elicti?' Alfred Churchill, I wish you joy
of the verdict, you worked so hard to win."

Turning on his heel Mr. Dunbar walked the length of the veranda, and
stood gazing gloomily across the tangled mass of the neglected rose
garden, taking no cognizance of the garlands of bloom, seeing
everywhere only that lithe elegant figure and Hyperion face of the man
who reigned master of Beryl's heart.

The Solicitor leaned one shoulder against the door facing, and with his
hands in his pockets, and his brows drawn into a pucker, pondered the
new fact, and eyed the strange witness.

After a time, he approached his companion.

"If your hypothesis be correct, and it seems plausible, if science
asserts that electricity can photograph,--then certainly I am sorry,
sorry enough for all I did in the trial; yet I cannot reproach myself,
because I worked conscientiously; and the evidence was conclusive
against the girl. The circumstantial coincidences were strong enough to
have hung her. We all make mistakes, and no doubt I am responsible for
my share; but thank God! reparation can be made! I will take the night
train and see the Governor before noon to-morrow. The pardon must come
now."

"Pardon! He cannot pardon a crime of which she now stands acquitted.
The only pardon possible, she may extend to those who sacrificed her.
His Excellency need exercise no prerogative of mercy; his aid is
superfluous. Churchill, go in as soon as you can, and send out the
Sheriff, with as many of the jurors as you can get together; and ask
Judge Parkman to drive out this afternoon, and bring Stafford, the
photographer, with him. Tell Doctor Graham I want to see him here, as
he is an accomplished electrician. I will stay here and guard this door
till all X---has seen it."

Winged rumor flew through the length and breadth of the town, and
before sunset a human stream poured along the road leading to "Elm
Bluff", overflowed the green lawn under the ancient poplars, surged
across the terrace, and beat against the railing of the piazza. Men,
women, children, lawyers, doctors, newspaper reporters, all pressing
forward for a glimpse of the mysterious and weird witness, that, in the
fulness of time, had arisen to reprove the world for a grievous and
cruel wrong.

The hinges had been removed; the door was set up at a certain angle,
carefully balanced against the hanging curtain; and there the curious
crowd beheld, in a veritable vision of the dead, torn as i