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Show ptt tate aa pte hermes i, eemettetectted ansehen rm THE the clerks in the store that he was not worthy to live, and that you might be the person set apart to blow his brains out?” Joe’s eyes flashed fire and came to her cheeks for the three weeks. “T may have swered. “How late color she finally an- done,” was the first time in youin the office the night of the murder?” “It was some after ten o’clock when I left.” “Was anyone in the office when you left?” INO, Sub “Was anyone in the house?,’ “T don’t know, there might have been.” “Had you seen Mr. Lovejoy that evening?” “No, sir.” “Had you seen Mr. Morgan?” that he said any- about it.” good night when he . “No, sir.” queries the ques- tioner would turn a side glance upon. the Prosecutor, expecting to hear an objec- a ee tion, ee groan of agony burst from his lips. “My God, my God! how could I have done it! Oh, my girl, my afflicted, persecuted child, pity and ae me before I die!” Here he arose once more to his feet, and with the wild glare of insanity in his eyes broke forth in a hoarse appeal to the jury. “Gentlemen, [am the man. Look at me! I did it. I killed him. The villain! The wolf! Yes, gentlemen, the wolf. By heaven it was—-was—it was sweet After each of these — upon he left the office?” “T don’t remember went our but the latter sat through it all seeming scarcely conscious of what was going on. “Was it not common for him to ais that upon leaving you so?” “Yes, sir; always.” “According to his testimony your duties were a little extra that night. Had he during the evening manifested any anger toward you that would cause him to be less courteous than usual?” “No, sir; I never received an unkind word or look from him in my life.” “Miss Joe, I want to ask “you now where you think Mr. Morgan went to when he left the office the last time that night?” The questioner glanced again at the Prosecutor, but the latter was’as quiet and unmoved as ever. Joe hesitated for some minutes. She seemed for the sus- first time to have pected the real purpose of the questions that had been asked her about Morgan. She was disconcerted and looked appealingly to her attorney for relief. “Tell the jury simply what, you think about it, that’s all.” “T_er—thought he went out doors.” Morgan’s head was bowed and his face hidden, and though none were aware of it, his eyes were wet with tears; the first, no doubt, that had moistened his cold eh groan me, gentlemen, I bored him through just like a—like a dog, gentlemen, a dog. But my dear child! (turning now to Joe once more who sat through the whole “Did he bid you TEE Bt girl’s feet, whilst “Yes, sir, several times.” “How late was it when he was last in the office?” “A bout ten o’clock, I should think.” “Where did he say he was going when thing I “Silence,” yelled the Judge, and the bailiff went over the banister with a bound. “Order,” he cried at every jerk as he nudged his way lustily into the packed.throng. In amoment the vast excited assembly was still as the grave. The conscience-crushed man was kneeling on the flogr before the witness stand with his face ‘bowed upon the lids for a score of years. “My girl, how old did were?” “T am nineteen, sir.” you say you “How long have you lived in place?” 4 “A little over two years.” “And where did you ing here?” live this before com, “We were several years at G——-, New York.” “Where was you before that time?” “In New York City, on B—— street.” “Who did you live Street, New York?” with on B—— “T lived with Mrs. McLane, the same that I have been living with in this place.” “How did you happen to be living with Mrs. McLane in the first. lieve you told nor relations?” “My me you mother, sir,on place? had the I be- no parents night that I was born, fainted in the streets and was picked up and carried into Mrs. McLane’s house where she died before morning.” “What was your mother’s name?” “T don’t know, sir ! nobody ever knew.” “Why, was there nothing about her person with which to identify her?” — “Nothing, sir.” “What is that piece of old fashioned jewelry on your neck?” Morgan which burst from the ‘lips of sent a thrill all over the house, and in a moment he was seen to rise and make his way in a sort blind delirium toward the witness. audience, the bar, like one _ innocent petrified.) child, I My have almost the jury and of The the Judge arose in a body. “Down in front!” shouted a volley of coarse throats at the fessing to have WEEKLY. committed the murder which this court has just been ing. That letter, consider- Mr. Buncomb alleges, was the product of the brilhant Mr.—-er —Prosecutor, possession. and is probably now in his Mr. Sheriff will kindly meander through those spacious pockets and he may find the precious bit of legal literature. Mr. Buncomb is also needed at Boston. He, by the murderer, but he’ll bear way,is not a watching and the bars:I am persuaded will very soon do the service. He was arrested in San Francisco for train robbery. But, friends, he’s no train robber. He’s just one of those degenerate ghouls from the regions of rum that snoop at the heels of respectable scamps—this prom- ising—er— Prosecutor for instance— whose business requires some clever miscreant todo their dirty work. No, he’s no robber. 'Ehey needed him for evidence here business today, and to be not wanting known, they the called his crime robbery, or something or other. Do you find the document, Mr. Sheriff? Ah, yes here it is. Now, friends, what about the disposal of this incompetent knave.- We shall need him in evidence fora few weeks over to Boston, in killed you. Oh God! What a beast! what a beast Tam! Oh! Oh!— a case touching a little pleasantry with (raising a A deep agonizing groan, a gurgle, a this refined pocket ornament shudder, and Morgan sunk upon the floor vicous looking: bulldog which the officer: had taken from Bellow’s pocket)*which stone dead. The house was in a delirium of excite- your—er—Prosecutor once indulged in. it friends? ment. The officers in the service could A real pretty instrument, isn’t not keep them out of the bar, where Our legal exhibit of this little—er— joke of the Prosecutor’s is going to net the dead man lay. Joe had luckily escaped into the that persecuted child, whose life and clerks office where Frank was at’ her testimony you listened to this afternoon, side before she had time to turn On every side round was a writhing hands. “Silence!” the mass rang out round, lifeless of a body heads and commanding voice that resounded: through the house far above the din of the multitude. “Sit down!”, _ The: throng, “was in Gn, instant as still as! ‘the -“corpse”: hitb. ‘the bar. The speaker | was Hanks. He ‘had arrived just asthe excitement was at its highest, and mounting the Judge’s desk, had thus awed down the mob. “Friends!” said he ina calm, serious v_ice that brought the cited people to multitude of ex- a profound silence. came into your city a stranger some hours ago. Ido not know any of I few the about $20,000, deducting the price of a hangman’s noose which it is possible the good people of Boston will take pleasure in donating. Now, touching this poor scapegoat, I can tell you beforehand he is not worth your:.vengeance. “Cart. the him,” ness with him.” This when away from we shall and _ bury a thousand _ THE END. THANKSGIVINGS DAY. Thanksgivings day is at the door, His basket full with plenteous store, A plasant smile on snow-wreathed lips, No clouds his gayety to eclipse; | Kind, brotherly, calm and serene, Sunshine and peace in every mien. more scanty than now, and until have of summer evidence which you only that Morgan, who, by his last confession you know was the criminal, but that your much honored Prosecutor was in compact with him to punish an innocent person. I might say also that this young gentleman is going with me to Boston to assist in the settlement of another delicate matter which will interest Mr.— what shall I call him?” “Tucifer!” rang out a shrill voice from within afew years,when there has been an influx visitors, there was no centre save a few scattered houses near the ferry, and a store where produce could be exchanged for groceries, brogans, and like commodities. The people, industrious, quiet, law-abiding, lived on farms that yielded ascanty ing toil. None return for unend- were rich, even mers, neither were any very poor. knew that a farmer’s life labor, that the decree, was “In the for farThey one of sweat of “No, that may come for some. future christening. For now we will call him the blessings. that will do pretty well. “T want now to introduce another person whom you have probably seen be- fore. Hereis Mr. Buncomb. This gentleman, for the small consideration of $5,000, mails a letter, so I am informed, from San Francisco, fraudulently con- eldest, a blonde, lithe and graceful, with clean-cut Grecian nose, soft blue eyes, and flaxen hair; loved her books and aimed to bea teacher. Jessie, as graceful, a brunette, with dark hair and ‘eyes, had a turn for household cares, and was the helpmate of her mother. There was no cure, no place of worship but the parson’s study, and there the household and the neighbors gathered to listen to words. He never tired, and when not engaged in teaching he went from door to door, consoling the sick! and dying, and urging the strong and well to from labor on the Sabbath cease and strive to live a godly life. In this way the parson was engaged when the Revolution came to desolate the island—his form still erect, but his hair silvered by time. When that day came, the boys who were his pupils returned to their own homes, and the Sunday service was discontinued, save as arare opportunity offered. The peace and repose of the place were gone. Homes were plundered, sheep and cattle were run off, and where once stood many a barn or dwelling there were but heaps of ashes. ‘To add to the distress, troops were quartered. on the people. There was hardly a house left standing that was not so used, but the parsonage, as it not tell, save that he sought soiled remnant of a uniform told that he was a rebelsoldier. That he was no spy, was there for no unwarrantable purpose, was treated as the merest subterfuge. The Judge-Advocate called death penalty, and the Court for the arose to The stillness was that of Their. schools were a stir, the flutter of. a dress, and Edith stood at the front, her nostrils thy face shalt thou eat bread,” was of divine origin; and free from great temptations and besetting sins, they ploughed and reaped, and thanked God for many Prosecutor, Other children he had; sons had gone out into the world; and one was not, a lovely girl, the idol of her father, who had passed away just as she was coming to womanhood. The living daughters were unlike. Edith, the there was and Saved by the Girl he Loved. embraces the island of Conanicut, was far all believed, not ters. give senténce. Cub, an esteemed and useful citizen of your town who, if called upon, would you Bradley —who Rhode Island Incident—Captured as a Spy death, so hushed was every pulse, when quaintance. given Mr. A court was convened, the torn and Distribute charity’s fertile seeds, And may good willand peace on earth Year after year enlarge their girth. Lro HAEFELI. At the time of which I am writing the population of Jamestown, R. I., which would - have Rev. soon so won upon the people that they learned to love him, and were guided by his teachings. In stature he was tall and commanding; his manner dignified, but not distant; his voice persuasive; his large gray eyes full of gentleness; and the clasp of his hand was that of a friend and_ brother. With him he brought his wife, a son, and two daugh- he would denly pressing, are interested in knowing what we had in store for you. Come,my boy, up and let the people make your ac- friends, is Master deained—the to revisit scenes loved and endeared; a story so bold, so improbable, as to be met with jibes and jeers. Love in the Revolutionary War. This, my the preeminence, with here and there a Calvinist, and still fewer of the Church of England. But in time there came to the island a godly man episcopally or- of a prisoner—a spy, it was said—found hidden in the undergrowth back of the old orchard, at the parsonage. From whence he came, or why he was there, Vexatious strife this day forsake, In love each other happy make, Neighbor to neighbor drawing near; God’s goodness humbly to revere, Ge -d up the incense of good deeds. Prosecutor, who was making frantic ef forts to reach the open door. “Since the real criminal in this case has already gone to his punishment, my witnesses will not be neededtoday. But I have reason to believe you all, and par- A ticularly this gentleman whose calls without seem to have become so sud- other. to row; Such wasthe state of things when the daily routine was broken by the taking Tn fervent, prayerful gratitude. person was the out, and Of faiths it was surprising how many there were. Quakers and Baptists had pass—without a rigid examination. Give praise, then, mortal multitude, to— you, busi- tales of the ancient mariners--a way was found to learn the rudiments of navigation. was called, was spared thiough its association with the Church of England. Provisions grew scarce; there was neither seed-time nor harvest; if ought was sent over from the mainland, it was seized by the troops here or at Newport, and no one could come or go without a EN Pah SSP ER een My name, friends, are _ those presme_ well and will no doubt be delighted Just wait upon that person, will Mr. Sheriff, I have some private carrion resounded throats. at the same moment of along shaggy wig and aseedy looking overcoat that had probably served for a decade in some Boston play-house.| is Hanks. There ent who know But have ‘done with him he will be at your service. Shall we send him back or find a job.to tone do-vn his restless spirits up there to Boston. We've got a respectable place where he will be well taken care of, and here are the documents that will stick, if you say use,’em. faces before me, save that they look too earnest and brave to permit helpless innocence to be punished for another’s crime if they knew it. I came into this room with some evidence touching the case that.has been on trial today. It came to me by several happy coincidents since in this little disguise I stepped onto your streets.” [He divested himself the crowd. “Oh, of course, that was hers.” A deep groan scene WESTERN none of the best, but they were the best they could afford. In them their little ones dilated, her breast heaving, and her golden hair, breaking from its fillet, fall- ing over her. “Hidith!” exclaimed her father, sprang forward. “how dare you here! How unmaidenly!” trusted to his care. what to do, how to this insensibly to me to blow and string, and the flowers | that wreathed violets, and my _ hat, columbines, the ox-eyes, were gathered by his hand. There was not a nook or crevice in the rocky shore that was not known to us, and it was he who found where the earliest berries grew. That we loved each other I knew, but he never spoke of love; it was enough that daily we could see each other and be together; if not at play or study, seated on the crotched limb of the gnarled pear tree in the orchard, reading some ite author; favor- lived in each other’s presence till the spell was broken—till my mother discovered what we had not thought to hide, and from that day I was kept nearer to her person. “From that time we saw less of each other, and shortly were wholly parted. Nor did we meet again till two days ago, when, seated beneath the old pear tree, with Ponto at my feet, there came a step that Ponto was first to hear. Jumping to. his feet, he gave a bark of: defiance, but as quickly it turned into a ery of joy and bounding forward he licked and caressed the hand held out to him. Scarred, worn, and tattered as he was, I yet knew at a glance my old schoolmate, and although overjoyed at his presence, was horrified at the risk heran. Icounselled him by all that was great and good, by the love he bore me, to fly—to go back the way he came, lest he be caught on the island. ‘‘Almost as I spoke the tread of soldiers on the road was heard, and at once he sought a shelter. Hoping, praying, that he was safely hid, I tried to believe he had escaped. Bui, oh, my father; oh, ye men who sit in judgement, what was my woe to know that his retreat had been discovered.” As she spoke she stepped a foot for- ward and threw up _ her hands imploringly in a flood of tears. Her father ran to her support; but she cried, “No! Stand*back! William Read, speak! You are absolved from. silence; speak! and tell them how and why you came.” “Tis all true,” said ing his manacled the prisoner, rais- hands. ‘Edith and I were children together on this spot, now hallowed by so many associations, and here I learned to love her. Oh! how I loved her; .how I love her still, and how great was my grief when I could see her no more. Before I could form any plans for the future the war came on, and, true to my country, I entered the field to fight you Britishers, who strike witness these scars. hard, as Discharged the hospital and unfit for active from ~ service, I longed to see again this home of my youth, and more, to her. You know the rest. I found a skiff on the Willet farm on the opposite shore, crossed under cover of the night, and hid the skiff in the flags moment see her back of the orchard. I saw Edith; hoping again, I lingered and For a I might fell into your hands. All this I could have told you when taken, did I not fear to compromise those who were dearer than life itself.” For a moment no one stirred. Then the parson said, addressing the Court: “Much that you have heard I know to be true, and the rest I believe beyond a peradventure. If the prisoner can be released, I will be his surety.” “The prisoner is paroled,” laconic answer by the Court. was the CHAMPLIN in N. Y. Post. —~<thii willie Lost. “Stop, father,” she cried as she drew away and brushed him back. “Touch me not! Itisa case of life and death. BY and J am here to shield the innocent!” heaving, her arm raised, and her eyes turned imploringly to the Court, who said, “let her speak; let her be heard”’. led us to each He taught me to swim, to shoot the eggs he found were brought as he come There she stood trembling, white almost as her spotless kerchief, her chest When in doubt act, he sought me RUSTLER. In 1875 I was carrying the mail in the handle of Texas from-to Fort Elliot at the time the country was in an Pan unsettled condition, and. Indians were Pressing her hands to her side to still as thick as bees around a honey-hive. the throbbing of her heart, she said, in We used to travel on the old wagon a. voice in which. there was no tremor: road until a new trail was made over “When I was a child, there came a boy the edge of the staked plains, which cut to the rectory to be taught by other boys were taught. father as His home had been far from happy, and his life at the off about where forty there is miles. but In little a country water one sometimes sees a curious phenomenon in form of a. land fog which grows con- rectory was a revelation. If rude and could learn,-at least, to read, and write, ‘wayward at first, he became tractable, tinually denser until finally one cannot |, I had left the main We see a yard ahead. and cipher; and if here and there a lad then gentle. kind, and obedient. looked out upon the sea, and longed ‘to’ ‘played and studied together, for father road.a few miles behind. when- it began made no distinction between his own to drizzle and the feg te rise. I kept on know something of its mysteries—something more of the great deep than the children and those that had been in- my way thinking that I would be able |