Peninsula enterprise. [volume] (Accomac, Va.) 1881-1965, 1886-03-27

ey on him, ofcourse; and it wasn'
But there amt a donbt but win
he's got it somewhere. Anyhow
he's having his trial now, out t
Crawford, and the chances are II
against him. We do things IL
Quick out this way" he concluded
with all air of satisfaction.
Truly, this little school teache
was strange person. Theamuse
sment had died out Of her face, ant
profound Indignation had filled
it.
She grasped his arm eagerly.
Gle did not take It'll" she said
scornfully. II know where it is
this minute. You must drive ME
out to Crawford immediatelyw
She snatched the whip from its
socketas she spoke and touched
the horses lightly.
The Crawford courthouse was
filed to OVERLOOKING. The trial,
coming as it did into the midst of
the sleepy summer days, when ex-
citements were few, had proved a
great attraction
1t Was an exceptional trial, too.
Tie plaintiff. had been unwilling to
prosecute, and had seemed trou
bled ever since at having been led
into dong so. The prisoner Wits
the most honest-Iooking of young
men, and behaved remarkably, as
an Innocent person would li,lye
done, and the evidence against him
was very slight, and purely circlim.
stantial. But in spite otthese con-
fusing facts, the vast majority be-
lieved in his guilt, though rather
against their wills-he WAS such a
frank looking fellow.
Mr.. Briscomb was sitting with
downcast eyes and a troubled ex-
preston. Horace sat, with his
head in his hand, looking weary
and hopeless, and the plaintiffs
counsel was demanding of the ju-
ry, for the twentieth time, why, if
the prisoner had not taken the
money, he had come to Crawford
upon the day of the robbery upon
an obviously trumped up Grand?
Clearly, he had come to place the
money in safe hands; his accom-
plice was probably in their midst.
The door opened suddenly and
forcibly, and a young girl, with a
flushed and eager face, came hasti
ly III. AT the sight of her, Horace
raised his head, and his face bright
ened.
She gave him a swift smile, un-
Of the astonished obser-
yers, and made her way to Mr..
Briscomb's side,
"You buried it yourself, under
the locust treew she cried, grasp:
ing his coatfront, and shaking him
a ittle5in her eagerncss. ~ saw
slee T,3ffUOufsG; DUE t,;-rr:cca--c-'r,z5
it then.. rUu C1Ine down the night
you came home with it, and dug
place under tue locust-trce and put
it imp
Poor Mr.. Briscomb started at
her in bewilderment, the spectators
looked at each other, and whistled
softly; the plaintiffs counsel looked
There was a solemn pause, which
the PLAINTIFFS counsel broke by de
handing, testify, that the evidence
of "this person" be taken in the
proper way.
But nobody seemed to hear him.
81 used to-" said Mr.. Briscomb
at last, slowly-"I used to walk in
my sleep every night regular, and
do queer enough things. But I
did think Id got over it,"
Somebody in corner of the room
clapped d Cimid pair of hands, and
the next instant the room resound.
cd with cheers of delighted crowd.
How committee of three WAS
appointed by the judge to so and
prove the young l;dy's remarkable
statement; how that committee re-
turned in triumph, and presented
Mr.. Briscomb with a small box of
deceitfillly-modest appearan,e ,amid
the enthusiastic cheers of the
spectators; how, for Il confused pc,
Rod, everybody appears to be con
graduating everybody else: and
how AlI. Briscomb drove home in
state, with the surveyor and little
school.teacher on either side ofhim.
and relief and happiness beamIng
from his good-hunored face-these
were the chief topics i'll Crawford
for a. week, after which Mr.. Bris-
combs money was forgotten.
But Horace and Ruth had sub
stantial reasons for remembering
it.
1t was Mr.. BriScomb's money
that smoothed tile way to their
marriage, Il few months later, and
that built the snug little house
they called home.-Emma A. OPP
per.