nity for an act of oppression."

"I didn't mean to get Hilda into trouble. I swear I didn't," Sophie
exclaimed. "I was scared. I didn't know what I was doing. I swear I
didn't!"

Hilda's look was pity, not anger. "Oh, Sophie," she said brokenly.

"What did your men do with the letter Feuerstein wrote?" asked the
magistrate of Hanlon suspiciously.

"Your Honor, we--" Hanlon looked round nervously.

Wielert, who had been gradually rising in his own estimation, as he
realized the importance of his part in the proceedings, now pushed
forward, his face flushed with triumph. "I know where it is," he said
eagerly. "When I ran for the police I mail it."

There was a tumult of hysterical laughter, everybody seeking relief
from the strain of what had gone before. The magistrate rapped down
the noise and called for Doctor Wharton. While he was giving his
technical explanation a note was handed up to the bench. The
magistrate read:

GERMAN THEATER, 3 September.

YOUR HONOR--I hasten to send you the inclosed letter which I found in
my mail this morning. It seems to have an important bearing on the
hearing in the Feuerstein case, which I see by the papers comes up
before you to-day.

Very truly yours,
WILLIAM KONIGSMARCK,
Manager.

The magistrate handed the inclosure to a clerk, who was a German. "Read
it aloud," he said. And the clerk, after a few moments' preparation,
slowly read in English:

To the Public:

Before oblivion swallows me--one second, I beg!

I have sinned, but I have expiated. I have lived bravely, fighting
adversity and the malice which my superior gifts from nature provoked.
I can live no longer with dignity. So, proud and fearless to the last,
I accept defeat and pass out.

I forgive my friends. I forget my enemies.

Exit Carl Feuerstein, soldier of fortune, man of the world. A
sensitive heart that was crushed by the cruelty of men and the kindness
of women has ceased to beat.

CARL FEUERSTEIN.

P. S. DEAR. MR. KONIGSMARCK--Please send a copy of the above to the
newspapers, English as well as German.
C. F.

The magistrate beamed his kindliest upon Hilda. "The charge against
you is absurd. Your arrest was a crime. You are free."

Hilda put her hand on Otto's arm. "Let us go," she murmured wearily.

As they went up the aisle ha