Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1886-12-14
CHAPTER vi
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BhbOtHT A FOCUS-
The day had seemed long to the prisoner
in Milldale Jail, although he was cheered by
the society of his mother, who spent al. the
time the authorities allowed in her sons
gloomy aparl ment. 1t was a sight to see
the brave hearted old lady sitting opposite
her son knitting couvre-ried of soft Shet-
land wool, and preten ing to be as comfort
abe and as much at her ease as if she were
in her pretty drawing room at South Ken
slngton. Not by so much as CULVER of her
lip would she allow herself to belray her
anxiety. Her heart was as heavy as lead
yet she contrived to smile, and Kept up a
cheerful flow of small talk about the past
and future-church affairs, the schools, the
choir
But even with this consoling company the
dark wi ter day had seemed long to George
Garfield. He was feverlshly expectant Of
news from Grandchester, and when none
came he fancied that his friend, his lawyer
and the police had alike laied in their
efforts to let in light UPON the my Stery of
that nameless girls death.
And il the day emei long. what of the
dreary win er night, when Imagination, ex-
cited by strange circumstances and strange
surroundings, con Jured up the horrors of
criminal triai-tne crowded court, every
creature in it believing him George Caul-
fed, tie murderer of a helpless girl. He
saw the chain of circumstantal evidence
lengthening out ink by link. and he could
have no power to sunder those links His lips
would be sealed.
And then involuntarily there broke from
his lips cry of anguish:
He is brought a lamb to the slaughter,
and as sheep uefore her shearers is dumb,
30 he openeth not his mouth"
He had spent feverish night, given half
to wax illness, half to appalling dreams.
He had rs n and dressed himself as soon as it
was hit. and now he sat waiting YEARLY for
some sign from ths outer world, some cheer
ing me sage, some word of hope 1t was
only two days since the Vicar of Freshmead
had left him, yet 1t seemed ages
Harkl was not that the CHEEKY voice he
knew so well, the fu vibration of tones that
came from power III lungs, the Gear utter
ance of a man accustomed to address mu tt
tudesf YES, it was Leworthy's voice. as
suredlv. ana that cheerful tone SHOULD belong
to the bringer of good tidings
He sat with his hands clutch ng the edge
of his pale. profoundly agtated while the
grating key turned in the loca and the
heavy eel door moved slowly back Then
the vicar rushed into the cell and grasped
his hands. and la d his hand upon his fore
head in loving benedc ion.
God bless you, my dear bowl You will
not have long to stay in this wretched hole
The maa VINO brought that poor creature TO
the station l. arrested; he came here by the
train tray eed in He Is now in this iail.
There will be post mortem to-day. the in
quest will be reopened on Mon ay instead Of
on Wednes lay next, and the evidence then
produced will prove his guilt and your inno-
ccnce"
"Thank Coll" CALCULATED George Caul-
field and then he fell OF his knees beside the
prison bed and poured out the rapture of
his soul in mr. yer and thanks giving.
When he had fini he'd that oceless PRAYER
he sat down quie ly besids his friend to hear
how the vicar had done his work and how
completely he had succeeded.
"Up to last nj ght the evidence against nv
gentleman was only speculative" he said,
when he mad described all that had happened
in B'iargate and at Parmiuter; @but last
night the polio, contrivei to bring matters
to focus Once having got clew, they
worked marvelously we'll. They got hold Of
half a dozen photographs of this Mr. Foy,
who had been vain enough to get himself
Photographic l, at different times, by all the
eauhg photographers OF 0ranuCneSter.
Provided with these, they went the round of
the chemists shops, and found where my
gentleman had bought poison. They traced
him from lodging to lodging, till they found
him. two years ago, living in the outskirts
of Grandchester with a weakly, nervous
wife, whose description correspondent ex-
acHy with that of the weakly, nervous
sister at Parminter. They obtained a
photograph Of this young woman, which
had been given by her as parting souvenir
to the landlady; and this portrait Mrs Mott,
the Parminter charwoman, identified as a
likeness OF the o-called sister, This was
bringing things to a focus wasn't iti' in
quirei the vicar, giving his young friend Q
ferocious dig in the ribs.
Decidedly"
"They were brought still closer this morn
ing thanks to my advertisement for miss
ing young woman in a Rob Roy shawl
This morning an elderly female appears at
Messrs. Brockbanks. solicitors-your solicit
tors, you know-and tells them that she
keeps small public house in Water lane, q
narrow street leading to the river and
within five hundred yards of the railway
station, and to her house came q young man
with an ailing young woman in . plaid