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Show \\ ws Nu.n th AQ \ \\ x —@ AL Journal OL it INO. Salt i. Literature, Lake sumably knowing nothing of what had taken place. All this Peggy revealed in [ Written for the Western Weekly.] NATURE. straightforward fashion with. no intimation from Brown that anything should be withheld. O Nature, with thy sweet and tranquil face, O Nature, with thy dark and frowning eye; ° Now wreathed in beauties of the rarest grace, Now hurling thunderbolts from earth to sky. A score or more of the store attendants were examined on remarks that T love to look upon these blissful scenes; T love to hear the storm-cloud’s grim command; The myriad features, ever-varying means, Which spring to life beneath thy magic wand. I love to wander to some quiet spot Amid the woods, and to the mountains old; Far from the care with which my life is fraught, And inspiration drink from joys untold. And in Bathed To see To list of Current the lake where shadowy waters heave, in the light of ev’n’s sun, the phantom forms that cloudlets weave; to music sweet where waves doth run. Joe had made to them indicative of the advances that Lovejoy had made on different occasions and of threats that Joe had made in this connection. Such testimony as this was persevered in by the Prosecutor until the throng of earnest spectators that were at firstin regular attendance had ceased to put in an appearance; and on the morning at which we take the case in hand, there was not News, City, Art and Utah, Science for the November 17, Western Plousehold. 3$2.2 5 Per 1888. is evident that something is wrong. The ‘his hand. “What now?” inquired Frank. paper drops onto his lap, thence onto “A subpoena for Peter Oliver,” anthe floor, whence a whiff from the door, hurriedly which has just opened, carries it over swered the officer, walking under the table on the other side of the past them and down the steps. “There is our cue,” said Brown, turn bar. Morgan takes his seat beside him and they fall into a whispered conversa- ing toward the court room again. “That is his strongest witness. He would not tion. | | Brown and his fair client, who have have been called except through some and pointjustentered, take their “seats, while change from the indifferent Frank pauses by the open side-door to less method which the prosecution has observe the strange agitation that has pursued during the past examinations. taken possession of the Prosecutor and Mark me, he will now urge the prosecution with all the venom there is in him. his friend. Meanwhile Brown picks up the paper I have seen him of old and know all his When he rattling at his feet. His keen eye float- moods and tenses like abook. ing over the fold, catches at almost the opens up on one of his heavy pulls he islfFlalIs JOR; OR, the Law. “T love to warder to some quiet spot amd the woods, and to the mountains old.’’—See Poem, XXXII. It is a slow and tedious process to fill a balloon to complete inflation, but when that point 1s reached and her moorings are cutshe goes up or down very suddenly. So it might be said of the critical events of a life. They approach their turning point, sometimes seeming to fly at a break-neck speed, and again to stand as it were in a motionless calm, while infact they are moving right on to the critical moment with the most unvarying precision. Itis not my purpose to forecast the termination of Joe’s preThis much, however, may be dicament. presumed in the case. Serene as matters seem to be moving on this the third day of the trial, there are undercurrents at work that are going to make a serious break on one side or the other pretty soon. In the three days that have elapsed there has been a vast amount of testi-qiony taken of a circumstantial kind but nothing that the defence get along with very easily. could not From Peggy extracted the statement was unusual had been in amost that Joe state of That mind on the day of the murder. she had not gone to the office till late in the afternoon and had not come back until very much later than ever before. That she had spent the whole night in restlessness and inthe morning was in feverish mental disorder, though and in pours astream of earnest faces that keep on coming as fast as the narrow entrance will receive them till every seat in the house is occupied and all the aisles are packed with Morgan sits in the bar asa. standers. slightest BY QUINCY. CHAPTER swings, open guest of the court. He cial aiacoude organ ? startles even Brown Junior in spite of his forwarning of evil. An involuntary hush passes over the audience as the Prosecutor now rises and casts a contemptuous glance about the room, then turning half way toward the judge: “Tf it please the court I will call Peter Oliver as the next witness.” In an instant the familiar voice of Brown Senior was heard behind him. “Tf your Honor please there seems no occasion for any irregularities in the court’s proceedings. I believethe court is not yet open for business.” The Prosecutor blushed the very [Written for the Western Weekly.] from : Pretty soon a rustle is heard on the stairs and Peter and the officer enter the room. Immediately the main door table with a wicked leer in hiseye which day is done, the night must have its turn, peaceful rest entwine the toil-worn earth; morn will come, the sun again will burn, all creation hymn a new-found birth. SYLVIA. Rescued pieasure. his seat, his form quivering with restrained anger and excitement. The Prosecutor bends doggedly over his Yet o’er my soul a solemn stillness creeps, As one by one the visions come and go; Deep in the faded west the sunlight sleeps, And dark and darker still the shadows grow. The And But And from out his forty years of legal pres|tige was moved, and a_ confidential chat followed between him and the accused girl which was a pointer to the bar and an ugly omen to the Prosecutor who took notice of it with sombre dis- talking Come laden with the balm of happy days. } Sie y to strugSenior r of the @roseogyes el draws close to*® eS é follows which * Gena and aw : the room to wonder causes the Prosecutor are what T see them all; I view them o’er and o’er, Full loath to stay my fondly lingering gaze; These grains of gold from nature’s treasure store ' utmost Brown looks at the sea of interested faces and a new pallor comes over his face. He The moving images now rise and sink; ; | hers, brought a flood of tears the girl’s eyes which her gles failed to restrain. sort of favored The rock-girt hills, the clust?ring elms and pines, The bending willows on the sedgy brink; Transparent waters in whose deep confines “4 upon Year. pre- asoulin the house save the Judge, the jury and the Prosecutor. The Judge sits with his feet over a corner of his desk, leisurely picking his teeth with a quill. The jury are discussing the Amerieo-English glove match as reported in the Police Gazette that is going the rounds of the box. The Prosecutor is perusing with a look of profound contentment the last edition of “The Judge.” His cynical eye lingers upon a cartoon of George William Curtis, the anti-spoils man who is represented in the guize of a jackass reading Sunday-school hymns to congress. Mr. Bellows evidently does not believe in “Sunday-school politics,” except when a political enemy is president. Now a dark supple form enters from the side door. He is evidently a person of privilege. Ah, it is Morgan! How pale and haggard he looks! His eyes are sunken and there isa melancholy void in his glance, and a nervous agitation in his step that betokens some torment preying upon his brain. In his hand is a copy of the San Francisco Bulletin which he places before the Prosecutor with his long, well tapered thumb still fixed upon a certain paragraph which he | evidently wishes the Prosecutor to read. The countenance of the latter suddenly assumes the dappled purple hue in which we have observed this same gentleman on other peculiar occasions. It first glancc a paragraph which makes him start and look nervously up at Frank, who, meeting his eye, walks quickly into the hall, where Brown following quickly after, joins him. “What’s up with the Prosecutor now?” said Frank as Brown came hurrying up to him. “The decrees are against us, Frank, they have arrested Buncomb in San Francisco on suspicion of complicity in a train robbery, and will probably hold him for some days. That, I suppose, is what is the matter with the Prosecutor.” Ea “That’s what’s up with the Prosecutor,” reiterated Frank: in a mumbling undertone. “Well, sir, you may expect hell to boil over today. He will never exhibit that letter while Buncomb is in custody, and that, sir, is what’s up with the Prosecutor.” “You think the letter has been received?” “T know it. I saw him open it in the office this morning.” “You know it was the one?” “T saw the postmark and Buncomb’s name, is that evidence?” “T suppose itis. We shall very likely hear from it in some fashion very soon, and I cannot see that we can do anything but wait for developments.” At this moment the door opened and a deputy came out with a document in pounces upon of a hungry his victim beast, with in the fashion no considera- tions of doubt or circumstances. I have found him invariably the embodiment of the most.coarse and selfish brutality.” “Mh’m!—I see!” responded Frank, while the acrid vengeance in his half closed eye expressed better than words would have done the tension of his thoughts. The bar was now taking on the appearance of animation. The legal heavyweights were straggling in one by one from the clerk’s office and various other lounging places set apart originaly for the public service. Now the tall and dignified figure of Brown Senior appears in the doorway, his first visit since the ‘opening of the case. Judge Lucre descends from his eminence to be respectfully cordial to the “venerated member.” Brown Senior has had no part in the case, but with a patronly grace he approaches the youthful prisoner with afatherly compassion glowing from his genial countenance. The sweet face of Joe looked out from the hedge of legal baldheads about her like a drooping lily in a bed of stone. She had been sitting alone, nursing her embarrassment till her timid heart was almost rising into her throat, and the gentle compassion of pressed this in gracious the personage, pressure of his ex- hand and resumed his seat. The calling of a witness: before the court was formally opened was, of course, a thoughtless oversight but it revealed a want of self-possession which the Prosecutor had never before manifested in the slightest degree. The bailiff cried -the court and Peter tookthe stand. Theold fellow had been nerving himself up.to the ordeal for weeks, and among other preparations for what was coming he had worked over in his mind a great many things he was going to say to eonvince the jury that Joe was innocent. Poor Peter had never been in court before. He had not been in his seat fifteen seconds till both his patched knees were in his arms and his feet were wandering about in wild dismay for the upper round of a chair that had none. Finally securing his long legs in a double-and-twist round the screw hoister underneath him, he sat rocking his obstreperous nerves like a wet nurse churning sleep into a rebel- lious infant. © “Now Mr. Oliver I want you to tell all you know about this case,” said the Prosecutor in a tone moderating between bravado and familiarity. One of Peter’s feet hereupon broke loose from its moorings and fell with a roll and a jerk onto the floor; while the knee which he still held onto with the grasp of desperation was making mighty endeavors to crawl into his gaping mouth. _ “Well, sir, what I knows baint very much. I just knows that Joe—that Joe be innocent, sir.” “Never mind that, sir! Iknow pretty |