Litchfield enquirer., 1856-08-28
LrrcHFTELD, THURSDAY, AUGUST ss, 1856.

while swear that James Fairley has this day perjured himself before God and man. On the morning of this sad occurrence was hunting upon the same hill with my accuser. A rabbit started up bsfore me, and discharged my gun at him. The report sounded uncommonly loud, and almost st the same instant heard loud groan. hastened to the top of the hill, and there behed my friend, my benefactor, welter- ing in his blood. My horoe md despair knew no bounds. I rushed madly toward the foot of the hill, where met James Fairiey, and im- plored him to go for assistance. I never used the expression of which he accuses me, al- though believed myself to be the murderer. l shall soon appear before the Great Tribunal above, there to prove my innocence and con- fonnd my enemies l have nothing to say"
 At this moment noise was heard at one of the doors, and an aged man was seen making his way to the witness stand. All gave way before the astonished justice No hat covered his head, and his silver locks streamed wildly over his brows, while the clenched hands and glaring eyes bespoke the fearful tumult that rag ed within him.
 come," he said, or rather shouted, "I come to clear the innocent and point out the guilty. Edgar Marston has committed DO crime. My son t the mwrderu"
 James Fairley approached his father with palid cheeks and trembling limbs exclaiming " Believe him not he is 8 mad mani How should he know p
 "Of, viper-murderer 1" screamed the old man 6ercely touch me not with those hands, red with innocent blood! am not mad.-I Listen to me, and you shall hear father prove his owa sou to be perjured assassin. I was close to the spot where Mr. Somers was bru- tally murdered, and saw the cowardiy deed committed. I saw my child-he whom I had cherished with all fathers pride-I saw him fire the fatal shot directly at his victim, at the same instant that Mir. Marston fired at the top of the hill. Little did he dream that 1 knew and saw it all. The feelings of parent prompted me to conceal it, hoping that Mars ton would be acquitted for want of evdence.- But when heard that my son was the accuser, conscience could DO longer be restrained, my brain seemed on fire visions of the galows and it's struggling victins haunted me, even in sleep while the blood of the innocent called for ven geance P
 Here he staggered forward, and fell senseless to the ground. Loud rose the voice of the mul- ti.udc, mingled with the cry of Death to the PeljufeF as they Tuoneu IorWaru to HDcrate the astonished Edgar, James Fairley rushed toward him, and drawing pistol from his breast, fired it, exclaiming Think not to es- cape me thus, Edgar Marston-die !"
 Fortunately, his arm was struck up by an of. fcer, and the ball pierced the ceiling.
 The baflled villain looked sullenly around, as though seeking some means of escape. Two constables stepped forward to seize him, when he suddenly drew another pistol, and placed it to his own breast, fired With howl of ago ny and despair he sprang high in the air, and fell q disfgured corpse by the side of his suffer- ing parent Edgar Marstou stepped forth from the halls of Justice free man. He had u,i- dergone fearful ordeal. and came forth with out blemsh.
 Years have rolled on, and Emily Somers is now Mrs. Marstou. Edgar has become judge in the very courtwhich witnessed the most try ing event of his life. Time has placed it's in- deGble signal on his forehead, and threads of silver are thickly strewn among her auburn locks. They never cease to thank Heaven for their good fortune, and bless the memory of the UNEXPECTED EVIDENCE.