Waterbury evening Democrat., 1891-04-30

milk. perhaps, though their disciples
were not few. Among them, under the
disapproval of her mother and harrow
ing up the soul of the long wind-piped
Salvo, moved the mercurial Yeslit and
her enthusiastic father. Harry, too,
though giving q rather shame-faceo
approval, was brought by the skill
full Yeslit to bear like an elegant
social force in the weight of their
somewhat nauseating ministerings.
Joel said little, as was his
wont, having his eye too iutently upon
the future to be Incorporate in any di-
rection, but he furnished the carpet
from his store with which they softly
lined the jail-bird's cell. Then there
were flowers brought every day, and
books and papers, and baskets of pies
and cakes and pressed chicken, sly bot
ties of red wine from Mrs. Whitney's
cellar, white bread, yellow butter, jelly
and steamed ham, stewed lamb, picked
peaches, fruit buildings, hot oysters,
celery, fine coffee and cream; then there
were snowy pillows and sweet warm
blankets for his bed, pictures for the
wall, and bird in a fine brass cage
hung up to MARBLE in the window. In
deed, they were very good to him.
Had the culprit been female he would
doubtless have Jared more coarsely; as
it was. Mrs. Whitney laid her head to
one side again and again, and with her
mouth puckered until it quite threw her
delicate little mustache awry, she
murmured with an expression of an
gelic goodness of the poor, pale, re-
fined gentleman's suferlngs and graft
tude, and his manifold beautiful attri-
butes. Rev. Mr.. Cuttleton, too,
f,,ll tlxr
for the dear persons soul, and julius
tongue entertainment was no mean
thing, at least in quantity.
just what the man thought of them
in the 5lackness of his situation it
would be difficult to set down. Doubt
less, picturing as he must the lonely
father lying helpless in his lonely
house at the north end of the town,
and the dead girl lying under the damp
ground to the east, with the memory
of her warm blood gushing over his
hands still fresh upon him, his own
utter want of any claim upon their
kindness, and even the injustice of it,
must have filed him with something
very like contempt for their maudling
ministeFings.
When he came into court, guarded
on the one hand by the big good-nat-
ured sheriff and on the other by the
sheriff's suffering deputy, he looked
wan and old, and kept his eyes averted.
The large room, covered with mating
in the aisles and plainly painted in
lines and panels, with large female
figure blindfolded and holding a pair
Of scales frescoed on the wall behind
the judges desk, was full to overflow
ing with the populace of Openstone.
Judge Ashman, rather long person
with a thin, long head, light eyes, long,
flabby face and long and prominent in
the gastric region, presided with deal
of dignity and seeming fairness. He
was very popular with the Openstone
bar, but under his rulings justice al
ways seemed somehow very slow of at
tainment, and the law in the minds of
the people had come to figure wildly
as thing of marvellous indirectness.
The States Attorney, Judge Bower
and John EARRING constituted the pros
ccution, while Joel had provided the
best legal talent the region afforded to
defend his unfortunate accountant.
Here, as everywhere under the present
system, a competent unbiased jury, at
the same time equal to the matter laid
before them, jealous for the execution
serving judge, counsel. or either the
prosecution or defense, was scarcely to
be had. John Earling, however,
though restraining himself in courtesy
to his senior associates, insisted that
any who might feel themselves in any
sense under the feet of Joel Whitney
| should be challenged. Studying the
whole burning field as he had for
months, he felt that the case could not
of necessity free itself of Joel's weight.
His hand was upon so many men
through politics and other interests,
the still book-keeper had been so re-
spectacle factor in his affairs, and the
banker-merchant'sd deep dislike of the
uncompromising unpurchasable old
father of the dead girl, led John Earl
ing to this belief. Besides, the young
man craved in his heart of hearts that
justice might be melted out to this noise
less viper without the dead girls repu-
tation being trampled on; without
her good name being spit from uncar-
ing lawyers lips under the feet of the
uncaring crowd and left forever in the
filth. Oh. to continue her character
unspotted for her, to leave itunspotted
for her fathers sake; to keep it from
the legal butchers-block, from the CON-
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fully and eagerly made tatters of! Yet
the bit of writing he had picked up in
that red and dreadful path Maun's
lifeless body made in its progress from
the hills crest down to the stream,
held in its blood-sprinkled sentences
the well-nigh indubitable proof of the
book-keeper's guilt, the crimes motive,
and the girls blight through ignorant
innocence. How could he ever submit
it to the crowds gazeP He did not
care for himself, however much OF
night or day might stick to his
name through revealment success
or failure, but the name OF
one who had filed his being with
music lay here in murders shadow
balancing toward foul oblivion. He
felt that she had fallen, tricked
into fiowery pit through ignorance,
and that only with the coming OF
love for himself into her maiden heart
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