Lancaster daily intelligencer. [volume] (Lancaster, Pa.) 1864-1928, 1889-08-03

fairness that gave the prisoner every
opportunity Of justifying himself. Un-
fortunately his manner told against him.
His answers were hcsitating and some
times confused; and as little by little links
of evidence, 50 trifling that at first they
scarcely seemed to bear upon the case,
joined themselves together till their
united strength formed q chain strong
enough to hang man, he seemed to give
up, with but little show of surprise, all
hope Of setting himself free. He had
scarcely expected TO bc convicted, though
I've knew that his peril was great; but, in
his ignorance Of what trifles can do in
building up circumstantial evidence, he
had imagined that they could hardly find
proof enough against him to hang him.
Tho things that told most against him
were that letter and revolver which
was found lying hidden in the under
growth near the body. TWAS proved TO
bc his by some men who had often seen
him with IL. II happened that he had
given his revolver to Tom Cairncs rs
part payment of debt, and unfortun-
ately the matter had been kept quite
private. Rcdfern Churchill had been too
much disturbed at finding that woman's
handkerchief. to make search for any
thing else, and he had not seen the re-
volver as it lay under tuft of fern.
There was no one to prove that he had
given it to Tom Cairnes, and he knew
that his word was not believed. As he
saw how small were the things that told
against him, and thought how easily
they might be gathered up against an
other, he became altogether silent, and
finally declined TO give any more reasons
why he should not be hanged by tho
neck till he was dead.
Outwardly, though very pale, he pre-
served stoical indifference. Ncwen-
ham, watching him with keen, anxious
eyes, caught every now and then
glimpse of quivering muscle, OF sud
den glow of hot life blood in the still, pale
face, which betrayed inward trouble. He
could not guess that il was some thought
of Elaine which stung his friend, that
every now and then he could not help
bitter longing that she should have given
him one sign of understanding before all
came to an end. But she had hidden
herself away and left him 10 his fate,
without one look. When tho trial was
over, however, he seemed TO have become
really quiet.
at can't be helped" he said. "After
all'-with faint smile parting his lips
-'I should have been an awkward rela-
tion."
Don't talk such confounded rubbishr
cried Jack Newenham, savagely, the un-
nf In, IA h
roughuess. How often he had thought
that himself, when contemplating the
circumstances of his future brother-in-
laws life as connected with his own.
''But never mind about me" Churchill
went on with touch of impatience. II
want TO speak to you about Violet" His
voice faltered, but only for moment.
"There is no one who can help her like
you. Tell her what you like--only not
the truth. That would half kill her.
But il she knows nothing she will learn
Mt last not to look out for or expect to see
me again. After all shall be only one
of many who disappear without word or
sign and she will learn to be happy with
you and forget"
Violet's lover promised, feeling that
after all it was best. Why should her
innocent, loving life be tortured by such
knowledge as this?
1t was strange that neither of them
thought of the other sister, who was u
brilliant woman of fashion. She had felt
her brothers disgrace bitterly, and had
shown it, having grown almost to hate
him in the selfish and hard pride of her
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as it gave her rank and position in the
world of fashion.
There's another" began Churchill
again, flushing dull deep red. "She'-
Tho word had scarcely left his lips
when the door was suddenly flung open
and "she" appeared on the threshold.
For few moments she stood looking
blindly about her. Then suddenly the
confusion of objects, waving dimly to
and fro in what seemed blood stained
mist, cleared, and the underlined forms
grouped themselves into distinct shapes
At the farther end of the room, discuss
ing the matter with Quaker Joe, who
had managed to elude the vigilance of
his better half and slip into the room,
were the jury. A few yards nearer 10
her were the other two men, gazing at
her with startled eyes.
There was something about the whole
scene that told her it was all over. To
the end of her life she could have de-
scri6cd the strange pale faces of the two
near her-every pose of the judges
every detail of the room, disordered by
hats and coats lying about it, and seats
Iica tho Ind npna,r
ance of Quaker Joe, who in his excite
ment had rubbed up his stubby hair till
it stood on end like hedgehog's bristles
She took a step forward into the room,
! all turning TO look at her She opened
her lips, but she could only utter sharp,
! low cry, that seemed to freeze the blood
of every man in the room. They were
men who had faced death in many
| shapes; but there was not one present
who would not rather have faced it once
more in its most dread form than have
heard such cry again.
Let me speak to him" she whispered
at last, in a husky voice; but in the hush
that had followed that cry the whisper
reached every man in the room.
With one accord they moved towards
the door, treading softly past her, not
once glancing aside at her, as she stood
there, like some white ghost, in their
midst. The door closed gently behind
them, and she was alone with Redfern
| Churchill.
He--though still stirred to his souls
depths by that cry, the meaning Of
which hevaguely understood
himself first, and stepped slowly towards
! her.
This is not fit place for you" he
said gently. "Why did you Gomez
"Wby did / Gomez she echoed, her
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