The Ouachita telegraph. [volume] (Monroe, La.) 1865-1889, 1882-02-04
CLOSING SCENE IN THE GUiTEAU
TRIAL.
waiting for the Verdict.


REPORT of the New York Sun.]
Soon after s O'Clock, and while dusk
was becoming darkness in the court
room, the jury took the case in it's own
hands. A grim-visaged bailif making
his way through the dense throng that
stood between the jury and the door
beckonsd to them to follow him. A
colored sheriff, gathering up some of
the documentary evidence, prepared to
follow, and one by one, thus escorted,
the jury made its way from the court
room into the consultation room over.
head. Judge Cox, after they had gone,
leaned over the bar and conversed
quietly with one or two lawyers. Mr..
Scoville and Mr.. Reed, the prisoners
council, chatted with one or two of the
audience. Judge Porter sat silent,
while Corkhill made the only OfdciOus
| exhibition by gathering together the
documents and papers with which the
tables were streWn.
Guiteau sat in the dock for five or
six minutes, like statue, after the jury
had gone. It was too dark to see his
] features, but those who stood near him
said he was muttering something to
himself. He finally looked up toward
the Judge and tried to get up, but he
the officers who guarded him thought
he was going to break down. At last
he said in a weak voice, unlike that he
has used to interrupt the proceedings,
that he would ike to be taken out of
the court into the Marshal's Office, and
Judge Cox consented. Two bailiffs
took him one by each arm, and he was
led through the throng, his head bent
over, his eyes upon the floor, shutting.
along until he got out of the court room.
In the Marshal's office he was seated in
chair in the corner, and when one of
the deputies spoke to him, asking him
! how he felt, he replied in a tremulous
voice that he was anxious to have it
over, it wore on his nerves very much
waiting for the jury to come in. He
would not say what he thought of Judge
Cox's charge. Fifteen minutes, per-
Cox decided to give a recess for half an
hour. AS soon as the crier announced
this the audience began to converse in
loud tones. Women held dainty sand
witches in their fingers, and there was
the fragrance of freshly cut apples. The
whispering became murmuring, and
the murmuring chatting. Everybody
who had seat kept it no one would
give up his place. CorkhilI, the Dis
trict-Attorney, was a picture in panto-
mime. His round head bobbed back
and forth as he whispered to this or
that man, and he threw off some of the
official dignity which routine has rem
dered heavy for his shoulders. Some
body passed him red apple. He put
on the look of one insulted, and knocked
it on the floor. Mr.. Scoville stood like
Il statue with his arms folded, while
Mr. hn foil xsr~ !, lox
yer, sadly shook his head, as if in an
ticipation of a verdict.
Within ten minutes after the recess
had been taken the jury called to the
bailif in waiting that they were ready
with their verdict. They were informed
that a recess had been taken, and that
Judge Cox had left the court room, so
| they remained in their room until the
court renssembIed. The rumor that the
jury had agreed was quickly spread
from one to another, and an excited
crowd surged back into the court room.
First in the procession of actors in
the drama came the prisoner with quick,
nervous step, and as he seated himself
in the dock the light of Il solitary can
die fell upon his face and disclosed its
more than usual pallor.
Not a tremor of the limbs or a move
Hleht VI llC IuuSclcS Vi tHS 1NCc was
observable as he threw back his head
and fixed his gaze upon the door
through which the jury were to enter.
Judge Cox took his seat, and the crier
called, "Order," and the jury at 5:35
filed slowly into their seats. Every
sound was hushed save the voice Of the
clerk as he put to the foreman the usual
enquiry, "IIave you.agreed
Clear and distinct came the reply,
awe have"
"What is your verdict, guilty, or not
guilty:'
"Guilty, rs indicted"
Then the pent up feelings Of the
crowd found expression in uproarous
demonstrations of applause and APP
proval.
"Order! order shouted the bailiff.
Mr.. Scoville and counsel for the pros
ecution were simultaneously upon their
feet. Mr.. Scoville attempted to address
the Court, but the District-Attorney
shouted
"Wait till you have the verdict COM
plete and in due form Of law"
Order was at length restored, and the
clerk, again addressing the jury, said !: