Lewiston teller. [volume] (Lewiston, North Idaho) 1878-1900, 1891-12-03
DARK DAYS.
ny HUGH CONWAY.
,uArrER Xv.--CoNTINU.D.

CHAPTER NN.--NONTlSC.,D. 80. I
., o,,,s no further than those two.words.
.o a.'n in the court! Order In the conrty'
"nnn,sd so sternly and fercely that she
~ n,,t loses her presence Of mind. She
~ si,ors she hesitates and glances helplessly
lm a",,nJ I seize the moment. By sheer force
a' sras, her back to her seat pray her by
w love she bears me to wait in silence, /
". ~. the veil over her face to hide it from
a .ns hundreds of curious eyes which are
VIZ upon it,. While so doing, hear thu
s saarn mandate, Turn that person out OF
court" ..
-, the order in force, believe that Philip
p pa would have resisted, and once more at
itamn,ed to asser the prisoners innocence
and her own guilt--if 1t was guilt Fortu-
"atey the policeman who draws near US to
"srry out the order is my friend Of the morn
;no who mad accepted my gold. It may be
m this account he favors us. 1t may be,
rvhen monentary disturbance subsidies,
ond the perpetrator does not seem bent up
Nv repeating it, that the expulsion Is not in
sisted upon. 1t may be that Philippa's &C.
costing the Judge was looked upon as sole.
o;sm brought about by the excitement OF
weak woman who was in some way connect
d
SCENE does sometimes occur; and perhaps,
If he repetition is guarded against, q hu.
nnnely-minded Judge will not deny the Of
fendpr the sorry comfort of seeing her
friends tr' to the end. Perhaps the Judge
who this day presides is unusually good-na-
Tired and easy-going. Anyway, our friend
IL polceman does not carry out his instruc.
lions. and the court resumes its business.
Bu, many curious looks are cast at the
yelled woman by my side. notice that the
hawk-faced Mrs. Wilson turns in her seat,
and looks always at us; and, strange to say,
Inotce that the prisoner In the dock is still
staring fixedly in our direction. The police.
men take him by the arms; face him round
toward the bench. Once more the solemn
question, Are you guilty, or not guilty" is
asked.
short excited pause. The prisoner an.
rswers Well know what he says, although
he speaks So family that do not hear his
voice. Strange to say, his answer seems to
create considerable agitation. People who
are near to him look back and whisper to
those in the rear. A barrister turns in his
seat. and stares in dumfounded way at a
gentleman behind him. This gentleman
rises I'D fussily, and bustles round to the
dock where for minute he seems to be ell.
raged in earnest conversation with the pris.
oner. The latter shakes his head sullenly
and hopelessly. In an apparently highly.
excited state, the gentleman whom rightly
Judge to be solicitor for the defence, hurries
back. whispers to the barrister, and seems
by his gesture to be washing his hands OF
some responsibility. &@
( What does it all mean? Why do they no,
60 on with the trial? The suspense is grow.
ing more than can bear. Hush! The Judge
speaks.
The excitement is spreading through the
court. In spite of the warning looks of the
authorities, people are whispering to each
other. The judge Is speaking earnestly to
the prisoner. He seems to be explaining
something, counseling something. Still the
man shakes his head sullenly. What does
it all mean
Mean! The next solemn action: the next
solemn words Of the red-robed judge answer
my question. and tell me that thing has
come to pass which never entered within
the range of probability. Or have beer
asleep? Has the trial been gone through
and the worst, the very worst, happened
No, five minutes ago pulled Philippe bacl
to her seat and forced her to withhold hel
damning words. Even now my grasp Is OF
her to prevent her from rising.
Ha! Look! The judge places square o
black silk upon his head. The prisone
covers down. He would fall, were it moi
for the arms which support him on eithe
SIDE A rustic Of intense feeling RUM
through the court. Men catch their breath
women's eyes are distended. The sensation
seekers are rewarded. Hark! The 1udg'
speaks can hear him plainly now, al
though there is deep emotion in his voice.
Prisoner at the bar, you are guilty, D!
your own confession, of an atrocious, cold
blooded murder, the motive for which
known but to yourself and your God. Flo
me only the painful duty remains
Guilty. On his own confession! The maj
guiltyi The man to save whom we hav
travelled night and day-he the criminal
Philippe, my peerless Philippe! my wife
my Lowell Innocent! Innocent! This-thl
revulsion of feeling is more than human M
ture can bear!
Order in the court! Order in the court
What is it? Who is 1t? Only woman In
dead faint! She is borne out tenderly, 10,
ingly, proudly, by man who clasps nj
precious burden to his heart full OF sue
rapture as few of his fellow-creatures ca
ever have known.
But let it also be hoped that few have eve
endured such grief and anguish!
CHAPTER XVI.