Litchfield enquirer., 1862-04-24

Out of the way, sayt cannot-l will moi stay here.. We shall have the place down about our ears Out of my way lsa asss1 aE ..ae
 A man Nho had been hiding in an obscure corner close to the jury-box, tried to fight his way out of the court. Then voice called out That is Brownv ,@y2 yt It was never discovered who uttered those words, but called out loudly, Detain that manl He is witness in this case, and duly sub pened, and being in court, can be compelled to speak. Stop that man!' ..g
 Brown was bounced upon by several officers, and brought forward.
 What is this for?' he cried, 'what have l done? Ha! ha! A prime joke this The attorney general sprang to his feet. You are our witness,' he said. My lord judge, may we have light P
 'Lights,' said the judge; cannot see my notes.' ga.
 The darkness of the court increased each mo ment, and the thunder again, like the discharge of heavy ordnance, rolled over the building.
 q have nothing to say,' cried Brown; nc evidence to give, tell you. was fast asleep and heard cries, and went to see what was amiss and then I saw just what the landlady saw, nc more, no less.'
 Lights, there,' cried the judge.
 Yes, my lord, said a voice.
 A man appeared with light with which to ignite the chandelier.
 What shrieks are those? Ohl sound of ter TOT, wild laughter, cries of exultation mingled with horror.
 It is the bereaved mother: 'Look-oh, look! There on the wall, near te you, my lord judge! This is Gods mercy | | is heavens testimony--the phantom witness know it we'll There is the murderer's shadow 1!
 There was strange, shouting cry in thu l court. The counsel all rose from their seats and the judge looked askance with amazemen on his face.
 Cast on the wall of the court by the light tha had been brought, was the shadow of the mal Brown. Huge and exaggerated, there it was and as he shrank down in the vain hope of es caping its production, Mrs. Seaton had seen it even as she had seen it cast on the wall of the corridor of the inn by the oil lamp in the pas sage, as he had shrunk away with the blood o the innocent child upon his soul. Brown then made frantic effort to escape but he was overpowered and secured in mo ment. The storm cloud passed over, and along broad beam of sunshine streamed into the court Not guiltyr cried the jury with one voice and in another moment Anna was in the arms oi her sister. ...-. Then a tall, pale old man stood up by the side of the judge. It was Sir Ralph Heritage, the high sheriff. who had risen from his sick bed ] and arrived in the court during its darkness from the storm. His hands clasped together and with deep sigh, he said, as he looked a | Brown:
 You are my unhappy son, and now have { key to all these horrors. You have done mur der, lest new claimant on my affection should arise in the person of the poor child you have destroyed. My lord judge this is my death blow. Take me home, if you have compassion.
 The high-sheriff sank back on the bench, and when they went to raise him up, they found him corpse.
 The motive of Richard Heritage in commit ting this dreadful deed was now but too appa rent He was tried and convicted in due course but managed to procure deadly poison, anc evaded the sentence of the law. A will of Sir Ralph Heritage was found, whict left the bulk of his property to the poor mur dered child, so that his male relatives put 1T their claims; but sufficient sum was secured for the ease and competence of both Rachel and Anna.
 Poor Rachel She only lived one year, and then she went to see, not in a dream, but in re ality, the sunshine of heaven on the face of hel | baby boy.