n my mind that Skinner is
guilty. I should have thought that his conviction was proof of that."

"But he didn't have a chance to prove his innocence," replied Hall. "He
has such a good reputation among his own people that Young is going to
take up subscriptions for another trial."

Elias turned sharply upon the gas official.

"Few people who understand the matter will give money to save the life
of a squatter. That's another thing I'm going to preach upon next
Sunday. The very manner in which they live would prove what bad citizens
they are."

"We can't hang a man," argued Hall, "because he doesn't live in
accordance with our stilted notions. Professor Young says that the girl
is a genius--that she has a beautiful voice. I promised that if he took
up--a contribution for the family that I would send him a check."

Elias Graves rose hastily to his feet, forgetting to put out his hand as
he went out. He now hated Tessibel Skinner with a deep religious hatred,
and it would be war between him and her for the life of the imprisoned
squatter.

President Hall, with a smile upon his face, closed the door of his
private office after his pastor had departed.

"It's evident why Graves wants the women turned down," mused he; "he
thinks that he will draw about him again such men as Hopkins and Carey
and that they will help him in removing Skinner from his land. I won't
help persecute the poor devil--Gad, but that daughter of his did turn
things upside down. I wonder what Augusta will say to me when I go
home?"

* * * * *

It was a keen, cold and blizzardly Sunday morning when the bells of the
different churches rang out upon the air. Ithaca was astir and her
citizens anxious to worship. For one-half hour the streets teemed with
well-dressed people, then became as silent as if the town were
uninhabited. Minister Graves took his place in the pulpit and scanned
the pews which were filled to overflowing. Not only had his members
come, one and all, but people from other congregations were standing at
the back of the railing, eager to hear the mighty effort which would be
given forth from the clergyman's eloquent tongue. Elias Graves took his
text from Genesis--"And thy desire shall be to thy husband, and he shall
rule over thee."

The minister leaned far over his flock, as he finished this impressive
text.

His eyes fell upon Deacon Hall's pew, then upon his own in which sat his
wife with Babe