The morning star and Catholic messenger., 1868-11-01
NUMBER 80.


She sat down. How clear the air had
suddenly grown, how easy her duty! She
did not think hardly of the doom she was
first time in her life Heaven was SO near and
actual, waiting for help, listening for the
true unflinching word. Question and an
swer came sharp and quick.
Mr.. Carton spent part of yesterday
evening with youf"
"A part of it,"
I" At what hour did he leave the house n
At five minutes to eight"
She could not help but hear the low mur-
mur that passed through the room, nor her
fathers smothere6 groan. Sam Carton had
not inspired them with the security he had
given her.
I" Are you positive as to the time I"
Yes" her voice failing.
That is all that is required Of the young
lady," said Simons, in compassionate
tone.
!" No." said Dutton, his face Frightening.
Carton went after leaving the house . You
didn't see if he went in the opposite direc-
ton to Ford's Lane-eh Z" eagerly.
1t was a long time before the answer
came.
.I did see."
lifted his nand diI1esofusel,r-lsti IT. snii,.-s 10
sFs Where did he go 20 asleed Simons "I
am sorry to compel this answer, but it is
important. " Did he enter Ford's Lane 90
He scarcely could catch the reply
=" He did,
on doubtless, then, were at the win
dow or doorP Did any other persons enter
tons 2"
She got up, her face white, her eyes burn
ing. Mr.. ,Simons hattfpe to notice that it
was beautiful face, clear-cut for tragedy.
lie was connolsseur; and hunted men to
death coolly.
will not answer" folding her shawl
about her. "I-O, God Tll not murder
you for the sake of any lie, Sam )" with q
smothcring cry.
Carton stepped forward and took her in
his arms rs she fell then turned to the
lawyer, who was hesitating how to apply
the thumbscrews.
g know what she saw, Mr. Simons.
There's no need to force her to speak the
words thatn condemn me likely. She's
seen Robert Fullmer follow me into the
lane. He must have come about five min
utes after" ----
You are mad fool" said the old squire,
seating himself, in rage. Dye mean to
risk the girls happiness-if your own life
counts for nothing-to save some wretch 2
De veg
"No," said Carton, huslSily, chafing Mar
tha's face. 9th come right. Where's her
father 2"
He was sent for post haste, y said the
policeman. " Somebody dead or dying at
the Jail. Said he'd be back in half u min-
ute"
You will make out the necessary papers,
squire ?" said Simons, lowering his voice.
" You cannot refuse to commit this man
for trial ~ s-
"No, certainly not, Mr.. simons. will
make them out" ~,
The trial was over-her trial. 1t had left
her like one dead. She knew nothing but
that she was kindly enough lifted into a
carriage, and found herself lying on her
own bed, looking vacantly into the great
charriDg fire in the crate, her mother crying
softly beside her. She did not know how
long she lay there--it might have been min
utes or hours. Sam was to die and she had
killed him-aH the world thought so. Was
it true9 He said if she spoke truth God
would help them. The thoughts came to
her family, touched her with but dull points;
then she slept. This was like DEATH she
thought; she wished it might be death.
Life was too horrible for her to bear.
1t grew toward evening; the room was
dusky but for the pleasant red freight
shadows. She heard faint stir in the room
After while some fresh cold hand took
hers, not her mothers. 1t was long time
before she looked up thenher fathers griz-
ely face met hers, with the old eyes dim
with tears watching hers.
Why, Mat" as though he was speaking
to baby; "Tve-waited long to have
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