Morris tribune., 1881-02-03

Clotilde's soft eyes sparkled with appro-
val. He fancied he could hear her whisper
in his ear, go on!"
Well, appetite, they say, comes with eat
ing. Young Monsieur vantose warmed up
to the work. Though appearances, he
pointed out, are sometimes deceitful, was
there ever so clear case against man as
there was before them? F
He glanced toward Clotilde, She was
hanging upon his words; gratifed smile
played upon her lips. NE
MonsieurVe continued. He became
warm--even heated-in his eloquence.
But he was interrupted by Monsieur Van der
Linden.
The Demosthenes of the bar had noted
with jealous rage the entrance of Clotilde,
and her tenderness for the prosecuting at
torney. He determined to show her that
she had made grave mistake in her choice.
So he listened with keen anxiety until an
opportunity presente itself for an objec-
ton, and then launched out into q virulent
apostrophe against the opposing counsel.
The crowd, which had followed these wheels
within wheels, concluded that the first act
was still on, and applauded vigorously. But
the judge, fancying that he saw in this a
feeling against his future son-in-law, called
them to order, and reprimanded them Sc
verely. Then he proceeded to rebuke
Monsieur Van der Linden for his structures
on the opposing counsel. aaea
1T is a base attempt to betray the defense,
after having taken advantage of their good
faith!" shouted the Belgian Demosthenes.
He acted like wounded boar. His elo-
quence was impetuous, furious. 1t even
attracted the attention TO Mademoiselle
Clotilde. and for a while she seemed
plunged into reflection.
Maddened with love and jealousy, the
prosecuting attorney plunged into the fray.
Now he had an incentive to additional effort.
He went over the chain Of evidence link by
fink. He pointed out the fatal incidents
that connected the unhappy jacques with
the tragedy. He drew from these incidents,
clearly and irresistibly, the conclusion that
jacques Potiron was murderer.
The crowd, always convinced by the last
speaker, was shaken in its conviction of the
innocence of the accused. The jurors
solemnly shook their heads.
"Ah, they whispered, nobody said any
thing about that before"
The prosecuting attorney continued his
impassioned hamngue. He showed the pro-
found dupGcity of the defendant; how he
had imposed on the good people of the vii
lage by his specious appearance of good
nature and harmlessness; how he had evil
IDENTITY inveigled the unsuspecting Jean
Navel to lonely spot, in order that he might
accomplish the crime unseen; how he had
then invented an improbable story in order
to escape the law. In short, he proved con-
clusively that Potiron was hardened
scoundrel, and that to cut short his villain
h., 1,o1
Monsieur Van der Linden had the closing
argument. He struggled valiantly against
the terrible arraignment of the prosecuting
attorney. He attempted to arouse the feel
ings of the Jurors for his client, but it was
useless. The mischief had been done.
His listeners regarded not his words They
even received them with mockery.
Why" said they, why does he make a
speech after having given up the cause as
hopeless? He must be mad; or else he thinks
We are"
Monsieur de Cornichon summed up the
evidence in his charge to the jury. Although
an upright judge, he leaned slightly toward
the son in-law. He would have been more
than father in law had he not done so.
The case was submitted to the jury. The
haste with which they made for the Jury
room was only equalled by that with which
they returned.
The clerk arose.
Glow say you, gentlemen? Guilt. or not
guilty."
+ Guilty, was the verdict
Mademoiselle Clotilde de Cornichon cast
a glance of mingled love and triumph upon
her lover. Her father beamed approval
through his spectacles. Van der Linden
was speechless with rage and jealousy
The crowd was delirious with joy. The
long deception which the criminal had prac-
ticed upon them made them vindictive.
The officers of the court were unable to
restrain their shouts.
jacques Portiron awoke.
He awoke to hear himself condemned to
death for the murder of his comrade, Jean
Navel. And as he listened he mechanically
undid the package which he had wrapped
in his poor, shabby handkerchief.
Extract from the journal Beige
In HYMENs BONDs.-The nuptials of Made
moiselle Clotilde de Cornichon, daughter of
Monsieur lie President du Tribunal de la Pre-
miere Instance Xavier Cornichon, to Monsieur
lie Procureur du Roi, Gabriel Ventose, were
celebrated yesterday in the cathedral, by Mon
sieur LArcheveque The match is one of un-
usual interest, when the beauty, wealth, and
family of the bride and the genius and elo-
quence of the fortunate groom, are taken into
consideration. Mademoiselle de Cornichons
family is one of the oldest in Belgium. A De
Cornichon followed Charles the Bold, Duke of
Burgundy, in his campaign against the Swiss.
The bride was much admired She was attired
as follows: ............ The newly married
pair will start tomorrow to spend their honey
moon at Paris. We beg to convey to them our
wishes for their present and future happi-
ness.
Extract from the same number:
ExECUTIoN.-This morning at four o'clock,
Jacques Potiron, convicted not long ago of the
foul murder of Jean Navel, suffered capital
punishment in the court yard of the Central
Prison. The criminal persisted in maintaining
his innocence to the last