Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1883-09-05

the pale face that fronted me in the
looking-glass was hardly recognizable
for my own. I went down to breA kfast,
filed with foreboding of some ms 'rt-
une-bad news in my letters-I !
not what.
The maid entered with the letter-bag.
"There," said my wife, passing me a
letter on which was the l.. postmark.
"That breaks your dream, John"
I opened it hurriedly. 1t was from
the agent, requesting me to meet him
at L. that day at 1 o'clock, to arrange a
difficulty that had arisen in the per
Torrance of his contract.
I was intensely relieved. Here was
an opportunity to go to L., and, per-
haps, the very fact of going would put
me right There were two fast trains
to L. in the morning, but I decided to
go by the first, regardless of the fact
that I should have some hours to wait
So I found myself shortly in first.
class compartment, speeding away to-
ward my destination.
The carriage was full. Pipes exhaled
their fragrance, newspapers were
turned and fattened, and there was
that leisurely kind Of morning CONVEX
sation that prevails among men going
off by an early train to their days work.
I soon discovered that I had fallen
among party of barristers, and their
chief topic was peculiarly interesting
case which was to be finished to-day
| that the L. assizes.
He must sum up against the prison
err" said gentleman with a fat, ford
face and long sandy whiskers, who
wore light overcoat and shepherds
plaid trousers. "The defense was a
complete failure, and deserved to be"
at was certainly rather audacious,"
returned a clean-shaven young man
with a. double eye-glass, who sat oppo-
site me. "But I don't like circumstan-
tial evidence"
"All evidence is more or less circum-
stantial," answered he of the ford
complexion; "and this man is as clearly
guilty to my mind as if there had been
dozen witnesses to stand by aud see
him do the deed. That's my opinion,
Haywood" and the oracle disappeared
behind its newspaper.
Feeling glad to discover any topic
that would divert my thoughts from
their gloomy forebodings, I addressed
myself to Haywood, the young barris-
ter, with whom I had slight ac1uaint-
ance.
"You seem much interested in this
trial that is going on" I said. MAY
I ask if you are engaged upon it?"
"No," he answered. But it is a
curious case. A mali, Gle I: n :sed
from his employment, is s""1.,'.i e
numbering the cashier of the = '''. no
evidence against him is entirely Ca cum-
stantial; but the defense broke down at
the most critical point, and the case
certainly looks very black for the pris
oner."
The train was now slackening speed,
and there was a general rising. I rose
too.
Are you going to get out here?" said
Mr. Haywood, opening the door as we
glided into the station. @Have you
come down SO early on business?"
Ye-es," I said, wishing to good
ness knew what the immediate bust
ness was. " Nothing very urgent,
though" added, half to myself, as I
got out.
If you have the time to spare you
had better turn in and hear the end of
the trial." said Haywood. "The court
will be crowded with ladies, no doubt,
but I can smuggle you into corner"
Not knowing what to do with myself
for the next two hours, I accepted the
offer with gratitude. I was soon seated
in an obscure corner of a dingy, i'll
lighted, ill-ventilated courthouse, which
would have been ill-smelling, too, had
it not been for the scent waited from
the numerous ladies who we're present.
One of these, buxom female obstruc-
ton who ought to have known better,
was just in front of me, and blocked my
Wow with an enormous bonnet. could
not see the prisoner or his counsel, or
even the clock over his head, at which
the people were looking eagerly as the
hour fixed for the recommencement of
the trial approached.
Al last there was stir and hustle,
caused by persons invisible to me, then
call for silence, and, after few pre-
iminaries, the summing-up commenced.
I listened the more intently because