striking the
embankment reared up for a resting place for the end of the bridge.

This officer of the law saw Henry leap and ran to the steps which were
not far from the spot whence he had jumped. The officer reached the
steps in time to see Henry sliding toward the water's edge. The officer
began running down the steps, shooting as he ran. The people on the
bridge crowded to the side over which Henry had leaped and witnessed the
race between Henry and the shooting officer. Henry fell and it was
thought that he was hit, but he arose and continued his running. He
turned under the bridge and ran along parallel with the waters of the
river. After passing fully under the bridge, Henry plunged into the
stream and ran somewhat diagonally toward the center of the river until
he was up to his neck in water.

"Move a step further out and I will kill you," said a bareheaded
officer, who had at last reached the river bank, brandishing his pistol
as he spoke.

By this time hundreds, perhaps a thousand or so, of people had gathered
on the bridge. Henry stood in the water tossing his arms up and down. He
feared to come ashore and was equally afraid to try to swim further out,
feeling that he would be killed in any event. Some one on the bridge
lifted a revolver to the railing, leveled it at Henry's head and fired.

"Shame! Shame! Shame!" was the word passed from lip to lip, as the noise
of the shot was heard. Henry threw up his hands and fell, his arms
upstretched above his head as he disappeared beneath the surface of the
water. No one of the thousands stirred. In breathless silence they
watched the spot where the lad had sunk out of sight. Some felt that
Henry had simply dived and in due time would rise. Second after second
passed, on the brief moments of time flew, while the eager eyes of the
multitude were fastened on the murky waters of the river. Henry did not
rise. He was dead. When it was known that life must be extinct, officers
of the law rowed out to where he was last seen and fished his body out.

Ensal who had followed the chase now returned to the court house. Tiara,
Foresta and Foresta's mother had heard the shooting and formed an
awe-struck group, fearing that something had happened and yet hoping
against hope. Ensal's sad countenance told them that their worst fears
were realized.

"Henry is dead, mama," moaned Foresta, as she threw her arms about her
frail mama's neck. "He is dead, mama; let's go home," waile