s seat.
As nobody seemed to be listening to him he halted in the midst of his
first sentence and turned to see what was attracting the attention of
the others. As he looked, a peculiar sensation passed over him.
Perspiration broke out in beads and his veins stood out like whip cords.
He clutched his chair tightly and cleared his throat.

There sat beside Eunice her child, having all of Mr. Volrees' features.
There were his dark chestnut hair, his large dark eyes, his nose, his
lips, his poise and a dark brown stain beneath the left ear which had
been a recurrence in the Volrees family for generations. The public was
mystified as it was commonly understood that the marital relations had
extended no farther than the marriage ceremony. The presence of this
child looked therefore to be an impeachment of the integrity of Mr.
Volrees and of Eunice. The wonder was as to why nothing about the child
had been mentioned before. Mr. Volrees sat in his chair, his eyes fixed
on the boy.

The lawyer at length resumed the examination of Mr. Volrees, but the
latter made a sorry witness. It was evident that the coming in of this
child had thoroughly upset him in some way. He was mystified, and his
mind, grappling with the problem of his likeness sitting there before
him, could not address itself to the functions of a witness in the case
at issue. He was finally excused from the witness chair.

The other witnesses, who, out of sympathy for H. G. Volrees had come to
identify Eunice as his bride, seeing his collapse, did not feel inclined
to take the prosecution of the case upon themselves and their testimony
did not have the positiveness necessary to carry conviction. It was very
evident that the state had not made out a case and an acquittal seemed
assured.

The Negro porter was in the court room eagerly watching the progress of
the trial, knowing that the obtaining of his reward hinged upon the
outcome of the case. He saw the trend of affairs and felt that something
had to be done to stem the tide. He saw Tiara sitting in the court room,
and said to the prosecuting attorney in a whisper, "Yonder is a colored
girl who knows her thoroughly and can tell all about her."

To her great surprise Tiara was called as a witness. She was a striking,
beautiful figure, as she stood to take the oath that she would tell the
truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth.

"Mr. Judge," said Tiara, in a sweet, sad voice, "can it go on record
tha