Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1892-06-01

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He walked on until he reached the
top of the little hill. where he could
lo0y down upon the roof which COW
cred the piteous scene he had just
left. Here he seemed to have half
mlad to turn back, for he aesitated
and stopped; but he changed his par
tial intention after lingering a mo-
ward, with the exclamation: "Wal,
some women do best the ID
amaZin'."
OF course, everybody came to the
trial. The arrangements were soon
found to be altogether too meager.
Pitblado's shed was filled to overflow
ing, and Bagget made a clean sweep
of every empty box in his store.
AntoniO's lawyer, a sharp-eyed,
sharp-featured fellow from Galveston,
had bustled about with surprising
agility on the day previous, holding
mysterious conferences with lll-con-
ditioned fellows of Gueldo's kidney.
The court was assembled, the jury
had been chosen, and the witnesses
were all present save one-Blake's
widow.
Pretty soon there was a stir at the
door, then a murmur OF surprise ran
through the crowded room.
"May l be ID" said Jake Smith,
audibly, ''if she isn't brought her
bob!"
What reason she may have had for
not leaving the little thing in charge
Of some sympathizing woman-and
there were plenty who would have
been glad of the trust-was not ap-
parent. However that might be,
there it was, clasped firmly in her
arms, its bright red cheeks contrast
ing with her whiteness, and its
fathers sunny hair mingling with her
dark locks
With some difficulty way was made
through the throng to her seat, which
had been placed on one side of the
Judge, directly opposite the candle
box, on the other, where Antonio sat.
She took her place and never moved
during the whole OF the trial, except
ing as she was required to testify, and
once when the baby tugged at some
glistening thing that lay hidden in
the folds Of her dress, at which she
took pains to distract its attention
with a chip from the floor AS for
the baby, it sat there with its big
blue eyes open to their fullest extent,
entirely absorbed in the novel scene,
save at the moment when that ir-
resistible glitter caught its eye.
EunrU mi oil
went on in good earnest. A number
Of witnesses were examined, whose
testimony showed that Gueldo had
had trouble with Blake, and more
than once threatened his life; that
Gueldo's pistol was one charge empty
on the evening Of the day of the muir
der, whereas in the morning it had
been full; that he was seen that
morning around Blake's house, and
more than that, Blake's widow had
heard GueldO's voice just before the
fatal shot, and had seen him retreat
ing as she ran out.
AT this last point the Galveston
lawyer asked the witness a few ques-
tiOns regarding how she knew it was
Gueldo's, and how she had recognized
the voice for his. She didn't know
exactly, but was none the less sure
for that.
There had been Tumor about that
some one had heard Antonio make a
boast Of "having done for Blake this
time" but if there was witness for
this, he could not be found now.
And so the prosecution closed.
The Galveston lawyer began by in
yolving in a whirlwind OF helpless
contradiction the witness who had
sworn to having seen Gueldo near
Blake's house. Then he expatiated
On the ease with which one person
may be mistaken for another, and
brought witnesses ts show how Gueldo
had already been said to resemble
some one in the village. Finally he
produced three of the i'll CONDITIONED
fellows before referred to. who swore
that AnUonio was with them on a
hunting expedition during the whole
Of the day on which the murder was
committed.
1t was a clear case of alibi. Jack.
Smiths astonishment at the ease with
which the thing had been accom-
plished was unbounded. He threw
disgusted lCok toward Pitblado, but
the Judge was nonplussed and didn't
seem to be interested with things in
Jake's vicinity.
Gentlemen of the jury" said he,
'the trial took a turn 1 didn't alto
gether eXpec'. don't know as there's
much to be said. L s'pose you've got
to go by the evidence, an that don't
need any explainin'. Ef you kin
make out, accordin' ter that, that
Antonio Gueldo killed Jem Blake,
why, jest recollect that's what yer
here fur"
Jake Smith f1dgeted about on his
box and cast anxious glances through
the open door toward the clump of
nopals where the jury was deliber.
ating.
Antonio talked and laughed in an
undertone with his counsel, and
Blake's widow sat staring at them
with compressed lips and strong ex-
preston of determination coming into
her face.
1t wasn't long before the jury filed
in again, all seating themselves but
the spokesman, and Judge Pitblado
rose, wiping his forehead with his
shirt sleeves
Strengthened it out, hev YEP"
asked he, nOdding to the spokesman
The man nodded in return.
Eyer seS." said the spokesman,
with hesitating and disappointed
air, ''ef yer hadn't a-corralled US with
sticking ter the evidence we might "a
done better, but accordin' to that
Antonio wasn't thar when the mur-
der was done, an eff he wasn't thar
he couldn't "a done it, an eff he didn't
do it, why-then-of course he's-not
guilty"
Pitblado didn't dare-to look at any.
body, he stared up at the rafters,
down at the table nowhere I'm mar