The New York herald. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1840-1920, 1875-02-03
THE BROOKLYN AGONY.
Twenty-second Day Of the
Great Scandal Case.
THE PLAINTIFFS IDIOMS.
His Air Was Dreadfully
PerpleXed."
CHER FACE LIGHTED UP"
"A Fountain Of Peace---Tell
Me Where It Is7"
THE DEFENDANTS OPINION.
He Is Not an Apollo, Neither Is He
CHER FACE LIGHTED UP"
"A Fountain Of Peace Tell
Me Where It Is?"
THE DEFENDANTS OPINION.
He Is Not an Apollo, Neither Is He
an Apollyon.


Brooklyn, make the daily views OF the New York
reporters until, at a turn in the perspective the
weary-iooted perpatetc sees the white cupoa
and the clock or the CITY Hall tells the hour Tor the
assembling OF court. SOW ana definitely, like
clock with authority, the strokes OF eleven are
hammered out. Then, IN the Brooklyn Court
House, whose dome is hall hidden between the
clock and cupoa OF the Hotel de Vile. the Assis-
rant Clerk raps, the Clerk ceases HE comic intro.
aucuon and calls attention to the Drown visaged
Judge, who has quietly taken the bench. and in
ave minutes more the beIated counsel, who
must be up early TO achieve the three miles
and a half between the Fifth Avenue Hotel and
the scene OF trial, enter consecutively and take
their places within the bar. There they ind
Already the plaintir and wife, and perhaps the
defendant. with their collected friends, and the
irent audience Is huddled along the side rails, IL
The windows, half way up the aisles, and IN the
spaces behind the Judge, and their chins are
esned along the line OF the gallery like a set OF
moons iun or gibbous. Two policemen. with
locust clubs guard the gallery door. The acoustics
are quite good, the air better than 1t used 10 be-
and OF late some inventor has placed q small
lamp and vaporized cologne upon OF the
tables to purify the atmosphere.
Brooklyn abounds in saunterers. It Is city OF
leisure, ana there are too many hands for the
little WORK to be done. This scandal case draws
the gloomy corridors while the Court in session.
Three four hundred persons, with their hands in
their pockets searching Tor imaginary cards OF adj
mission. stand about on he wet ana MUDDY Tags
Or leaning against the moist and discolored walls.
They are sad-laced people, The dreary weather Is
rejected rom their eyes, and the slim prospect
they see OF admission to the court room de.
presses them still more. Ard then the "weary,
weary Misunderstanding for q chance to see the
Aicer aipro INT will Inn
iome satisfied. They will ge. glance or Tlltons
tall form as he strides out at lunch time. They
will feast their vision on the full proportions OF
The great light OF Plymouth cnurch. and On the
petite correspondent, Mrs. Tilton, and the other
famous ladies who have passed. by name into the
history Of the trial. and this feast Will be more
than dinner or supper, and Will remain with them
ns great memory forever. Some, in spite OF adj
mission cards, manage to get in. These are friends
and acquaintances OF the police. ''You can pass
In; you're o reporter proclaims the guardian OF
the rates to the multitude OF applicants as he
picks out his friend and spins him inside with a
def turn OF the wrist. That friend OF the police
man will not forget MIN when the summer days
come round and lager beer becomes a necessity or
existence. Then the Court officials have many
friends and these are not left out in the cold be-
sause they may happen not to have the requisite
card OF pasteooard.
na trials. They look at reporters II they might
be the Bar and at the most harmless ticket holder
as If he might be a defendant. They have cold feet
and multitude OF scavenger opinion. They walk
mp and down and eye the policemen as the hered-
itary enemies OF men. They stand in line for hours
and then quit the line from mere hamilton, and
then get In again as heedlessly. They cultivate
chop houses as long as some among them have
money and devour the oeagenous Welsh rarebits.
all eat between Sundays. Thus does the Brooklyn
court nend eat He eats and discusses the scandal.
He calls Theodore "Thee,n Mr.. Beecher 1.-THE Old
Man" the lady "Ezerbetn.r He believes at differ.
ent times opposite ways with great velocity, and Is
the easiest person to be corrected on the subject
OF the scandal and the Oldest TO tell Joke about
It, AS the people in the street cars pass the Court
House they look up and say, There It's going
on"
The trial IL becoming not exactly weary, but
sort OF permanent exhibition. 1t Is like Shake.
speare-not for o day, not for year, but for all
time.
inside the court the interest was unapated. Rev.
Or. Noah II. Scnenck, rector or the wealthy ST.
AIMS Episcopal church and brotner-In-law Of
George II. Pendleton, q large, nord, English
looking man. was In court.
A largo number OF artists, not only representa-.
tives OF illustrated newspapers but amateurs and
portrait painters, are In the habit OF attending the
trial, after the example OF lie Brun. who painted
OF his historic faces, such BrinvillIers, In
the moments Of trial.
The whole scene OF conflict was renewed yestsr-
day before the three juries Of Plymouth church,
kra Tilton's party and the general audience.
MR. TILToN TOOK THE STAND
TO resume his painful narration with his usual
lonely, SILENT automatic way, concerning with none
- he stepped up. His long, clerical figure, arms
and legs, flowing waterfall OF hair and long, pro-
nounced profile, made him q sort OF sorrowing
Saul mourning for Jonathan az he drew or his
overcoat and sat neat, peculiar, almost IDEAL utter
Ing phrases out oil the commonplace and little un-
real, such as cher face lighted up" Il would smite
him." land he burst into tears,r ''his air was
dreadiuily perplexedn "a fountain OF peace, tell
me where itisfr
Take the clothes he wore and the slender but
powerful figure and relieve them OF that beardess
face OF time. theory ana pain. and Triton would
have bsen nne, admirable parsonage. But with
his case and his face, his struggle to be interest
ing without the nonchalance OF third persons and
the extent and particularly OF his narrative-an
almost unbroxen ten, or rather fetch OF de-.
scrlption--it was TO him the hardest lecture he
ever delivered.
In the court sat Mr.. Ttons former lecture
agent, who made his engagements as avant.
courier, and had heard him often address brilliant
audiences In those days when the North was
nearly all radical, the lyceums full and earnest,
and Tilton, o young portent who had risen from
his editorial minority 10 be tribune
OF the people. In those days, when the
ladies' nattered TiIton, and bis stride on
toe stage and on Brooklyn streets was almost
IKE Sir Lauucelot's 'fn FURNISHED greaves," he
had antaeonized the chief lawyer prosecuting him
(Evarts), debated with Beecher himself In his own
pupil, and In mis- newspapers had made an ISSUE
How IKE the fog bells on familiar coast from
vhlcn one must steer though homesick, the