The Leavenworth weekly times., 1875-01-28
rILroH.BEEcHER,
A Brief Resume Of the Great Scandal Suit.


A Brief Resume Of the Great Scandal Suit
Exactly at a quarter-past II Mr.. Morris
rose to his feet, and, waiting a moment,
like some adventurous swimmer on the
edge Of vast and angry sea, launched
out into his
OPENING address To THE JCRY.
He began in tones so low, SO calm and
so pass.onless, that only the jury and half
Of the reporte.s heard him. Some Of these
latter did not realize that the trial had
actually commenced until his voice grew
clearer, and louder and more earnest. Then,
indeed, there was a nimble scratching OF
belated pencils, so that, in a few minutes,
the n ,ets began to fy like autumn-leaves
1t 5 rot my business 10 report or TO chit
cise NJ. Morris remarkable speech. l shall
be content, therefore, 10 say that, when II
began TO flow in greater voleme, gradually
every intelligence was drawn iu,o Gu REM,
and then foated on is unduIa ing rhetoric
, with serene attention 20 The end.
When the speakers voice had shaken Oh
the fetters Of bis cold and mel,ed INTO
fluent and resonant stream, it was terrible
TO see
THE HUNGRY ANGER
with which Mrs. Beecher stared at b'm.
He was so lost in the contemplation OF ms
subject that he did ncE zee ihe Einding
ewes out of which thcre seemed 10 fl:sh a
constant succession o; li;a,nings. The w'ie
would have palsied The lawyer with every
pulsaion Of her bate; but the husband,
thus terribly impaled, only grew redder ard
toved with a note book.
IT WAS HISTORIC PICTURE.
The father, on whose gray head the .oE-
rent OF invective fell in n constant and
venomous stream, seemed 10 be less concer-
ned than the motionless Judge on the
Bench. The mother, in all her Lerce dig
nifty, which face so pale that the red flush
on each check was almost frightful, sat
like Roman widow at the bier OF her
dead soldier mask OF deadly indifler
ence yelling the anger ard anguish OF her
heart. The son, now flushed with shame,
now whitened with rage, now bent his head,
now stole glimpse OF his mothers cruci-
fxion. Framing this tortured househ I'd
we're all the other faces in Court bleached
with interest
However mastery Mr.. Morris might
sway that craving and palpitaiing audi
ence, however fercely he might hiss his
fervid sentences into the eager ears Of the
jury, however terrible might be the la
ceration of the Beechers, there was one
man
WHOSE FACE NEVER CHANGED
its expression OF calm but profound sad
ness, whose eye never kindled, whose head
never followed The gestures OF the lawyer.
That man was Iilton, as, revived by his
counsel's ardent genius, the picture OF his
desolaie lie passes lin procession before
him, and he contemplated, lonely among
his fellows, the ruin (which not even Al
mighty God can repair"
LITTLE BUNCH OF ROSES.
The courtroom, or rather ihat part re-
served for lhe counsel, was fragrant with
odors of hot-house plants. For several days
past The table near Mr. Beechers seat bas
been decorated with choice flowers from the
conse.ya.ories Of friends. A beautiful bou-
auet OF violeis was placed in a vase yester-
day morning. and similar bouquet was
presented 10 Mrs. Beecher. The wife OF
Theodore 1ilion had no sooner taken her
seat, and removed ihe heavy lace veil which
covered her lace, than a member OF Ply
mouth Church handed her delicate clus-
ter OF violets and white Iosebuds. The
flowers were presented with graceful COM
pliment. That lille bunch OF flowers had
a significance to her which few in the court
loom appreciated. 1t was an iniimafion
that she was sill kindly remembered in
Plymouth ChuIch. Her thanks were ex-
pressed very unaffectedlv. There were
many present who smiled saIdOpically, and
saw in The presentation an attempt 10 pro-
duce d. amatic effect, but such were eyi-
denily not her thoughts. The display of
flowers on the plymouth side OF the
house" as il is designated by the spectators,
was very marked and gave rise to many COM
plimentary aud duncomplimentary crit cisms
Naturally, under the circumstances, when
a magnificent and snowy bouquet of roses,
violets. lilies and al butus was brought 10
Mr.. Tilto,, it attracted the attention OF The
enii,e audience, counsel not excepted. The
plaintiff blusIed like an innocent school
boy as he detached the cord attached 10 The
floral tribute and read the inscription: "To
Theodore Tilton, with ihe compliments OF
his, friends" Immediately ai,erward a
hat-box was handed 10 Mr. Tilton, and,
removing the cover, he drew a bouquet ii
anything more conspicuous than The FIST.
By tbis time the counsel and witness on
the sand ceased 10 attract The attention OF
the spectators, and Mr.. Til,ou and his
c6apsel were ihe p, ipcipal o5jec;s of a,;en-
ton. The plain,if had scarcely deposited
his gift upon tie table at which he was Sit
ting beisie two additional bouquets were
passed over 10 him, The largest one being
for ex-J udse Norris. Mr. Tilions face tu,n-
ed crimson, and a smile ran around the
court room. Gen. Pryor moved uneas;ly
on his seat, Mr.. Shearman appeared much
amused, ex-Judge Eeach looked solemn,
and Mr.. Fullerton, although busy eSaDin-
ing Moulson. stopped Tor a moment, and
gave a quzzical glance at these sen; 'mental
offerings, which seemed so S ssnselv out OF
place in the court room. From one Of the
bouquets Mr.. Tilton d ew a noie written on
tinted paper. He read the contents with an
appearance of qualification, and then placed
it in his pocket.
BEECHER As AN ACTOR
Mr. Beecher, with good-natured smile
and his usual genial manner, lett his own
counsel and stepped across the room TO the
table at which Mr. Tilton's counsel sat, and
reaching across il, saluied Mr.. Beach, and
then shook his hand. Mr.. Tilton. with
tApISssich uiSth hAs iaSS, stepu ~ this
moment within two feet of The clergyman,
but did not look in his direction, although
he must have heard every word that was
uttered.
"'If,' said Mr.. Beecher to Judge Beach,
laughingly, IF l get out from between the
paws of Two such lions as you and Fuller
ton. Ill believe that am innocent, and that
Is what came here to find OUT
".lou forget said Mr.. Beach, pointing
to Mr.. Evart, the Daniel standing among
the lions, and closing their mouths
"Mr. Beecher placed one hand on Mr..
Shearmans shoulder, and the other on Mr.
Evart's, and remarked in a jocular way,
my lio:s are very harmless animals Then
turning 20 Mr.. Morris he said:
"Iet me present myself to you, Judge
Norris
"The ex-Judge very coldly replied, "Mr
Beecher'
"The pastor of Plymouth Church was