The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1875-02-09

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moved about in the chair as il It were in
deed PrOcrustean bed,
Mrs, Tilt0n had been marched into
court on the heels Of the Beechcrs, by her
two custodians, this time reinforced by
another brace Of stern-visaged females-a
double Mrs Cluppins, as Il were, Each
OF these excellent women carried an UNI
brellA; zach was dressed in the deepest
mourning, and each glared at Tilton
with q grim and ferociOus scOwl.
Here let nc remark, en- PGreNltheseS, that
TiltOn Is not Q iWoman's man, The dear
creatures somehow prefer the coarseF and
grosser traits Of his enenyt For every
masculine partisan who arrays himself
under the HltOniaR ensign, there are
twenty Amazons troOped under Beecher's
COlOrs, Perhaps the rare Rneness Of Til
ton, his almost elleminanCy, betOken too
close resemblance To their own sox to
contain charm, Whatever it is, the
women who are avowedly sympathetic
with Tilton you can count on your Rn-
gers, while almost every pettcOqt In
Brooklyn Is ono Of BeCcher'S standards.
MRS, TILTON,
The CruClest, deadliest thrusts ut the
very heart Of Mrs. Tilton's womanhood
do not even heightcn the blush which has
lately enthfoned itself upon her cheeks,
To-day, with herihpsband IN the witness
chair, disclpsing the Btorybt her shame,
and beF alleged lover blindly Indifferent
to hcr, staring out Of the window, she was
Gs dOwdily commonplace as any servant
girl arraigned before u police justice,
Anybody dropping into court, and as-
sisting in the spectacle without compre-
hending 1t, would surely mistake her for
n lady's maid "in trouble" for the annex
alton Of silk dress OF diamond ring.
Mrs. BeeCher looks like the Muse Of
Tragedy. Mrs. Tilton Ia, TO all appear
aRCC, the Clambermaid In farce,
Judge Fullerton's exQuisilely-artistiC
method Of examination won silent re.
cOgnition even from the most inSepsible'
Ills voice was deep and sylmpathetiC: ItI
trembled occasionally with tender and
sOrrOwful lremulO. lIe spoke low and
cOmtortingly, like somebody speaking to
mourncT about the burial Of his dead.
There was solemn inclination Of the
head ut the reception OF cach answer, and
soft protrusion Of pair Of eyeglasses
at the beginning Of every question. 30
low did TiltOn speak at first that some Of
the repor ters failed to catch his responses,
But, as he warmed into naturalness un-
der the skillful management Of Fullerton,
he spoke clearly, deeply and mourntul:;
ly-his speech Interrupted every now and
again by violent cough. Tho earlier
questioning related principally to his
money affairs and the history Of his con.
ncCtiOn with Plymouth Church, rs well
as his editorial career As he told
the different stories, his mouth opening
wide and twitchlng, his hoad jerking and
his whole frame tingling with nervous
ness, BeeCher only pressed his hands hard
or against his head, and stared oil the
more vaguely out Of the Window, 3-l
But, IN a moment, the latter's face
purpled, and he almost rose from his
seat, ns Fullerton dexterOusly y led the
former, without the interval Of break,
to the description Of the interview be.
tween himself and DeeChcr at MOultons
house, when Mrs. Tilton's confession was
read to the latter. Evarts tried TO inter-
pose nj his vast learning and his wonderS
ful ability between the relation Of that
interview and his client. lie failed,
however, and Tilton, who seemed to be
full Of q Dclphic convnlsion, with hia MUS.
Cles rigid and his nerves relaxed, told
from his chair, as the pythOnic priestesS
from her tripod, the foul story Of his own
shame and his adyersarys crime. No
wonder Beecller's blood bubbled up int6
hIs ears and raced through his veins
Every eye in court looked, with an astr0.
uomical intensity, for tho shadow Of each
4 horror to Ilit across tho scarlet orb Of his
face, az Tiltoh, like the Chorus Of Fnries,
spasmodically Chanted them. Not a
heart In that crowded room Softened with
a twinge Of pity for the man IN such ter.
rible torment, innocent or guilty. There
he sAt, the Clergyman, the moralist the
teacher, almost Of q hemisphere, with
hundreds Of careless, jOCnlnr eyes fensting
on the tokens OF his shame, II not his re-
morse. The younger Of his sons sat at
his right hand, and, with his head bowed,
Aobbed sometimes audibly, On his wife'a
face remained cold. linmeahlng, ueauly
sneer. The very Judge became human,
and looked inYoluntTily 20 zee Y some
face sd vivid II thatcrowl, and bCttay,
by ltS despeeraton,the iireS roaring wllnln'
Beecher's shame, at all events, MASTER
cd bis power oil repression; II Haired out
on his checks, and set llis urn Ups tremO-
ling like a woman,s, Tie audience was
% mercllesS as tllelr Roman Progenitoirs,
IN Neronian days; ana, though he might
be q martyr, none the leSs .Grrlnc were t,
the. pangS which 3yortllrow MS sell'coh'
troll and distorted his ieatureS'
Some parts Of Tilton's story were 90 dis:
gusting that eyeh the men blushtd and
an instinct Of pity went out TO the husband
who was dragging his wltes fate through
such lpalllsomeneSs. Az this strange op.
pOrtunity Mrs. Beeeller laughed, almost
aloud, and barring her grim, white teeth,
turned to her husband as II for approval
But he did not even listen TO whaievet
cruel speech she uttered, for his eyes were
fixed upon the chandelier, and his iing;
ers ,drummed upon the aching crown oil
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