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Show * THE os well what you . think about it. Just tell the jury, will you, what took place on the night of the murder of Bar‘|: tholomew Lovejoy. Tell all that you can remember about it. You was there, wasn’t you?” “Ay mon, I was theer, that I was.” “You was night-watchman?” wants oi to say that Joe was the one as did that eer murder, but ye can’t come it on oi. Joe was an innocent—” . “Never mind!” yelled the Prosecutor. “T want vou to tell me the truth, and I intend you shall do it.” “That oi shall, sir ; but oi tells no lois fore nor any other mon.” Brown Junior several times started to “Yes, sir.” “And you saw the defendant there the | putin a word, “No!” whispered the | wiser head at his side, “Peter can be night of the murder?” trusted to take care of himself.” “Ves, sit: “Well,” pursued the Prosecutor, heav‘Was anyone else there?” ing a most piteous sigh of discourage‘Where, sir?” ment, “we'll try another tack. That “Well, on or about the premises?” other person you referred to as having “Yes, sir; you was there.” “Yes, I was there. Where did you first been in the alleyway. Do you know anysee me, and about what time was thing about him?” “No, sir; oi don’t.” i ae “What in the name of heaven do you “T past e, sir, right at the corner, goin round at back, whilst I went round at know?” The Prosecutor froathed and raved front, about eleven o’clock it was, sir.” “No, it was not eleven ; but did you and Peter sat through it all as rigid and see anyone else there about that silent as a mummy. “Have you any recollection,” the Prostime?” ecutor went on, ‘of saying a few “Ay, sir, there was two besides e.” moments ago that you saw a second per“Two? Oh, yes, to be sure! the deson in the alleyway?” fendant!” “Oi do, sir, but oi don’t know anything “Tf your honor please,” said Brown Senior, rising to his feet, “we shall have to object to the prosecution’s method of anticipating witness’s testimony in this manner.” “Witness may go on and state what he knowsin his own way, if he will,” said the Judge. “Now, sir,” continued the Prosecutor, “state to the jury who you saw and what they did, and where they went and all about it.” . _ “Well, I was in the store betwixt ten and eleven, when I says to Joe, who was in the office, you had better go home,and Joe said to I that she would pretty soon. Then I walked round awhile, and then I comes into the lane at back where the boxes be poiled.” : “Who did you see in the lane?” “T seed two, sir.” & “BmcanHe@mides mye. en “Ay, sir; one onem about him, 1 fice then besides the defendant?” “Oi,—” 6Oi—” Peter thought a moment. “Stop!” said Brown Senior, springing to his feet again. “We must object to this way of interpolating witness’s testimony.” The Prosecutor simply turned a sort of half’ sneering glance upon the attorney and said nothing. “The question is proper. Witness may state what he knows aboutit,” was the court’s decision. - Brown Junior swore between his teeth. Brown Senior excepted. “Go on, will you?” bellowed the Prose: cutor. “Oi—oi don’t know, sir.” said the perplexed witness. : and unwarrantable have beetl employed to intimidate the witness and confuse him into testifying beyond his knowledge. Now with the same defiance of regular procedure he, the Prosecutor, endeavors to restrain what in the opinion of the defence is a most testimony.” JupGE,—‘If fied with their the the vital defence examination opportunity to is point of not satis- they examine the have finger within afew wit- old Lancashirian was on his feet in an in- JupGE.—‘‘As to a stay for the purpose named, I might as well inform you now, stant. there The nose. The Judge’s boots fell spirited from the will be none, so the prosecution desk corner to the floor with a bang. Brown Junior and Brown Senior rose simultaneously. A stir of expectancy went over the audience. But that was all. Peter didn’t plank his fist in the Prosecutor’s face as they all expected he would. The menacing finger was low- may proceed.” Brown and Brown held a diplomatic consultation and then registered their ered in the interval, and his seat. bring him to a fair statement that Joe was in the office when Lovejoy entered. Peter resumed “Were you not the night watchman that store?” — | of the defend- looking eyeing eyes the right of the murder of Bartholomew Lovejoy?” “Yes, sir.” “A clerk in your office. was she not?” “Yes, sir.” “How late was it you saw her in the office that night?” Morgan’s face blanched perceptibly. The Prosecutor had no intention of pressing Morgan into a desperate service any more than he had of undertaking it himself. To urge Morgan into dangerous extremities at that moment would have imperiled himself and he was not This‘ wishing to venture any chances. is why he preferred the conviction of Joe with a light punishment to leaving an open case that might eventuate in Morgan’s prosecution for the murder. “Did you see her there at eight o’clock?” continued the Prosecutor after a brief pause. “Yes, sir.” “At nine o’clock?” d tior¥ of late on “She “You the defendant give any intimaher intention to remain quite the night in question?” may have done.” had given her some extra work to do that night, had you not?” Brown Sentor.—“‘If your Honor please, we object emphatically to this method of examination.” JupDGE.—The court observes no disposition on the part of the prosecution to lead the witness, save to expedite business. The examination may proceed.” Brown and Brown hold another diplomatic consultation and decide simply to ness for themselves when the prosecucept to the ruling without discussion. tion closes.” . Prosecuror.—“You will please answer Brown Sentor.—“‘But if your Honor please. suppose the defedce was of the the question.” Yes, sir.” belief that the testimony of this boy in “Do you remember if, upon your exquestion would be vital to their case, and as a ground for asking a stay of pro- amination next morning you found that she had finished her work?” ceedings it would be well to know “Yes, sir. It was finished.” the probable character of the boy’s the prosecution?” of Peter’s know ell, occasionally, yes.” held his extended you Prosecutor, witness with the viciousness of a serpent. “Yes. sir.” se “You remember seeing her on the a& arose, and, standing with one foot hoisted on the edge of the witness stand inches the “Yes, sir.” testimony; does it not appear to your Honor that the better way would be to have the testimony of the present witness go on record now, and then if a stay is desired let it be atthe close of “You don’t know!” and the Prosecutor Morgan, said WEEKLY. “Oh, I see! that’s what you meant. “After which you went away leaving Well, go on and tell us what you saw of her still there.” : him the night of the murder?” Joe’s great reproachful eyes opened “That oi will, sir. Whilst oi was out a little wider upon the witness and comin along by that eer little door at he immediately found something out of back, oi stumbled agin a big box standin the window to interest him. theer, and lo and behold! out popped a “Y_e-s, sir.” bie’s head. An he says to-oi, ‘Peter, let “Was Peter there then?” oi stay won,t e, oi’s cold and this be a “T presume so.” nice place for oi to sleep.”” The eyes of “No one else was in the office or store the Prosecutor began to enlarge quite when you left, but the defendant and perceptibly and his cheek suddenly lost Peter?” a goodly portion of its color. “No, sir, I think not.” “If it wasa boy,” interrupted the lat“You think you would know it if there ter, “that will do about that. The time were anyone there?” of this court is too valuable to be taken “Yes, sir, [ think so.” up with the escapades of boys.” after nine “You were there till “If your Honorgplease,” said Brown o’ol@mk?”’ Senjoterising to hi8 me ionified atti- wg “Was there anyone in the store or of- “Mr. ant?” now, he be gone sir.” He come an went in ath “That was when?” ’”: “About eleven o'clock WESTERN exception. Upon thinking matters over the Prosecutor concluded Peter might lay over for a time and he would try once more to There appeared very little. prospect of reaching that point just at present. Peter therefore stepped aside and the clerk repeated from Bellows’ lips the “Ye-e-s, sir, that oi was.” “And was it not a part of your duty as such to know beyond question who was name of Morgan for the next witness. on the premises at such an houras the Poor Morgan was ina tighter box than one we are speaking of?” his mind was at all prepared for. He “Ye-e-s, sir; an’ oi thought I did.” had set his whole hope upon the bogus “And didn’t you?” confession of Buncomb to relieve him of This was a tough situation for the old his troubles. When he had seated himveteran watchman. He would almost as self on the stand with Joe square in front leave slip hisown head into the noose of him and uncomfortably close, with as to acknowledge that he had been her great earnest reproachful eyes derelict of duty. Once more _ the opened square into his, he came the Prosecutor’s finger came up to the wit- nearest that he had ever. done in all his ness’ nose. eventful life to feeling that it was better “Answer me! did you not know who for him to suffer the penalty of crime wasin that house at the hour of eleven than by afalsehood to inflict it upon one o’clock?” of his fellows. The situation squeezed The tears started in the old man’s him tothe marrow but his case-hardened eyes and he worked with his nervous soul had resisted too long to yield yet, fingers at his pantaloon legs till they though the crust was gradually breaking were drawn up almost to his knees. down and no one realized the fact so “Oi knows what e wants, oido. Ye well as himself. “Now, state to the jury if, at her usual rate of labor, she would have been at all likely to finish what was given her before eleven o’clock.” Morgan cast an inadvertent glance toward the prisoner, whose piercing eye went through him like the thrust of a dagger. It was all of a minute before he answered. brows drawn Finally, with into a knot his heavy and fixed upon the Prosecutor, with measured emphasis: “T don’t know, sir.” his he eyes replied “What do you think about it, sir?” Brown and Brown were both to their feet before the words were half uttered. more than A pause followed that be- came distressing even to the phlegmatic Judge. Brown Honor, JUNIOR: “Your the defence objects.” Tue JupGE, (promptly): “The objection is sustained.” At the same time he found something out of the window more interesting to him just moment than the contemptuous of the Prosecutor, which, in his at that glance mind’s eye he could see though it was outside of his visual angle. That there was bad blood rising was quite evident to all, and not the least so tothe packed audience who stood with their necks and ears strained to their utmost. “Now, Mr. Morgan, I have just one more question to ask you,” said the Prosecutor, advancing with a tragic stride toward the witness and seizing with a suggestive grasp the railing beside the Judge’s stand. Morgan’s face was livid with suppressed anger. After into each seconds, the other’s determined attorney proceeded: “Are you, sir, not reasonably certain that this defendant was at work in that office until sometime after ten o’clock, and that no other person could in any probability have been in that room when, according to testimony, Mr. Lovejoy entered?” Brown and Brown were still on their feet. The eyes of every soul in the house, for many reasons were fixed upon the witness. A minute had dragged itself out and still, with compressed lips and brows rigidly knit, he gazed into the severe torney. face of the [TO BE CONCLUDED examining at- IN OUR NEXT.| = <~<tie—>—~+ Fe EN (Original. ) : SONNET. Sweet bud of innocence, farewell ! the hand Of death has wrought its seal upon thy brow Yet flushed, yet throbbing with the glow Of childhood’s ecstasy. Thy life—too grand To bear the menial burdens of a land Weary and groaning with its weight of woe— Has dropped its load, and with the silent flow Of soul, is drifting to a peaceful strand. But now to look upon this pallid clay— These poor dumb lips pleading forever up From an eternal stillness toward the way Whence vanished all of mortal hope—we sup Afresh the burning draught of misery That bursts in anguish from our bitter cup. QUINCY. > ~~ <i-—->—~4 [Written for the Western Weekly.| A Canine Matchmaker. BY ae A splendid pair of high stepping thoroughbred bays, driven by a handsome well dressed young fellow were spinning Willard’s merrily along house,on the past vine farmer covered porch of which two young and very pretty girls stood watching the fine equipage as it passed. Suddenly, and without any warning, a great, shaggy dog leaped over the low fence on the opposite side of the road and sprang savagely, with fierce growls and barks, at the horses’ heads. A wild rearing and a frightened snort or two of the thoroughbreds, afew sharp, peremptory ‘“whoas” from the driver, a clatter of hoofs, an awful crash, above which sounded a wild cry from the vineclad porch, then horses, driver, carriage, all were piled in a confused, struggling heap between a big maple tree and farmer Willard’s low stone wall. All but the grea* dog, who stood quietly by, wagging his bushy tail and looking on the wreck with an air of great satisfaction, and an evident sense of duty well performed. A few minutes later, farmer Willard and dextrously at work washing an binding up the wounds. Just then the doctor arrived, and after a long and critical examination, shook his head gravely and said: “A very bad case, indeed; concussion of the brain; shoulder blade broken; wrist dislocated; cut and bruised allover. I am afraid you will have to let him stay here for a while. It would be as much as his life is worth to move him now.” | “Well, doctor,” replied Mr. Willard thoughtfully, “if that’s the case, I ’spose we shall have to do the best we can. It’ll be. powerful -inconveinent though just now,” he added. ‘Mother away and harvestin’ comin’ on.” “Well,Mr. Willard,” replied the doctor, “it’s a case of life and death, you know.” “Oh, we’ll do the best we can for him, doctor,” said Mr. Willard. “We can fix up the little back room up stairs for him, can’t we, Martha?” “No, father,” replied Martha. “He can have my room and Iwill take the little back room, my room is much larger and more cheerful, and I will have it ready in a few minutes,” she added, blushing under the grateful glance the doctor gave her as she left the room. So that night Robert Broadaker was comfortably established in the large, airy, cheerful front room up stairs, and Martha was installed as nurse at Doctor Thompson’s request, until a professional nurse could be brought down from the city. That night, also,the old Squire, his father, came over to see him, and then for the first time the girls were made aware of their patient’s identity. The old Squire sat along time, pale and silent by the bedside of his unconscious son, for he was an only child, and before taking his departure he said to farmer Willard pompously: “See here, Willard, since my son must stay here, see that he is treated as well as you know how, and money will be no object when we come to settle up. You un derstand?” “T understand,” replied Mr. Willard, with a trace of pride in his voice, “that a fellow creetur has been thrown helpless and sick on my hands, and I ‘low we'll do the best we can by him, money or no money.” : It was wonderful what a change came over the feelings of Madge, the younger daughter, after she discovered the patient was Squire Broadaker’s son. But it was Martha’s cool hand and soft, magnetic touch that stopped his pitiful moanings, and soothed him to rest. : At last the crisis came and passed, and when Robert opened his eyes after the long, deep sleep, Martha’s was the face they first rested on. Knitting his brows with a troubled expression, he asked feebly. “Who are you? before? Surely Where have I seen you I have seen your face?” himself with a couple of his hands were on the spot, and soon succeeded in ex- “Yes,” replied Martha quietly, “I have given you your medicine since you have tricating the now bleeding and senseless been young man from his still perilous blushing. situa- tion, whence they carried him as gently as possible into the house, and laid him on the old-fashioned settee in the large pleasant sitting room. “Now Jim,” said faryner Willard, addressing one of the hands, “you take old Jake and ride for doctor Thompson as fast The eye of the Prosecutor was on him in an instant. steadfastly for afew as you can get over the ground. Tell him it’s Squire Broadaker’s son, the young lawyer, that’s hurt, and mortal bad, too, I guess from the look of him.” Then going into the other room, where the two girls, his daughters, were waiting with pale, horror-stricken faces, he said: “Come girls; which one of you can stand it to come and wash this poor fellow’s hurts? He mustn’t be layin’ there all covered with blood like that, when the doctor gets here.” “Oh, father!” exclaimed the taller and darker of the two, shuddering, “I couldn’t bear it! Please don’t ask me.” “And I won't,” retorted the other sharply. “I don’t see why we should be expected to do anything of the kind for| a stranger.” “Come, Martha,” said her fath r appealing to the first, “I wouldn’t ask you if mother was home. But we can’t let the poor fellow lay. there like that, come.” Silently and with compressed lips Martha followed her father into the sitting room where the wounded man lay, and after the first shock at the sight of the senseless, quered bleeding fear,and she form, was pity soon con- quietly not ill. ask I am the nurse,” she added “But you must be quiet and any more questions now,” and she rose to leave the room. He noted the action and asked peevishly: “What are you going away for? Can’t you stay with mea little longer?” “Yes, if you wish it,” she answered returning to her seat, “only if you talk I must go away at once.” He did not reply, but lay gazing at her intently. Presently he exclaimed: “Ah! IT remember now! That infernal dog! Oh, if I ever see that shaggy brute again!” And after having thus self, he sighed and again. From that time he but harvest time had fore he was able to sit dow and look out relieved him- soon fell asleep recovered rapidly, come and gone beby the gable win- upon the world once more. At last tha day came when the doctor pronounced him so far recovered that he might with safety be removed to his home. But strange to say this knowledge did not bring him the consolation it should have done. Martha had not been to see him all day, and he had missed her more than he cared to own. The hour for his departure drew nearer, and presently he heard the carriage wheels on the walk beneath the window, and with a frown he dashed the book he had been trying to read from his knees, and muttered: . |