The Indiana State sentinel., 1875-04-22
FULLERTONS FIRE.

AT POINT BLANK RANGE.
A TRYING ORDEAL FOR THE GREATEST LIVING
PULPIT oRAToR-A SEARCHING INvEsTIaA- ,
TIoN WITH sCALPEL AND MICROSCOPE,
WELDED BY a MASTER HAND.
OF the second day of Beecher's cross ex
animation, the New York Herald has this,
the report of the evidence al
ready reported in the Sentinel: full and
distinguished company sat down to enjoy
the proceedings in the Brooklyn trial
yesterday. There were no seats to
spare, but very many were in demand.
Two or three thousand respectable look
ing people occupied the long, dark cOrri-
dor, though tbs court room was az full as it
could hold, and yet they stayed there pa
tiently all day long. despite the bright sun
aud balny breath of spring called eloquentiy
on them TO come out into the open air and
be happy. 1t is good rule of the court 10
allow nobody in VINO cannot have seat. IN
the early DAYS a dense wall of men were
permitted to fill the three sides of The room,
shutting out the fresh air and imperilling
the lives ot the lawyers. jurors aud report
ers Among the famous people who di-
vided the curiosity of the audience with the
great defendant was Mark Twain, who took
a seat under toe shadow OF the bench, aud
passed the time between listening TO the
proceedings and reading the Atlantic. Rob
ert LincolD, son of tho late president,
good-natured, handsome large, muslacbed,
fashionable looking young msn, of perhaps
thirty. had a seat behind the judge. Dis
trio. Attorney Phelps gravitated to the law
eyed manager of the World, Mr..
Montgomery Schuyler, was made well
come among the reporters. =
| host of lawyers from here there and every
where, filled the limited space the bench
affords. More ladies' than ordinary and
l mora haantv than aver C30la under ObSarya
/ ton. Mr.. Beach was absent till about noon.
All the rest OF the lawyers except Roger A.
Pryor, were promptly on hand. Mrs.
| Beecher and Der daughter sat, as usual, side
by side, the one pale as alabaster, her isce
framed in
SETTING OF THE SILVER WHITE HAIR;
the other rosy, like the blush of dawn, and
her hair the color of the ravens wing. Til
ton held his head high. and his eye was
brighter, his bearing prouder, his color
clearer than ever before. Some prophetic
spirit had been whispering in mis- ear the
day Of atOnemen. is nigh. Yesterday
was. big with meaning and with por
tents dire. Mr.. Beecher canse into court
with less of the old brave front that marked
his former bearing. Guessing at his thoughts
as one might Judge by his locke, Mr. Beechel
was not wholly confident of himself. The
experience of the previous day was not IS
suring, nor was ii fruitful OF good results
tor The defense. Sitting in the witness chair
; with the morning light falling full on his
face, toe large eyelids seemed 70 droop, th'
heavy cheeks TO hang, and thu
general expression to indicate grea
and uncommon trouble and per
turbati0n of soul. Fullerton dropped tn
gentle, suave voice of the previous day, ant
pushed the method of his cross-examinatioI
to the very verge of rudeness. "Did yo'
/, say you humbled yourself before Theodor
Tilton as you did before your God?" aske
J ne unset. The witness demurred ant
gave different version. A greal des
, of badgerng by counsel followed a
to tire opinion Beecher had of I'll
toms character theu. Evarts came gallantl
to the rescue of mis- witness, who was LABOR
ing painfully in the tolls, and was prope
object of pity Fullerton was abominabl
a aggressive and belligerenr, prepared to fign
= a legion of the defendants lawyers to thrOi
y | tie EVarts and lay him on his back, and pi C
Shearman, Tracy and Hill out the window
II The court room was
RINGING WITH HIS VOICE.
Question after question, in tone of trs
$ mendous energy and passion were hurle
, at the witness to bring out his explsnatio
of the letter of contrition. The witness ic
"a a moment reused his voice and browne
that of the counsel, hurlipg back the questio
81 as to his writing the letter with the rt
< sponse that the letter was ns
a. bis. He placed trembliu
j. hand upon his brow, the perspiratio
j. ooz5d from his mples and the veins stoo
n forth prominently. 1t was 20 minute
10 past 3, and the witRess threw an anxiOr
at look at the clock as il he wished the ola
z. were done and the agony az an end. Pre-
~ emily he grew collected and calm, but not /
is Fullerton. Toe lawyer was In tl
M full swing of his assault an
is no placatiDg him with a jest, as the wi
re ness found 10 his mortifcation. Woe
:. Shearman IL he had intruded an objection
te this m0meDt-woe, even to the might
e Evarts. The big Iujun was on the war pat
b. hourishing the tomahawk, and his cry Wi
We blood. When he rummaged among h
IL papers on the table awe fell upon the aud
or ence. What terrible weapon next? VIII
to kind of blade will be no
re wet in the gore OF bis Vlctimf The!