The home journal. (Winchester, Tenn.) 1858-188?, 1878-08-08

they had received an intimation that the
day for his trial had been Iset and was
drawing near, and he must prepare to
face his judges with all the recourses of
his mind. The old man was delighted
that she had at last abandoned the de,
ception which had prevented her from
receiving his confidence, and poured out
to her his story, his hopes and fears
Next day she brought him news that he
was to have counsel with whom he might
communicate freely, privilege that had
been refused to the other prisoners
This was a good omen, and the old mans
heart was perceptibly lighter than it had
been for years. Next day the advocate
and another lawyer visited the prisoner,
the former parsonage being represented
by the clerk of the criminal court of
Senenais, young lawyer of wit and
learning, and an intimate friend of the
Guesdons, and the latter by young law
student, They were introduced by the
iiame of distinguished members of the
Partisan bar, with whose fame Preville
was acquainted, though he had never
met them. To his counsel he told his
story at length. They took different
views of his case, which they discussed
with warmth and many citations from
the code. At last they arrived at an
understanding and plan for the defense,
and both agreed that even il their client
were found guilty, capital punishment
could not be inflicted upon him. Mean
while they would draw up and scatter
broadcast a pamphlet, telling his story,
and thus work upon the public mind in
his favor. That night, for the first time
for many months, the old man slept
calmly, the fear of the scafold, which
had 30 long haunted him, having been
lifted from his mind.
Next morning his daughter visited him
with more good news. She had been to
ace the jurors, and found some that were
favorable to him; influence was to be
exerted on others; still others would be
bribed. At the same time the voices of
harkers were heard without the windows
crying someting in which Preville fancied
he heard his name. Stepping to the
easement, what was his delight to hear
voices calling, "Here's your
iustificatory memoir of the good citizen
Previle, the friend of the people, unjustly
accused" The cries were kept up all
day. He heard people eagerly demand
ing the memoirs, reading them aloud,
discussing his case, ,avowing his isinnocence,
The poor old man wept with joy. Feed
ing his hopes thus ingeniously from day
to day, his devoted daughter led him on
till the eventful day set ior the trial had
arrived.
The trial was held in the great public
hall, where the count-bishOps of Beau
vais had for orgeneratiOns dispensed justice.
Judges were upon the bench, and an
audience was made up of the townspeo.
pie, who idolized Nine. Guesdon, and
entered heartily into her beautiful de.
ceptiOn. Otherssurrounded the prisoner
as he was conducted to the place of trial,
bidding him be of good cheer that they
were his friends, and that all would be
well. Pale, agitated and trembling, led
by his daughter and his grandson, Pre-
vile entered the hall, when the
audience broke out into tenn.
pest of cheers and vivas to ex-
press its sympathy with him. The pre-
siding judge sternly commanded silence,
which was at last secured, and the trial
was begun in due form. Nothing was
lacking-indictment, testimony, cross
examinations, speeches, objections, ar.
guments. The prisoner was breathless
with anxiety, and over his blind old
face, all wet with tears, coursed after
nations of hope and fear and emotion.
He wished 10 speak. The Judge per-
mitted him. "I guilty of breaking the
laws of the republic" !" he broke out
excitedly. Gentlemen, if | were, what
would the august Empress of All Rus
sias say? If were, The great Catherine
would take my marble bust, which is
always upon her dressing.table, and have
it dragged through the cutters of st.
Petersburg" No one laughed, no one
indicated the improperly of bringing
out an imperial souvenir before a
republican tribunal on the contrary,
the judge praised the prisoner for his
able defense the lawyers made their
arguments, the JUICES summed up, and
the Jurors retired to consider their vir.
dict. During their absence the spec
tators crowded round Preville to felici-
tate him on the ability of his lawyers
and the marked partiality the Judge had
shown in his summing up. He, affected
with tears, pressed their friendly hands,
thanked them for the interest they
had taken in him, aud pressed
his devoted daughter to his
bosom. There were many more eyes
than his wet with tears in the crowded
hall.
But the jury comes back; there is a
great hustle of expectation the officers
of the court command silence; there is
a hush the jurors rise and return their
verdict, "Not guilty !" "He is acquit-
ted Hurrah I" breaks from all parts of
the hall, men and women Chamber over
the benches and struggle to congratu-
late and embrace bin ; there are cheers,
cries of joy and happy tears. Preville
is lifted to chair and borne home
through the garden, where at every step
he il hailed with acclamations OF delight.
All Paris surely must have turned out,
and his bearers have to implore the citl-
zens TO make way and not crush them to
death. There are flowers thrown and
cheers given, and blessings are called out
as II from the windows. So they bring
the old man home to his family, cured
forever OF the singular hallucinatiou that
had haunted him for two years and
caused him 30 much mental agony.-[N N
Y. World.
A ROCHESTER wife opened a tele
graphic message addressed to her hus
band, and read: Jenny will meet yo,
in Syracuse this evening" Then sh,
did everything that a jealous woman
could do, only to find that Jenny was
lawyer, and the message was to arrang
for consultation in an important case.
A STORY was told of a man who 20