Litchfield enquirer., 1856-08-28

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 "WeI," said Timothy, "most people thinl 1t must have been accident, and think 60 too but can't forget how savage Fairley looked when Miss Emily said, don't believe EdgSi would do it. However, he's to be tried to morrow, and then suppose it will all come out"
 The village clock now admonished me that the hour for retiring had arrived. After thank. ing my friendly host, adjourned to small box up stairs, dgnifed by the title of Room No. l" After resolving to attend the trial on the morrow, resigned myself to the embraces of Morpheus, and was soon buried in the sweet forgctfulness of sleep.
 i The court room was densely crowded, the !, judge had taken his seat, and when arrived the officers had gone for their prisoner. The clock struck ten, and the accused was conduct ted to the bar, there to answer to the laws of his county for the murder of his benefactor, the father of her whom he loved. All eyes were at once fixed upon him, as though to read his very soul but he bore the scrutiny with an unainching frmness, which nought but conscious innocence could have supported An almost breathless silence was maintained while the clerk read the accusation.
 Prisoner at the bar" said the judge, "you are arragned here to answer to the charge of wifnl and deliberate murder. Remember that the law does not dictate what answer you shall give. Are you guilty or not guilty 2" Edgar Marston bowed low, and answered in clear and distinct tone "Not guilty" Never shall forget his appearance at that moment. His commanding figure was drawn mp to it's utmost height the raven locks which hung in disordered masses over his pallid brow were brushed aside, and as he uttered those momentous words, he would have served as fitting representative of innocence repelling the assaults of malice.
 The clerk now called tho name of James Fairley. The person thus named mounted the witness stand with an assumed confidence, which it was plain he was far from feeling and while endeavoring to maintain an expression of commisseration for the accused, he studiously avoided meeting his glance.
 He was young man about two-and-twenty years of age, fashionably dressed, and possess ing coantenance on which dissipation and vice had left un,nistakable traces. During the ex- animation his eyes wandered in quick, uneasy gances over the crowded room, as though fear full of some expected intruder, yet his answers to the questions of the opposing counsel were clear and apparently truthful. His statement was as follows:
 "Last Thursday morning, about ten o'clock, I went to the residence of the deceased and in- vited him to join me in 6 hunting excursion among the hills. He at once accepted the invi- taton, and taking bis gun we started together After beating about the bushes for some time, Mir. Somers started rabbit, which ran down into the hollow near where was standing. He requested me to remain where was, while he approached it from the other side As he walked around the hill lost sight of him. Al most at the same instant heard e loud report, and looking up saw the prisoner rushing to- wards me, with a gun in his hand. As he acared mo, discovered that he trembled, and was deadly pale.
 Save me 1! hide me r he said, I'm mur- derer.' T asked him what was the matter. He pointed to the top of the hill. and then added 1: Oh, Emily, why did I ever know you 1"
 "'Tis false p exclaimed Marstou, ftautically. "I never uttered those words, and call on Heaven to witness the truth of what say.n A ssnils of bitter maiguity passed over the face of the witness, as he continued "I went in the direction which he had indicated, and l there found the body, as has been before stated. bear the prisoner no i'll will and am sorry to appear against him."
 Fairley then left the stand, and several others were examined, some of whom, while they tes- ti6ed to the general good character of the ac- cused, stated that there had been some difficulty between him and Mrr Somers, which to their knowledge had never been adjusted-that at the funeral Marston had betrayed the greatest l agitation, and other symptoms of guilt. The judge addressed the jury, informing then, l that although the evidence was al circumstan- tial it bore heavily against the prisoner, and warned them not to let their sympathies inter fere with the demands of justice. They con suited without leaving the room. and for . few moments nothing broke the deathlke stiffness which prevailed. At length the foreman stated that thay had agreed upon verdict. | Is the prisoner Ut the bar guilty or not guilty !''
 In an instant every ear was stretched to catch the souad. Guilty ]" was the response.
 The multitude waved to and fro, as though under the influence of an electric shock . wild, heart-piercing shriek rent the air, and Emily Somers was borne senseless from the court4rooua. Women sobbed and even men stern, ironhearted mea- did not disdain tc drop few honest tears Of pity.
 Edgar Marston,n said the judge, again ad dressing him. have you any reason to slow why sentence should not Do pronounced upoa