Vermont daily transcript. [volume] (St. Albans, Vt.) 1868-1870, 1868-07-31

speak 10 me.
And the warden obeycd, for Dick
RcnshaWe was the first man in the city.
"poor mother and little Tom,n she
said, her lips QuiVcrin@. aft YOU could
only send them woid-they will be 50
uneasy
al WILL Where do they livc|N
She named the street. Then he stopped
and laid his hand ON her head.
'I4ittlc girl, what can | do for you
You are not guilty of this charge.
Her fearful eyes frightened.
"Don't trouble about that, sir she said
quietly. "God VIII clear mcV
Through all the weary day that inter
vencd before the trial, Dick NenshaWc
worked and waited. Never was mans
soul 80 full of work. DaN ana night the
girls white face and dove eyes were be-
fore him. lie engaged the most emil
ncnt counsel for the case, but every one
told him il was useless OF course the
girl would be found guilty was the as
surance of all.
On the day of the trial he went to sec
Miss DcrWcnt herself she came down
readily enough, but Witha look ofrcsent-
mont in her fine eyes, for Mr.. RcnshaWc
was an old admircr Of hers, and he had
been rather neglected. of late. But, un-
conscious or careless of this, the young
man plunged into business at once.
Miss Derwent, Lizzie Graham will
be convicted tomorrow" he said.
Miss Derwcnt raised her eyes in we'll
bred surprise.
$50 suppose, Mr.. Renshawe."
"You believe her guilty.
81 do?n
He rose to depart.
"And you intend to send her to state
prison? ''
'The law will send her there"
"Good morning. Miss Derwent."
Good morning, Mr.. Rcnshawe.N
And they had been almost lovers,
Dick went 10 consult with his counsel,
and Miss Dcrwent, cut to the quick,
despatched q messenger to Count Ger
dass TO attend her to the opera that night.
At late hour Renshawe dropped in,
| hoping that the music might soothe his
excited nerves. HIS interest in the inn
! pending trial amounted to Madness
! He Glanced into box just opposite
Mis-. Derwents She was looking her
best as she always did when she wore
the winc-colOrcd velvet; and when She
arose to- depart, the young man, moro
from habit than anything else, raised
his glass to inspect her. a stream OF
light almost binding him, glowing
star. as it were, in the folds of her sweep
ing tram. Inc neAt instant ne was at
her side, disengaging The glittering dia-
mond rom It's nldihg place.
LOOK mere, MISS DerWcnl, ne crleu,
holding 1t before her astonlshed eyes,
see your diamond; ana you nave ear
RED 1t III your iobe All inc ullle, Wlille
the poor child has been lying in prison.
Oh! shame shameW
MI. RcnsllaWc, am sorry )" she pc
gan but he was gone before she hau mn
ished her sentence.
lizzie Graham, sitting All alone III
her gloomy cell, reading her Bible ny
the light OF a prison lamp, heard the
heavy door swing open ana swift steps
ring down the corridor. she looked up
in wondering alarm. Dick Renshawo
stood before her, ms bearded lace as nap
Ply and trclEulous as 4 Womans
Little girl, he said, - offered to dc
you kindness once and You refused &c
accept It,. come to give your freedom
noW-you are clear. Miss DerWent has
the velvet robe she wore that night.
II knew that God would clear me,
she whispered softly.
Three months later, when the skies
were blue and the fields green, ana all
the hedges white and sweet with haW-
thorn bloom, Lizzie and her mother ano
little Tom, were all down at little sea
side cottage-not fashionable resort
but quiet, happy little place that Mr.
Renshawc had selected for its rural beau