The Portland daily press., 1873-01-07
The End Of Stokes Trial.

From the New York World Of Sunday1
When the jury went out small nun Der of
| spectators remained, together with some re-
porters, who were writing out their notes.
Ordinary chat went on. Ladies ate ice, coun-
sci and their cronies cracked jokes and laugh
e aloud at them. The place wore the ap-
pearance ola courtroom where some minor
case of fraud was pending and verdict of ac-
| quital was expected.
| The jury were expected in at halfpast ten
O'Clock, but eleven came and they were out.
| Presently there was murmur that became
then ga noise and hjdeous hum that SEEM
ed like that heard in the sacred fanes of the
Delphian APP, llo, so often prophetic of dire
fate. came so suddenly and sharply as to
seem supernatural. A chill ran through the
audience, as when evil genii pass by aud the
''hair Of the flesh stands up or as when an
open sepulchre il neared.
This passed, and there was no sign of the
Importance of the occasion, but the hurry OF
every one to get seat. Presently Stokes
came in. He was accom- panied by hls broth
er, sister. and the wife and daughters of Mr.
Townsend.
As yet The jury did not appear and as the
Judge and counsel took their seats there Was
sigh OF relief among some of the spectators
who considered that the verdict of the jury
would not be given at that time and that the
Judge Was about to dismiss the court.
But now the jury came fling in and take
their places; and the philosophical began to
philosophize upon the decay of Soartan and
Roman justice that was to be exhibited in the
mild verdict about to be given by those twelve
mid looking men, arrayed in the peaceful
garb of American citizens.
The jury answered to their names, and still
toe proceedings seemed very dull and COM
monplace. A well-known editor sat beside
Judge Boardman, as it were, in the capacity of
confidential adviser, and the Judge edged ov-
er Oh MS platform towards his trlenu, and
took serious counsel with him.
The prisoner is told to stand up.
Now the Judge asks the foreman of the
jury, "Have you decided upon a verdict%'
''We have.''
"Whit is it?"
.Mur err in the first degree''
A shudder in every human frame in Court,
as if the wing of Azrael touched each person
sti ed cry from Stokes sister-no' the |
Wild, swlft-passing cry of the savage, but the |
iaint out ONE of the "groanings, that cannot |
be uttered" from a nature that, except under |
the dire stress OF such an aw .ul annunciatiop,
would ''die and give no sound in public |
PiaCCS CApIcSSlfS VI tLG SDlT1CS wounds. |
Something rises visibly in the throat of the |
prisoner. He has not expected this, nor has |
anyone outside OF the jury; but he do,s not |
stagger.
There are some few of his old motions. |
But there is nothing extraordinary in his ap- |
pearance except it is a deep ening of his dark |
eyes. The ldge looks startled, but his |
friend is equal to the occasion. Mr.. Beach |
and Mr.. Tremaine are deeply affected wish op-
posite emotions.
Stokes turns sharply upon Mr.. Beach, and
exclaims through his set teeth, Mr.. Beach,
you have done your work pretty we'll; hope
you have been well paid for it,"
This brought up Mr. Fellows, Acting Dis
trict Attorney, who seemed for once in his
HE disconnected and sorry tnat he had ever
adopted the legal profession. He made along
personal, lll-time' speech, which seemed the
mefest moekery at this crisis of one ofthe
most extraordinary trials OF history. He said
that he had positively refused to 90 on with
the case unless Mr.. Beech and Mr.. Fullerton
were associated with him, and that they had
unwillingly consented to try the cas-, with
him, at the request of District-Attoruev Gar
vim, and without any fee from ny member of
Fisk's family
At this point wrath overcame the prisoner.
and raising himself half fr,m his seat and
swinging his right arm wildly, he shouted.
"Nor from Jay Gould!'
There was silence in court for the space of
a minute, while at that midnight hour the
wild, fierce: ironcal, des oairng words of the
prisoner went out through the open doors,
and echoing and e echoing through the half
lit corridors. TIE reverberating walls caught
up the cry, "Jay Gould! Jay Gouldp'
But the prisoners friends caught him back
among the proprietes, and the appalled, at
torney continued i'll a stammering, apologetic
tone. He went on at some length, thanking
the counsel for the defence and his associates.
ana the court and jury, and concluded by
himself that his three years
endurance of such scenes as he now saw
C 'uld now cease and he would become a pr-
va citizen. .a.
Meanwhile Mr.. Bea sat there with bis
large eyes dilating with horror, and inflamed
as if with tears. He seemed choking He
gazed intently at the east windows which he
was facing. Again his burning eyes wander
ed from face to face, as if seeking sympathy
and support. His look tarried long upon
gentleman who wore a clerical vest as if he
was anxious for benefit OF clergy"
The lines deepened upon the face of Ly-
nan Tremaine, which was flushed with emo
ion. He was terribly shaken. Even on the
mooth, cool, passionless face of Mr.. Town
end there was look Of grief, and the heavy
rcles around his eyes grew heavier.
The central figure, the strong man in his |
golly. held himself well in hand. Call the
eli-controI exercised by a person Of iron will /
''tiser faculty." tn. result of brute force, or
inertia, or obtuseness, or what you will, it
must always elicit a certain admiration; es- 7
'1Scially when the person shows certain re- !
1SSSsnnt and deicacy of organization: ii
strais'ee Mr.. Fellows was setting himself
OF wat. before the listening nations glass 7
to the prize another of wine were handed Il
and distressS.er and his ster nv the attentive |
int. ested hintasS,Serkeeper, who had so long t
dies strove to con- IN IN tn ir fairs. The la
Stokes once looked o the weeping sister, and
follows: In Court wow .s
Mr.. Fellows--It becomes
I'm peratlve duty now to move IT, Painful but o
dict. "p'N this yer, "
hr. Iremaine-I hope this motion will
suspended TIL Monday morning. as we be
nave motion to make in a-rost ~. - ay .