Sleep only when read to, and many a day dawned on the worn figure of his wife still

droning her voice into his sensitive ears, with one hand on his pulse praying God ,it
might still beat. At times it stopped, and then she roused the sleeper, gave him the
stimulant and made him eat something which she always kept ready. Dr. Cooper
had warned that the walls of his heart were so weak even a sound sleep might
prove his death if too lond continued.
CHAPTER XLVII VINDICATION When Socola had finished his work developing the
history and character of Conover and his crew of professional perjurers there was a
sudden collapse in the machinery of the Bureau of Military Justice. Holt was
compelled not only to repudiate the wretches by whose hired testimony he had
committed more than one murder through the forms of military law, but also to
issue a long document defending himself as Judge Advocate General of the United
States from the charge of subornation of perjury the vilest accusation that can be
brought against a sworn officer of any court. His weak defense served its purpose
for the moment. He managed to cling to his office and his salary for a brief season.
With the advent of restored law he sank into merited oblivion.
The charge of murder having collapsed, the Government now pressed against Davis
an indictment for treason. Salmon P. Chase, the Chief Justice of the United States,
warned the Resident and his Cabinet that no such charge could be sustained. And
still malice held the Confederate Chieftain a prisoner. Every other leader of the
South had long since been released. On the public exposure of Holt and his
perjurers the conscience of the North, led by Horace Greeley and Gerrit Smith,
demanded the speedy trial or immediate release of Davis.
The Radical conspirators at Washington, under the leadership of Stevens inspired by
his dusky companion, were now pressing with feverish haste their programme of
revolution. They passed each measure over the veto of the Resident amid jeers,
groans and curses. They disfranchised on third of the whites of the South, gave the
ballot to a million ignorant Negroes but yesterday taken from the jungles of Africa,
blotted out the civil governments of the Southern States, and sent the army back to
enforce their decrees. Stevens introduced his bill to confiscate the property of the
whites and give it to the Negroes. This measure was his pet. It was the only one of
this schemes which would be defeated on a two thirds vote if Johnson should veto.
Stevens and Butler at once drew their bill of indictment against the President and
set in motion the machinery to remove him from office the grim old leader still
swearing that he would hang him.
In this auspicious moment Charles O Connor marshaled his forces and demanded
the release of Davis on bail. Andrew Johnson had seen a new light. He was now in a
life and death struggle with the newly enthroned mob to save the Republic from a
Dictatorship. The conspirators had already selected the man they proposed to set
up on his removal from office. The President issued an order to General Burton at
Fortress Monroe to produce his prisoner in the United States District Court of
Richmond. On May fourth, the little steamer from the fort touched the wharf at
Richmond and Jefferson Davis and his wife once more appeared in the Capital of the
Confederacy.

The South had come to greet them. All differences of opinion were stilled before the
white face of the man who had been put in irons for their sins. They came from the
four corners of the country for which he had toiled and suffered. Senator Barton, his
wife and daughter and all his surviving sons had come from Fairview to do him
honor. A vast crowd assembled at the wharf. No king ever entered his palace with
grander welcome. The road from the wharf to the Spotswood Hotel was a living sea
of humanity. His carriage could not move until the way was forced open by the
mounted police. The windows and roofs of every house were crowded. Men and
women everywhere were in tears. As the carriage turned into Main Street a man
shouted.
Hats off, Virginians Every head was bared in the vast throng which stretched a mile
along the thoroughfare. As he passed in triumph, the people for whom he had
worked and suffered crowded to his carriage, stretched out their hands in silence
and touched his garments while the tears rolled down their cheeks. They arranged
him for trial on a charge of high treason. The indictment had also named Robert E.
Lee as guilty of the same crime. Grant lifted his mailed fist and told the
Government.
He would fight if necessary to protect the man who had surrendered in good faith to
his army. The peasant politicians dropped Lees name.
When the tall, emaciated leader of the South stood erect before his accusers in
court he faced a scene which proclaimed the advent of the new Democracy in
America which must yet make good its right to live. On the Judges bench sat John C.
Underwood, a crawling, shambling, ignorant demagogue who had set a new
standard of judicial honor and dignity. He had selected one of the handsomest
homes in Virginia, ordered it confiscated as a Federal Judge and made his wife buy it
in and convey it to him after warning other bidders to keep off the scene. The thief
was living in his stolen mansion on the day he sat down beside the Chief Justice of
the United States in this trial. When Chase had warned the Government that no
charge of treason could stand against Davis, Underwood assured the Attorney
General that he would fix a Negro jury in Richmond which could be relied on to give
the verdict necessary. He had impaneled the first grand jury ever assembled in
America composed of Negroes and Whites. A Negro petit jury now sat in the box
grinning at the judge, their thick lips, flat noses and omnipotent African odor
proclaiming the dawn of a new era in the history of America.
Salmon P. Chase with quiet dignity voted to quash the indictment. Underwood with a
vulgar stump speech to the crowd of Negroes voted to hold the indictment good.
The case was sent to the Supreme Court on this disagreement and the defendant
was admitted to bail. Horace Greeley and Gerrit Smith, Cornelius Vanderbilt and
Augustus Schell, representing the noblest spirits in the North were among the men
who signed his bail bond. When he was released and walked out of the court room
cheer after cheer swept the struggling crowd that greeted him. Senator Barton took
the drivers place on the box while thousands followed to the hotel shouting
themselves hoarse. For three hours he stood shaking the hands of weeping men and
women. No sublime tribute was ever paid to human worth. It came with healing to
his wounded soul. The anguish of the past was as if it had never been.

Jennie Barton gazed with astonishment when Socola grasped his outstretched hand.
She was standing near enough to hear his voice. I want to thank you, young man,
he said gratefully, for all you have done for me and mine. Mr. O Connor tells me that
your services have been invaluable. For myself, my wife and babies and my people,
I thank you again. I wish I might do something to repay you Ne only done my duty,
was the modest response. But I think you might help me a little if its within my
power. You remember Miss Barton We just shaken hands with her she is here. Would
you mind putting in a word Ill do more, sir I am in command today. Ill issue positive
orders.
Jennie moved, he saw her and beckoned. She came, blushing. Whats this, my little
comrade he whispered, seizing her hands. The war is over. We shaken hands with
Horace Greeley and Gerrit Smith today. There can be no stragglers in our camp, I
owe my life to this young man. He took Jennies hand, placed it on Socola arm, and
he led her silent and blushing from the crowd to an alcove in the far corner of the
hall. She looked up into his face with tenderness. You have done a noble and
beautiful thing in the gift of your life to our Chief for these two miserable years.
They have been miserable to you, She smiled. But I knew you would come. You will
not send me away again. She slowly slipped her arms around his neck and kissed
him. They stood on the balcony hand in hand and watched the crowds surging
about the carriage as the tall Chieftain left the hotel to take the train to greet his
children. Socola uncovered his head and spoke reverently the belongs o the race of
giants who have made our Nation what it is today. We owe a debt to the unflinching
dignity and honesty of his mind. He made hedging, trimming and compromise
impossible the issues which divided us of Life and Death. A weaker man would have
wavered and we should have had to fight our battles over again. Now, they have
been settled for all time.
Jennie lifted her eyes to his Whats your name, my sweetheart. He laughed softly.
Does it matters now Our countrys one again my name is Love. A STUDY IN
SCARLET. By Arthur Conan Doyle An introduction to MR. SHERLOCK HOMES. In the
year I took my degree of Doctor of Medicine of the Univesity of London, and
proceeded to Netley to go through the course prescribed for Surgeon. The regiment
was stationed in India at the time, and before I could join it, the second Afghan war
had broken out. On landing at Bombay, I learned that my corps had advanced
through the passes, and was already deep in the enemies country. I followed,
however, with many other officers who were in the same situation as myself, and
succeeded in reaching Candahar in safety, where I found my regiment, and at once
entered upon my new duties. The campaign brought honours and promotion to
many, but for me it had nothing but misfortune and disaster. I was removed from
my brigade and attached to the Berkshires, with whom I served at the fatal battle of
Mawand. There I was struck on the shoulder by a Jezail bullet, which scattered the
bone and grazed the subclavian artery. I should have fallen into the hands of the
murderous Ghazis had it not been for the devotion and courage shown by Murray,
my orderly, who threw me across a packhorse, and succeeded in bringing me safely
to the British lines.
Worn with pain, and weak from the prolonged hardships which I had undergone, I
was removed, with a great train of wounded sufferers, to the base hospital at

Peshawar. Here I rallied, and had already improved so far as to be able to walk
about the wards, and even to bask a little upon the verandah, when I was struck
down by enteric fever, that course of our Indian possessions. For months my life
was despaired of, and when at last I came to myself and became convalescent, I
was so weak and emaciated that a medical board determined that not a day should
be lost in sending me back to England. I was dispatched, accordingly, in the
troopship Orontes, and landed a month later on Portsmouth jetty, with my health
irretrievably ruined, but with permission from a paternal government to spend the
next nine months in attempting to improve it.
I had neither kith nor kin in England, and was therefore as free as air or as free as
an income of eleven shillings and sixpence a day will permit a man to be. Under
such circumstances, I naturally gravitated to London, that great cesspool into which
all the loungers and idlers of the Empire are irresistibly drained. There I stayed for
some time at a private hotel in the Strand, leading a comfortless, meaningless
existence, and spending such money as I had, considerably more freely than I
ought. So alarming did the state of my finances become, that I soon realized that I
must either leave the metropolis and rusticate somewhere in the country, or that I
must make a complete alteration in my style of living. Choosing the latter
alternative, I began by making up my mind to leave the hotel, and to take up my
quarters in some less pretentious and less expensive domicile.
On the very day that I had come to this conclusion, I was standing at the Criterion
Bar, when some one tapped me on the shoulder, and turning round I recognized
young Stamford, who had been a dresser under me at Barts. The sight of a friendly
face in the great wilderness of London is a pleasant thing indeed to a lonely man. In
old days, Stamford had never been a particular crony of mine, but now I hailed him
with enthusiasm, and he, in his turn appeared to be delighted to see me. In the
exuberance of my joy, I asked him to lunch with me at the Holborn, and we started
off together in a hansom.
Whatever have you been doing with yourself, Watson he asked in undisguised
wonder, as we rattled through the crowded London streets. You are as thin as a lath
and as brown as a not. I gave him a short sketch of my adventures, and had hardly
concluded it by the time that we reached our destination. Floor devil he said,
commiseratingly, after he had listened to my misfortunes. What are you up to now
looking for lodgings. I answered. Trying to solve the problem as to whether it is
possible to get comfortable rooms at a reasonable price. Thats a strange thing,
remarked my companion you are the second man who is working at the chemical
laboratory up at the hospital. He was bemoaning himself this morning because he
could not get someone to go halves with him in some nice rooms which he had
found, and which were too much for his purse. By Jove I cried, if he really wants
someone to share the rooms and the expense, I am the very man for him. I should
prefer having a partner to being alone.
Young Stamford looked rather strangely at me over his wineglass. You dont know
Sherlock Holmes yet, he said perhaps you would not care for him as a constant
companion. Why, what is there against him Oh, I didnt say there was anything
against him. He is a little queer in his ideas an enthusiast in some branches of
science. As far as I know he is a decent fellow enough. A medical student, I suppose

said. NO, I have no idea what he intends to go in for. I believe he is well up in

anatomy, and he is a firstclass chemist but, as far as I know, he has never taken out
any systematic medical classes. His studies are very desultory and eccentric, but he
has amassed a lot of outofthe way knowledge which would astonish his professors.
Did you never ask him what he has going in for I asked. No he is not a man that is
easy to chaw out, though he can be communicative enough when the fancy seizes
him. I should like to meet him, I said. If I am to lodge with anyone, I should prefer a
man of studious and quiet habits. I am not strong enough yet to stand much noise
or excitement, existence. How could I meet this friend of yours He is.
Sure to be at the laboratory, returned my companion. He either avoids the place for
weeks, or else he works there from morning to night. If you like, we shall drive round
together after luncheon.
Certainly, I answered, and the conversation drifted away into other channels. As we
made our way to the hospital after leaving the Holborn, Stanford gave me a few
more particulars about the gentleman whom I proposed to take as a fellowlodger.
You must not blame me if you dont get on with him, he said I know nothing more of
him than I have learned from meeting him occasionally in the laboratory. You
proposed this arrangement, so formidable, or what is it Dont be mealymouthed
about it.
It is not easy to express the inexpressible, he answered with a laugh. Holmes is a
little too scientific for my tastesit approaches to cold-bloodedness. I could imagine
his giving a friend a little pinch of the latest vegetable alkaloid, not out of
malevolence, you understand, but simply out of a spirit out of a spirit of inquiry in
order to have an accurate idea of the effects. To do him justice, I think that he would
take it himself with the same readiness. He appears to have a passion for definite
and exact knowledge.
Very right too. Yes, but it may be pushed to excess. When it comes to beating the
subjects nn the dissectingrooms with a stick, it is certainly taking rather a bizarre
shape. Beating the subjects Yes, to verify how far bruises may be produced after
death. I saw him at with my own eyes. And yet you say he is not a medical student.
No Heaven knows what the objects of his studies are. But here we are, and you
must form your own impressions about him. As he spoke, we turned down a narrow
lane and passed through a small sidedoor, which opened into a wing of the great
hospital. It was familiar ground to me, and I needed no guiding as we ascended the
bleak stone staircase and made our way down the long corridor with its vista of
whitewashed wall and duncoloured doors. Near the further end a low arched
passage branched away from t and led to the chemical laboratory.
This was a lofty chamber, lined and littered with countless bottles. Broad, low tables
were scattered about, which bristled with retorts, testtubes, and little Bunsen lamps,
with their blue flickering flames. There was only one student in the room, who was
bending over a distant table absorbed in his work. At the sound of our steps he
glanced round and sprang to his feet with a cry of pleasure. We found it, we found
it, he shouted to my companion, running towards us with a testtube in his hand. I

have found a reagent which is precipitated by hemoglobin and by nothing else. Had
he discovered a gold mine, greater delight could not have shone upon his features.