The new Northwest. [volume] (Portland, Or.) 1871-1887, 1878-05-24

. he had been a fiend incarnate.
"Don't mention it," I said, rising,
while my knees smote together, and my
heart thumped aloud. "He's the father
of nv children, aud my lawful hus-
band. will sacrifice myself for him."
"But immolation upon his altar will
do him no good, and will worse than
cruelty you"
"PH save him, or die trying" / an
swered, as though the words would
choke me.
"Is this the restaurant where Mrs.
Grey is boarding %" asked my husband,
addressing several men at the table
nearest him.
at is the restaurant that Mrs. Grey is
keeping, and l am here, Gerald, said,
extending my hand, and gazing timidly
into his eyes.
"Who set you up in business ." he
asked, bluntly, and in a loud voice,
which caused look Of CONSERVATION to
settle upon the face Of every man in the
room.
"AIr. Lillienthal. The same gentle
man who set me to going in San Fran
CISCO"
81 thought so, by -."
All, reader, will spare you the repe-
tition Of that blood-curdling oath, and
the volume Of blasphemy that followed
it.
All, me,
"But I had to do something, Gerald
Don't make a scene here, please. See
what splendid venison steaks Judge
Downy has brought. But for him we
should not have been supplied with
meat for our supper"
Judge Downy! lie here?"
"Yes."
"THlmderg
"Your husband is under arrest,
madam" said the Judge, advancing.
"The officers are here already, sir"
turning to my husband, "and the better
way for you is to submit quietly. You
shall have an impartial trial"
"But tell me, Judge. What has my
husband done? Nothing criminal, I
hope"
Accused Of killing a prostitute; that's
all. No doubt he'll be all right. You
just remain calm, and we'll do the best
we can for him"
may be a very wicked woman, and
sometimes fear am, and you may
agree with my opinion when tell you,
patient reader, that could not help a
feeling Of quiet satisfaction over Judge
Downy's revelation. In my soul I
knew that the dead woman TO whom he
alluded was none other than she Of the
coal-black eyes and cream-blonde hair
who had lured my husband into a gam
bling den and won from him my hard
earned money. did not stop to con-
slider that his wrong was paramount to,
or even greater, than hers. I did not
care to remember that she would never
have harmed him had he but kept him
self alOof from her presence. I only
realized that she was dead, and could
now triumph over me no more.
The officers the Judge had indicated
came forward and seized my husband
by the arms.
Suddenly I felt as though l were a
mighty general, whose mandate it
would be impossible to Withstand.
"Release my husband!' / said, in n
voice that had in it the presage Of an
ominous hush. "Men, are you cravens,
that you dare not spare me to the father
of my children for just minute, while
ask him one little question >"
Leave them for a moment" said the
, Judge. "Clear the room, and let them
have an uninterrupted interview"
"Stay, gentlemen. ! want you all Ia
remain where you are. My business is
not private"
With this they resumed their seats, as
though glad Of the pretext.
Gerald, my husband, stood before me-
, his eyes cast down; Gerald, my pool
crippled boy, crept behind me, fright
eued and sobbing; Ethel, my baby.
? clung to me and screamed. ] verify be.
lieve I was the calmest person in tn,
room.
= "Gerald, I only want TO know this
Is that woman really dead ?" asked
J amid the audible breathings Of the lis
tening crowd.
D He turned his fine, full eyes upon me
I in the kindly, expectant way that ha,
e captivated me only a few short year
] ago-I was yet in my teens, remember
j, and the old fascination well nigh over
= came me. ! with the utmost difficulty
], restrained myself from falling in hi
q arms. did so need resting place.
d All, me!
d "You do not answer me, Gerald"
= 'Upou my honor, Ethel, cannot an
e swer," he replied, in a steady voice.
Another question, then. Did yo
: murder her?7
I ''You need not answer, Captain Grey
y you are not required to criminate your
d self" interrupted the Judge.
q "You will please remember that Car
d tain Grey is ny husband, and have
J. right TO know the facts" l answered
IS firmly. "How is it, Gerald? Did 70
J. murder her? ?n
y "Etlcl, / did nOtg'
g Iknew my husband had spoken truly
is How knew it did not know, nor ca
lt / now explain. I was certain, though
se that he was wrongly accused, and, won
q an-like, was resolved to defend him,