Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1877-05-10
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Written for the Yorkville Enquirer.
JULIAN NMORVILLE'S BRIDE
OR,
THE POWER OF LOVE-.
CHAPTER XIV,
THE VERDICT.

Mr.. Clifford, the defendants counsel, evil
IDENTIFY made favorable impression upon the
majority of his hearers. His speech was lis
tened to with profound attention, and many
q moistened eye testified to the softened feel
ings it had awakened, while kindly and SYM
pathetic glances were. directed toward the
prisoner, as we'll as toward his wife, who lean
ing forward with tightly y-clasped hands, listen
ed, with emotions impossible to describe, to
the contending arguments ofth case. Shroud'
ed once more beneath the concealing folds of
her veil her face was not visible to their
gaze, but the brief glimpse of it, in its pathet-
ic beauty, which had been revealed to them,
had touched every heart and excited the al
most universal hope that for her sake, if for
no other reason, the verdict would be given
in her husbands favor. IA.
The Judge then addressed the jury in the
usual form, but as concisely as possible, being
apparently desirous of bringing the case to as
speedy a termination as he could. Evelyn
had watched his Honor's countenance with
the most intense interest, feeling, poor girl,
that if his sympathy was on her side, there
might be more chance of a favorable decision ;
but there was nothing in his cold, unmoved
expression to excite hopefulness. and his terse,
mechanical phrases fell like lead upon her
heart. ..- " '
The jury retired to agree upon the verdict,
and an interval of tedious waiting ensued.
Major Lyndhurst was earnestly desirous of
persuading Evelyn to leave the Court, prom
ising to return himself to learn the result of
the trial, and Immediately bring her word,
but nothing could induce her to move. IL
must stay until the end" was all she would
say, in the mournfully resolute tone he knew
so we'll and finding argument hopeless, he
was obliged to yield to her will.
What al agony of doubt, of alternate hope
and fear, racked her breast in that dreary
halfhour-for it was no more-though it
seemed as if hours must have elapsed while
she sat waiting there. Presently the door
opened, and the jurymen once more came in.
The final moment was at hand. She held her
breath to listen, as the momentous question
was asked
"Gentlemen of the jury, what verdict do
you find for the prisoner2' -
And like a death-knell to her hopes, sound
ed in her ear the dread response
"Guily." ...... ..
The room seemed to swim round. Some
thing more was being said, but she could not
take it in. 1t was the judge voice, but it
sounded far off and confused, as in dream,
or place where echoes were answering each
other in every direction. Then suddenly the
necessity for forcing her attention occurred to
her, making her bring her thoughts back, by
an almost superhuman effort, from the point
they had wandered. The last closing words
sounded frightfully clear and distinct, amid
the universal and breathless silence which
prevailed, as the sentence was being pro-.
nounced, on which hung Julan's fate.
1t was the sentence of DEATH
There was wild, despairng shrek, which
rang through the courtroom, piercing every
heart to the core, with the shrill anguish Of
its woe. Then Evelyn's insensible form was
borne in her fathers arms from the room.
closely followed by the trembling Rose. The
prisoner had. apparently, not ventured be-
fore to look in the direction Of his wife, but
at that cry of despair he turned, and stretch
ing out his arms toward her, uttered her name.
1t seemed, for an instant, as though he must
break through every barrier, overcome every
obstacle, to follow her. Then as the door
closed upon her, his extended hands dropped
at his sides, his head sank upon his breast,
and with a white, rigid face, he turned and
was led away. 4 ,,u.., .uj s'.-..- =.
i, How Evelyn got through the rest of that
day, and many successive days, she never
knew. A sort of stupor possessed her, blunt
ing her senses to the reality of her position,
and casting merciful veil over the ghastly
spectre Of her woe. AT last, however, a mes
senger came, bringing her permission to visit
her husband. Her father, though inexpressi-
bly, dreading the effect this interview might
produce upon her, dared not, nevertheless,
refrain from Informing her Of the message,
which he did through the medium Of Rose
The result was electrical. She sprang up
with renewed vigor, her cheeks flushing and
her eyes kindling with eagerness, and with
trembling impatience began at onceto prepare
for the visit She was soon ready, and her
father, having procured a carriage, placed her
in it and drove her to the Jail. .-.s. -.,. ..
A few moments more, and she stood in Ju-
lians presence. The door closed upon them,
and with one low cry she sprang toward him,
and was locked to his heart. There was a
long silence, for at first neither of them could
find utterance, and that mute embrace seemed
to express, more fully than aught else could
have done, the yearning to which they could
give no vent in words. .( ......... '...
Evelyn" said Julian, at length, as he led
her to seat" had dared to hope for a hap
pier meeting than this; but Gods will be
done. I am inexpressibly thankful that I
am at least allowed the privilege of seeing
you again. And I have reason to believe
that your visits here will be permitted, from
time to time, until -" : .."
He abruptly broke off his sentence, and
looked long and earnestly into her face. ,
"You are pale and worn, my love. Have
you been i'll p he anxiously asked. ..:
She shook her head. "Don't ask me about
myself, Julian. l don't know how have
been. Everything around me now is confused
and unreal, and sometimes think | am 60
ing wild. I wish the end would come-for