Waterbury evening Democrat. [volume] (Waterbury, Conn.) 1887-1895, 1891-01-30


TIE sun was shining brightly, and the
day promised to be warm.
The sheriff was busy returning his
subpnnacs. which were many. Helen s
lawyer had subpenaed host of wit
nesses to support her good Character.
while Mothers Tartrum and Grundy
were on the side of Arnold, ready to
swear they never thought her as good
rs she ought to be.
The hairy mole on Mother Tartrm' s
chin seemed to tremble with indigna-
ton when she saw 50 many 'who had
alters thot her nice gal"
Judge Arnold was also busy his
short whiSkrrS elevated to an almost
horizontal position. lodging about from
the sheriff to the attorney for the State.
Now he whispered some sage advice to
the attorney, thHn he ran back. to the
sheriff, then to the attorney again and
Familiarity put his arms about his neck
to draw his ear down, while he whis-
pered that mysterious something. Then
the attorney would nod, smile and feel
BATTERED. What all this hob-nobbing.
Whispering and smiling was about, no
one could fell.
"What time y the case set for,
Squirrel" Judge Arnold rt last asked.
aloud.
"Tcn o'clock" answered that impcr-
turbablc di%nitary of the law, without
looking up from his writing.
Ten o'clock came, and the sheriff,
who had gone after the fair prisoner,
entered with her. Mrs. Bridges ac-
companicd her. Poor child. you shall
not go alone" the good woman said.
The Lord is very good to me in my
Affections" said Helen, drvotrdly. Il
shall not be alone, for he will be with
me-"
II know it. my child, know it; but
sometimes the prince of darkness
rules"
Ills rule is brief" said Helen.
"Thcy can kill this body, but my soul
is beyond their reach"
The above was spoken after the ap-
pearancc of the sheriff, with the an
noucrmrnt that it was time to take
up the ease"
Helen put on her neat little hat; Mrs.
Bridges came to adjust it for her. Her
face was pale, while one little curl in
sisted upon hanging out coqurttishly.
though Mrs. Bridges tried to cuniinc it.
''Wc'll just let it go, my dear. am
sure You look swcetar by it," said the
good woman, kissing her. Now we
are ready. Do not be excited, child.
Helen smiled, saying:
"Our natural impulses are sometimes
beyond our control. and it makes but
little difference how l look or act If l
am unmovrd it will be taken for hard
encd guilt. if tremble or weep it will be
supposed to come from guilty con-
science. The Lord give me strength to
bear my burden is my prayer.
There WAS just the least tlutter as the
fair prisoner entered.
A crowd of village loafers came pour
ing into the court room. The case had
caused considerable comment, and
brought more than the usual crowd of
lookrrS-On to witness it.
Mr.. Layman bcckoncd his beautiful
client to his corner uf t!.> court room,
and the hairy mole on Mother Tar
trum's chin again trembled, I'D with
Unsurpassed indignation she espicd
the curl on the broad, white brow.
1.-The shameful thing she's tried to
make herself look purity she whis-
percd to Mrs. Arnold. Guess they'll
cut her hair off when they get her
thar"
Helen's lawyer consulted with her n
few moments, then decided to hear the
States testimony, and, perhaps, waive
further examination. They would be
better prepared for a criminal court
trial. if they heard the testimony of
the State here.
"Wcll, are yc read.??" asked the JUS
tice.
Miss Halle Arnold was called. Her
red face seemed redder than ever as
she ''stood up to be sworn" The oath
was administered by the justice in his
usual slow, solemn manner, and she
took the seat set apart for witnesses.
Helen sat by her attorney, with Mrs.
Bridges on the other side holding her
hand.
II never did think much O. that Mrs.
Bridges" said Mother Tartrum, chow
kin she set by the side o that thing, an
her thief ?"
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