The workingman's advocate. [volume] (Chicago [Ill.]) 1864-1877, 1873-08-16

4 Fer the man Markham could speak
! therefore, he was on his feet.
. If you came here to bring forwarC
some fiimsy evidence, he said, ''be warnec
in time, that criminals should not trampl'
with the law"
Conrad Markham smiled contemptu
ously.
Your covert threat, he said, " does no
intmidate me.
And then, turning to the Judge, he said
quietly:
"I have important evidence to give in
this case / wish to be sworn"
Hold :" cried Sidney Vivian, agar
springing excitedly to his feet. "I de
nounce that man as a murder&-as con
demned felow-as fugitive from justice .
Silence :" commanded the Judge, thai
is not in the province Of this court to de-
eide. If he we're thousand times muir
derer he cannot be prevented from giving
his evidence
Sidney Vivian resumed his seat, pale,
excited, impotently enraged. He saw the
hollow fabric he had erected gradually
dwind6ng away He felt the insecurity OF
his position, and as he realized that the
evidence Of guilt with which he had hedged
in the doctor were being swept away, ne
looked around for one friendly face, but
none appeared. And, e'er he could regain
his former cool, sanguine demeanor, ne
heard the witness saying
Upon the day upon which old Mr..
Vincent died, was secreted in an alvove
in the corridor For what reason | will
not now say | saw young Tom Gray,
who was then in the old mans employ,
come out from the sick room. | saw this
man, who calls himself Sidney Vivian, in
tercept the lad, and take the prescription
from his hand He turned his face toward
me, and quickly made mark with his
pencil. The prescription read q drachm
of rerat riTide, AMI he with one down
ward turn Of his pencil, made it read one
ounce by drawing the ounce mark. This
gave the wrong amount of the drug, and
caused Mr.. Vincent's death. l am posi-
tive of what | assert.
And what is your oathl cried Mr..
Vivian, sneeringly.
''Silence !" again demanded the judge.
The man shrank back, feeling, indeed,
that he had lost his last hope. His evi-
dence was impeached, and his influence
over Conrad Markham destroyed forever.
He sat there. unheeding the charge to
the jury he heard nothing, saw nothing,
until he heard the jury re-enter the room.
Your verdict, gentlement of the jury,
he heard the Judge ask.
Mot guilty "
cheer rent the air-a prolonged,
hearty cheer, from half a hundred honest
hearts and throats In q dizzy maze Sid
ney Vivian saw Doctor Rodney embrace
his daughter, while the excited populace
rendered the court room perfect babel of
noise and commotIun.
lie arose to his feet, dazed, maddened,
wrathful. AS though he would demonstrate
against the verdict, and then he sank back,
a white horror coming into his face, a con-
fused cry ringing from his ashy lips as
woman advanced.
Ghosts Of the dead, on every hand,
hemmed in, he thought, he sank, blinded
and confused, down covering into the
chair, a william unmasked, traitor, per
jnrer.
But it was not the fear Of Conrad Mark
ham. not the thought that his prey had
escaped him, for an excusing angle had
arisen before him, as the advancing wo-
wan assumed familiar and long g-dreaded
form and feature, and revealed to him the
care worn, reproachful face Of the woman
whom he had so cruelty deceived Marcia
Tdnsdnt
ITO be Continual