The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1872-03-26
Gbe Ginres, Mem Bloomfield, lla.

atoms. His sallow face glowing like red
hot iron, the forled blue vein sweled and
wreathed on his brow, his eyes resembled
live Goals, and his voice was the clangor of
trumpet. never, before or since, listen
ed TO such appalling denuncation. 1t was
like Jove's eagle charging flock of crows.
1t was like Jove himself hurling thunder
bolts in the shuddering eyes of inferior
gods. And yet in the highest temper of
his fury he seemed wonderfully calm. He
employed no gesture save one--the flash of
long bony finger directly in the pallid
faces of his legal foes. He painted their
venality and unmanly baseness in coalescing
for money to crush friendless female, till
shout of stihed wrath broke fiom the
multitude, and some of the sworn panel
cried "Shame ~ And thus the orator had
carried another point-had aroused per-
feet storm of indignation against the pros
ecutors-and this also in twenty minutes.
He changed his theme once more. His
voice grew mournful as funeral dirge and
his eyes filed with tears, as he traced a WV
| III plObulO VI man CluChIlCb anu
wrongs, with special applications in the
case of his client, till half the audience
wept like children.
But it was in the peroration that he
reached the zenith both of terror and sub
Unity. His features were livid as those of
a corpse his very hair appeared to stand
on end his nerves shook as with palsy
he tossed his hands wildly toward heaven,
each finger spread apart and quivering like
the fame of candle, as he closed with the
last words of the deceased Hiram Shore
"Tell my mother that am dead ard gone
| to hell ~ His emphasis on the word hell
embodied the elements of all horror. 1t
was wall Of immeasurable despair-a wild
howl Of infinite torture. No language can
depict its effect on all who heard it. Men
groaned, women shrieked, and one poor
mother was borne away in convulsions.-
The entire speech occupied but an hour.
The jury rendered q verdict of "not
guilty. without leaving the box, and three
tremendous cheers, like successive roars of
an earthquake, shook the courthouse from
dome to cornerstone, testifying the joy Of
the people. At the same moment the
beautiful milliner bounded to her feet and
clasped the triumphant advocate in her
arms, exclaiming-"O Oh, my husband my
| dear husband ~
Denton smiled, seized her hand, whis-
pered a word in her eai, and the two left
the bar together proceeding to the landing,
and embarked on steamboat bound for
New Orleans. 1t seems that they had pre-
viously parted on account of his causeless
jealousy, after which she assumed false
name and come to Little Rock. How he
learned her danger, could never ascer-
tain.
They returned to Texas. The husband
was colonel in the revolution, and escaped
its perils only to fall the next year in a ter
rible fight with the Camanches. A new
county in the cross-t -timbers, country of
wild woods romantic as his own eloquence,
and of sun-bright prairie beautiful as his
own Emma's sweet face, commentaries
his name-the name Of transcendant star
that set too soon, which had now been the
first luminary in the political sky of Texas,
if not in the circle Of the whole Union, for
he was natures Demosthenes of the west
ern woods