too badly frightened to enjoy the mis take or come forward and exculpate me? Not but that l deserved ail and more than I received, however.” Both men were laughing at the remi niscence as they turned the corner of "»y- £ >ovt nmggw ww a ,. u »n, and tie. had nbt egalned his equilibrium when the man With an oath drew his pistol and !pre- .) tared to use It. Remembering that his ciwn weapon was In the private drawer of his office desk, the governor threw up hfs arm ln the instinct of s'elf-preserva- tibn, but before he had time to realize wQiat was occurring, so rapidly had even ts crowded- upon the heels of each otiler, he saw the officer stretched upon tht ground, a bullet hole, in his temple, and bis cousin bending over the man wi.th a smoking revolver in his hand. “.Jove, I have killed the man Ibelieve, but| be atacked me first, and the old in stinct of bush life came over me,” Quin cy exclaimed as he examined the pros trate figure. “He seems to be breath ing. That Is a physician’s sign across the way, is it not?' I will call him,” and dropping his weapon on the asphalt Quin cy hurried across the street. Thti hour was noon, and for the moment there' was no one in sight, the street, ajwajrs retired, being unusually bare of pedestrians. With a sensation of peculiar loathing almost amounting to fear, Alli son stooped to examine the officer, and 'was Reeling of the dead man’s heart was aim fed toprfialt of of the wound’ ytifa his cheel When strength and reason returned he set himself to unravel the. complications that were wrapping themselves around his fate. That the affair would terminate seriously he refused for one minute to believe. He knew Quincy as well and probably better than that person knew himself, and understood thoroughly the weakness of purpose and cowardice in unexpected danger that had always been the carefully concealed and glossed over characteristics of the boy and man, but that his cousin would deliberately allow him to suffer for a crime for which neither of them had been In the leasL to blame he did not and could not Imagine. He thought it strange that none of his political friends and supporters, to say nothing of long standing friends, had yet visited him or exercised themselves in his behalf, but no doubt of the final issue disturbed him. However, the days went by and drifted down the Current of the past slowly and monotonously, and Governor Allison, cbiet executive of the state, and possible can didate for the senatorship of the tenth district, remained a close prisoner in the Tower accused of the murder of James his, and seen her lovely eyes at him as she gave him the rose, the red rose of the south. How long, how long, and with whom did she walk and talk and dance now, and who was the gov ernor? Ah, who was the governor? The whisper floated out on the night air, and the softly flowing river down below gave back the words. * Their answer came on- the Tuesday of the following week, when the quondam governor sat between his guards and the faces of a crowded court room gazed into his. The trial had been in progress the greater part of the forenoon. Several wit nesses had been called and examined and the physician who had made an exami nation of the murdered man was conclud ing his professional testimony when a stir occurred in the court coom occa sioned by the entrance of five gentle men in a body. Glancing at their faces Aiilison noticed that Quincy was one of the party, and renewed hope came to him. His cousin bad doubtless been de tained from appearing in his behalf. He was called at this juncture to respond to a cross examination of the state at torney, and as he took his place his gaze CONTINUED ON HAST PAGE. Hearts Courageous 1 By Hallie Erminie Rives Author of "Smoking Flux** *A Furnace of Earth* Etc CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE. IN THE TRENCHES. ENRY contrived to send ear ly news of Anne’s safety to Castle Hill, so that when she returned there she found the household undisturbed. The sound of war had moved eastward, down the peninsula. Lafayette, the "hoy,” who the British commander wrote could not escape him, without sufficient men to meet his adversary went playing ehaso-the-fox. He hung on Cornwallis' flanks covering the American stores, an ticipated his moves, harassed him. wor ried him with a thousand pin-pricks, ln return, Tarleton and Simcoe played their wanton mischief, slaughtered the cattle, cut the throats of the young horses, de stroyed the growing corn and tobacco and burned the barns. The path of the British front remained a trail of ruin and deso lation. Anne's sight of Armand at the river camp had seared her heart with a wish to be less far from him. She dreamed of battle fields on which he lay dying— and she still misunderstood, still unfor given. Letters meantime came from Betsy Byrd. H»r father had been failing in health, was taking no part in the strug gle, and so far Westover had been in no way molested. Francis was a captain in Weedon's regiment. "Only think, dear," wrote Betsy; ”'tis tbe same old man who kept the tavern at Fredericksburg. To think of Frank serving under him!” An unconscious in dication of the maternal leanings. if other were needed, it was easily to for dinner on his raid upon Richmond, and Cornwallis had crossed the river at West- over and had been entertained. Pages were devoted to a description of Tarle ton. over whom Betsy went into rap tures. Spurred by her craving for nearer news of the armies than reached Charlottes ville. Anne answered in person the invi tation the letters held, rode to Richmond with Henry when he returned from the Assembly at Staunton, anil from Rich mond came in two hours' sail to West- over. The war had touched Mrs. Bryd light ly. She was as handsome and as pep pery as ever and exhibited a certainty of British plans which Anne had occa sion to remember later, when there were no gentle whispers of investigating the self-satistied lady’s conduct. She treated the visitor, however, on this occasion, with consideration and refrained from us ing the word “rebel” oftener than she deemed necessary. Nor did she gibe at Francis' commission in the Continental army. A week spent at Westover. the Byrd pinnace took Anne down the river to BurweH's, a proceeding at which Mrs. Byrd feebly protested, as the place was within a half dozen miles of Williams burg. now the center of activity of both armies. But Anne reminded her that Colonel Tillotson was with Givernor Nel son's militia In the neighborhood, and would not be dissuaded. The first hours of her arrival at Bur- well's were gilded by two bits of news; one that her uncle was daily expected there, the other that Gladden Hall was as yet undisturbed. But this latter gleam was soon to be clouded. Mammy Evaline appeared the morning after Anne's arrival, half-crazed with grief and fear that was not ap peased by the unexpected sight of his mis- She threw herself in a quivering heap and clasped Anne’s feet. “Gord. Gord. honey!” she sobbed. "Dee come et las'! Co’nwallTs done ransack Gladden Hall las' night en he sojers kyai-'d meh po’ boy ersmy wid ’em. Whut’s we ter do, honey? Dee’s dp.r now. •Yo’ reck’n dee done kilt him yit?” Anne stopped and patted the jerking shoulder. “Don’t cry. Mammy.” she-cnm- forted; "John-the-Baptist belongs to me. Do you suppose any Britisher would dare to hurt him?" "Dat’s whut I tol’ ’em, honey; flat's whut I toi’ ’em. ‘Dat boy Tongs ter meh li’l mis’,’ I says, ’en yo’ karnt tech er ha’r er he haid!’ En dee look at me pizen-Iak. and one say ter go ’way, fo‘ dee gwintcr cut off he years!” She end ed in a wail. "Now. Mammy.” chid Anne with de cision. “don’t you be frightened. I shall see that he is given back.” The old woman caught her breath in a sob of joy. "Oh. meh 11T lamb! I knows yo’ gwinter mek ’em let meh boy go! 1 knows et!" and afie went away, trusting, to the quarters. An hour later Anne took the York- town high road, mounted on the least tempting of tbe horses the Burwells kept hidden in the woods. Opposite Williams burg she climbed a knoll, but could see little sign of life in its deserted streets. Small wonder, for CfarnwaHls was only a handful of miles 4^ a Y- Here she turned to her left into an unused bridle path, leading by a short cut to Gladden Hall. She went boldly enough, with many self-assurances, and so, a bare baft mile from the gates, rode full tilt .upon a group of British soldiery resting. In the shade. They sprang to their feet as her horse went back uiion his haunches, and two : of them seized his bridle, hut dropped if at a word from an officer. The latter came forward^ * "Your pardon. Mistress," he said cour teously but firmly. “You cannot pass farther in this direction.” "Why not?” fehe said calmly. “’Tis the first time I v. as ever denied entrance to my own home.” He bowc’rt now, with hat in his hand. "General Cornwallis occupies the house ‘at present as! bis own quarters.” “I know It. I I have personal business with his Lordbhip.” "In that .ease," he responded, "you rosy pass. I shall take pleasure in escort ing you itmJone of the general’s aides." He mourkedj and they rode in silence to the gaies. i Here and there a picket stopped from i the roadside, but saluted as he saw her guide. At the emtiance to the grounds the ruin reveil^di* Erougit a pang to her heart. Ttje'j hedges were trampled down, the marbles’along- the drive defaced, and a wisp of smoke still cruled from the burned ^ilrns. She choked back her tears, feeling, the other’s eyes covertly upon hen ; How familiar seemed the broad-col umned the windows, the wide door—bitt hous unfamiliar now in its de3- ;-5 ‘ aside as she entered the the half-open door of-the she saw braided uniforms a table from which float- und of laughter and the le of gtasses, filled from olation! The .lide-stq halL Thrqug drawitg roon grouped about ed frit the s clink land tin the cellars. “Aid they tail me. - * rolled a full voice, withla bantering chord in it, “that you wonTt have shared the lot of them at Chadottesvlllq were It not for a girl. Fie, Color.eit A dragoon should have a stern er heart' Come now, make a clean breast . ttVho 'was the light-heeled dam- ill otson 3 of Gladden Hall,” announced the aide at the door. Anne went red and white at this con tretemps. and Tarleton sprang up with such ag exclamation that Lord Corn wallis, who had risen also, looked aston ishment from one to the other. Then the commander caught the situation and laughed,, as did the whole company. Th'e merriment sent resentment to Anne's, f9.ee. and the general sobered in stantly into courteous contritlop. Look ing at her eager face, he had a vision of English’ spearmen thrusting against their crown at Prestonpans—of stern visored English Round-heads battering against king's pikes at Newberry. Eng lishmen In all ages had been the same; they chose a court, but would have free dom clothe it as a mantle. And if the women of this land strove as this one, what hf the men? . "You' bear easy honors. Mistress,” he’ said, “therefore overlook our hilarity, which, I do protest, was yet ill-timed in the pain which the hard usage of such a noble mansion must bring. I regret-,” he added, "that such things .must be. War is not a tender game, and beauty must suffer with the Test/’ “You mistake,” she told him quickly. "I come not to complain, hut to ask a favor. A negro was taken on this prop erty an<L is now heia by your men. He has been my own body servant all my life. Surely you cannot lack for serv ants. 1 ask you now to give him back to me." "It's the nigger named John-the-Bap tist, X presume, sir,” suggested one of the officers. "Colonel Dundas has him.”. Cornwallis bowed, with an easy, good- humored smile on his big, .confident, mas terful face. “We who enjoy the hospital ity of this mansion can scarce refuse so light a favor to her who, un der happier circumstances, should be pur hostess; You shall have-your body-serv ant, Mistress." , , “I thank your Lordship,” said Anne, with dignity. Seating himself. Corflwallis wrote a hasty line, folded the paper and handed it to’ her. “Colonel Dundas' brigade lies with Simcoe at Spencer's Ordinary, on the Williamsburg road,” he said. “He will give you return passes.” The officers rose as she swept a low curtsy from the threshold. Tiie aide held her stfrrup with deference, and she cantered down through the gates and took the west road with a joyfully beat- ’ Ing heart and the written order in the pocket ot her gown. But she did not finish the journey. She had fared scarce half the way when a far popping came from the distance. The next bill showed puffs of smoke hanging above the trees, and she knew that the sound was the rattle of engag ing musketry. Could, her eye have . pierced beneath that foliage she would have seen the first skirmish of Lafay ette's campaign—the brilliant charge of McPherson’s dragoons upon Simcoe’s rangers. She had pulled up. startled at the sound, when a low but familiar voice called her from the thicket. "John-the-Baptist!" she cried. “Yas’m, Mis’ Anne, et's me." he re sponded with a moist grin, parting the bushes. “I warn’ gwineter curry no Britisher hosses long! 'Twarn no use’n ’em wallopin’ me—meh hide’s tougher'n whltleather!” "They let you go?” He threw back his head like a baying hound and laughed loosely. "Norm! Dem squinch-eyed scounls nuver let nuttin’ go. I kep’ meh eyes skunt' en tuk ter de bresh dls ve’y ’ mawnln’ slicker’n er weasel. Greased lightnin’ couldn’ ketch me! Whut yo’ CONTINUED ON LAST PAGE. MMWi}