Excerpt: 'On the shady veranda of an old-fashioned Southern house, on the outskirts of St. Louis, two men in the prime of life were enjoying their cigars one fine morning. One, the younger, with a fair, full face and honest, gray eyes, after a long period of silence, said 'To-morrow will decide her fate, Nick. You have worked up a strong case against her, but I am afraid of the jury.' 'The jury is...