The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1879-09-30

| question:
"Great heavens, Bill, what do you
mean Y'
Answer my question, please"
He died within six months"
How did he die p"
" His body was found In the mill l-pond
and II was always supposed that he fell
In"
Very good. And now, Ned, when
does your trial come of'p"
" In two weeks"
" Now, must leave you, but have
hopes that you will be cleared. / will
do my best.'
" 1 ain sure you will, Bill.u
But what do you mean about Law
yer Greyp"
"Never mind; you'll know soon
enough"
1t was night when the detective quit
ted the cell In which his friend was con-
fined. Having ascertained the where
abouts Of the residence Of Lawyer Grey,
lie walked slowly In that direction, In
tending to survey the premises.
Why he did 30 he could hardly have
explained, but he had an idea, and he
determined TO work IL out
Having arrived opposite the lawyers
handsome residence, he looked about
him as well as the darkness would per-
NIT. AS he was standing In the darker
shadow of some trees he saw the form
of man dart quickly forward and enter
the house.
must gain admittance to that house
by hook or crook" muttered the detecs
tive.
The two weeks that intervened before
Ned Harrington's trial passed away rap
idly. Strange to say, the detective had
disappeared, and nothing had been seen
or heard from him.
If Mr.. Ferguson felt any misgivings he
did not mention the fact. Some strange
influence urged him to trust the officer.
He believed that there was deep plot
somewhere to ruin Ned. 1t was we'll
known to some persons that detective
was upon the ground, but few knew
where to look for him.
Still, the merchant feared that in spite
of all his caution, the detective might
have met with foul play. In no other
way could his strange disappearance be
accounted for.
At length the day of the great trial
arrived. The courthouse was thronged
with eager people. 1t was with the
greatest difficulty that the officers could
keep the aisles clear.
Ned Harrington, pale and careworn,
sat in the dock But there was no look
of guilt upon his face,a and his eyes never
faltered as he gazed upon the multitude.
Mr.. Ferguson and his family were there,
sitting near the prisoner. Mr.. Ferguson
gazed anxiously over the sea of faces,
hoping to see the detective. But he did
not see him, and his heart sank. How
could he hope to see the prisoner go forth
free man ?
The lookout was indeed dark.
Ned had many friends present, but
they had lost all hope.
Near the witness-stand, among other
laborers, sat a. rough clad miner. 1t was
nothing strange to see such a man there.
There were many such men in the viii
lage every day, and this man seemed to
excite no particular attention. But his
interest in the trial seemed to be intense.
The counsel for the State, young and
rising lawyer, opened his argument for
the prosecution, and as fact after fact
was brought forward, the doom of Ned
Harrington seemed sealed.
Lawyer Grey was called to the wit
ness-stand, and he repeated his story
with terrible distinctness and pre-
cision.
The counsel for the defence now
opened, but it was simply an elaborate
argument, the principle feature of which
was the prisoners previous good char
acter
He was a smart young lawyer, and he
did his best, but he had no facts to
present. He recalled Lawyer Grey to
the stand, when the miner asked per-
mission to question him.
Certainly,my man if you know any
thing about this case, let us hear 1t by
all MEANS" answered his Honor.
"The crime was committed upon the
night of the 25th of July, wasn't it2"
Yes"
eat about 10 o'clock at night"