San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1891-02-14

seemed TO sparkle ana threateningly ne
gard him.
"The law, }" murmured he, 1.-The law
the lawv
And he read anew the Summary befor
him, the black, sprawling scratches acros
the white page, declaring Anne Bed
condemned to six months imprisonment
for receiving stolen goods"
Meanwhile the leadep ventilator had
| 1uickeaed its pace and spun turousiy.
| Outside the wind had risen, and now 1t
shook the widows, whistled through
| the crcyices and seemed to hiss remorSe-
les>ly about the ears OF the gaping
crowd:
The law, yes, the law is the lawv
The head Of the president bent affirm
atively before this importunate voice;
he dropped his eyes and touched the bell
for the tipStatt.
Accompany Anne Bede," said he, "to
the house of the inspector of prisons"
The man bowed, the child turned obe-
diently, bat her little rose red lips
opened and shook tremuiously, as If
words were on them that she cOuld not
speak.
perhaps, my child" said the presi-
dent, noticing her distress, perhaps you
have still something to say to us,'
"Only-that / am Lizette, Lizette
Bede, NJ. le President Anne Bede was
my sister, and We buried her, poor girl!
a week ago"
""Twas not you, then, that was con-
demned and sentenced" cried the presi-
dent, surprised.
"Ahi bon Dieu, mol Why should ]
have been condemned who have never
done harm to fiyT'
Then why are you here. mad child
that you areY'
because, il you please, 1t Is because
Ammo died while this business was be-
fore the royal table" (the lower court of
Hungary 1T was when she was lying
in her coffin all cold and white that this
order concerning the six months arrived,
certifying that she must submit. Oh!
how she had waited and prayed for it,
and tried so hari TO live to receive it.
She had never dreamed of this, NJ. le
President, aud when they had taken
her away with closed eyes, mute and
deaf for ever. my mother and told our
selves that we must repair the wrong
she had dono because of her fiance, Ga
briel Karioney. 1t was for him, and
without knowing it, that she sipned,
and we thought
What, my child?"
That TO let her rest peacefully in her
mortal ashes, and that no one should say
she owed them anything. that we must
do Is I eaid-repair the wrong done by
her. My mother has paid the amende
for the goods, and l have come, NJ. lie
President, to serve in her place the six
months in the county prison"
To serve in her sisters placel
What innocence, what simplicity!
The Jurors smiled broadly; the face Of
the president was no longer cold or cere-
monious, nor was it precisely his brow
from which he mopped the moisture
with large yellow handkerchief
at is well" said ne; "you were right,
my chill, but-but, now that think Of
it
He stopped, frowned, and seemed TO
reflect intently-"now that l think Of
it," continued he, there was an error in
this affair. We have. my dear child,
sent you the wrong document"
The wrong document. N. ie Presi-
dent?" faltered Lizette. raising her great,
sorrowful eyes to his face with gaze Of
heartbreakiug reproach. tho wrong doc
ument:"
She could say no moro, and the presi-
dent himself was no less moved.
The wrong document, my child, yes.
said he firmly, rising from his seat 10
tenderly pass his hand across the shining
hair, beyond there"-pOinting 30 the
heaven above them through the mist
yelled window-"Justice has given an
other verdict?
go now TO thy mother and tell her
from me that thy sister was not crim-
inal-that Anne was innocent"
Before God, at least, added he, in
tone only audible to his own great heart,
before God, at lpAst!"-Trauslated for
Short Stories from the Hungarian Of
Mils7rsth by T. c. Waggener.
New Mode q Engraving.