New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1885-07-08

my way, filed with fiery indignation
AGAINST some one, / knew not whom
I asked to see Louis employer, and he
received me In his private Office
My husband has just been arrested, !"
I said. Can you tell me what for?"
4 BE calm, madam, he may be wrong
" suspected; but as things stand now
it looks as though he is. guilty of-of
appropriating large amount of our
/ funds"
I sank upon chair; my Louis, the
best man the sun ever shone upon,
guilty of stealing! The world was
slipping away from me, it seemed. The
man in compassion handed me a glass
of water, reiterating that it might turn
out all right after all.
II thank you for telling me, I said,
"but it is to come out all right, for the
best man that lives is not more inno-
cent than he is Can you tell me where
they have taken him."
/ He told me, and [ went there and
found my Louis again. I staid with
him as long as they would let me, and
then went home, My friend next door
came and begged me to spend the
night with her, but would not, so she
staid with me. [ am sure that was
the most dreadful night ever spent
No sleep come to me. My Louis was
in prison. These awful words rang
through by brain continually. The
clock striking the hour struck out the
words, Louis is in prison" The
trans coming in shrieked it out on the
chill night air and told the world my
Louis was in prison. Even the little
cricket in the wainscoting piped out all
night long, Louis is in prison"
went to Louis in the morning. My
kind neighbor and other friends went
his bail, and he returned with me. I
could keep up no longer, then,. and
Louis tended me. He never left my
side, and there was no smallest atten-
ton that could be paid to me that be
omitted. He petted me like a child,
but kept my bed for several days, so
great had been the shock. Then grad
ually the horror of that night wore
away, and / went about the house again
as usual.
If Louis felt troubled he concealed
it from me, and he spoke so confident
" of everything coming out right at
the trial that at last believed it would,
too. We had not many weeks to wait
for the trial. Then again my love was
prisoner at the bar.
, AS listened to the array of evidence
against him my heart grew sick with
J fear. [ wondered how I could have
been so hopeful; I wondered how he
could have borne up as he did through
all those weeks. His attorneys did all
they Gould for him, but the attorneys
} for the prosecution drew closer and
Z closer about him chain of circum-
stantial evidence that I felt it would be
almost impossible to break.
1t was almost over. The counsel for
the defense had finished his eloquent
appeal. The counsel for the prosecu-
ton had made it appear quite plainly
that Louis was guilty. It only remained
for the Judge to charge the jury, and
then-t then the fearful sentence.
! So this was life. O, how long ago
| seemed to me the time when Louis and ]
| laughed sojoyously at every little thing.
, It was not two months ago, but it seemed
years, ages.
It was very still as the Judge arose
| and he did not speak just at first In
that pause slight disturbance at the
door was distinctly heard. Then a
woman and little girl came timidly
! up to me. It was Donna and her moth
; er. The mother whispered to me, and
in turn told our counsel what she said
Then he arose.
"Your honor, we have new witness.
This little girl claims she knows who the
} real culprit is, and [ bescech you to let
; her be examined" Her objections
} were interposed by the counsel for the
prosecution, which were promptly over
ruled by the court, and Donna was placed
upon the stand.
"You won't let him go, to jail?" she
said, appealing to the Judge. "He
didn't do it. I know who did it, but
I've been sick, awful sick, but we
didn't have the scarlet fever either.
didn't know nothing about it till
now, but I knew all about it weeks ago.
knew all about it the night it was done.
That is the man who did it"-pointing
, to the junior partner OF the firm, who
laughed scornfully, but whose face later
, on as her story progressed became livid
with terror.
An angel from heaven could not have
looked more glorious to me at that mo-
) ment than that pale, hollow-eyed red.
[ haired child.
r Then she told it all in her quaint, il.
literate way-how she was passing the
| store the night she had been spurned
2 from our door, and by the light of the
, lamp she saw her father approaching in
drunken frenzy. Afraid of blow ii
he should recognize her, she slipped
! into the dark alley and crouched down
in the shade of large packing-box I'M
! til he should have passed by. She hao
. been there but minute when two mer
t camc swiftly up the alley and stopped
= so near her she could have touched
them. They were the junior partner
!, and his accomplice, one of the clerks.
3 "This is what he said," she went on
taking a slip of dirty paper from he
a pocket. He whispered, but I heart