Weekly expositor. (Brockway Centre, Mich.) 1882-1894, 1893-10-20
CHAPTER XVI.

Inc trial winch nau lurnlSneu the
whole country with gossip was over.
The coroner's inquest had been pre-
viously held on the drowned woman.
and the verdict had been 'Wilful
murder"
The case had been tried at the Lynn
Mavis assizes; and despite the elo-
quence of some of the shrewdest coun-
sci in England Sir Carlos Carew had
been found guilty and sentenced to
death.
The golden ha'r of Lady Carew had
turned white from the anxiety and
suspense she suffered. She
had made superhuman efforts
to sa her son; but they
were futile. During the dreadful or
deal Lady Gladys had been more than
daughter to her. She never lett
Lady Carew. never wearied of her
passionate grief. Night and day the
burden of the sorrowing mothers cry
was My son, my son
Those were days terrible to bear.
| No sound. save the hoarse sound of
! the waterfall, broke the silence in the
grand old house The servants came
/ to ady GLADYS for their orders; she
saw TO everything. 1t was she who
when John Waldron came at Lady
Carew's request stood by her side and
helped her to tell the horrible story
1t was she who went TO Hiram West
and babe him, in words he never fOr-
got begone. 1t was she who chose
the spot where Maggie was buried and
followed her to the grave. 1t was she
who wrote cheering loving letters to
the prisoner and babe him be hopeful
Now it was all over and he had to
die.
II must see him. " was all his
mother said. when she was carried,
more dead than alive out OF court.
The few faithful friends who stood
b. her anxious to help but power
less told her she should see her son.
She tried TO comfort herself with the
thought she should say good by
to him. to her son who had lain on
her breast and to whom Sc had de-
voted her life.
What dignity is like unto the dig
nifty of sorrow! People made way for
the gentle lady with the beautiful face
and white hair as though she had
been a queen. No one ever forgot
what she said when she was leaving
the court.
"Gentlemen, the law may say what
it will but ] maintain that | have
killed my son. l have slain him by
my indulgence. by my cruel kindness
by never opposing his wishes. 10y
giving him every thing he desired by
never teaching him self-denial or self
control / have killed my son, and
the stain OF his blood is on my hands,"
Sir Carlos had but three weeks to
live. Lady Gladys never knew in
the after years how she had lived
through those terrible days through
those long nights. She heard ever
that one wall MY son, my son! If l
could but die for youl" Through the
great desolate rooms up and down
the broad staircases the pale. patient
figure wandered, ever with the same
cry. My son my SON.
One night Lady Carew seemed to
sleep more soundly and Lady Gladys
who since the trial. had insisted on
sharing her old friends room-worn
out with sorrow and watching slept
too. She must have slumbered for
some hours for when she awoke Lady
Carew was not with her. She came
back TO her room after short time
and the young girl asked in fear and
trembling where she had been.
Il have been wandering through
the state-rooms, " was the reply, land
/ thought Lady Blanca spoke to me.
Do you remember? Oh Heaven. let
me for one hour forget"
Lady Gladys tried to soothe her but
she did not see what Lady Carew held
so tightly clasped in her hand.
In the morning letter
came from Sir Carlos. praying
his mother to come and see him
on that day. and containing the
necessary permission from the COVER
nor of the Lynn Mavis prison.
Il will go with you to Lynn
Mavis, " said Lady Gladys. land wait
for you in the governors rooms. II
Carlos will let me see him, tell him ii
will be the only happiness left in life
for me. ~
They drove over to the prison that
morning. 1t was noon when they
reached the gloomy Jail, which stood
outside the town. Tho governor re-
ceived the ladies with all respect.
Lady Gladys went TO his rooms while
Lady Carew was led to her sons cell.
The customary precautions were
taken. IL was seen Lady Carew had
nothing concealed about her person.
and then one of the warders took heI
into the cell.
At last she was in the presence o
her son, and his face frightened wher
he saw her.
Ever true and faithfulr' he cried
TO her. oh love like no other lover
, The cruel grating stood between
them. She laid her pale face agains
the strong bars and tried TO speak Il
him. The warder standing by saw
that she was weak and trembling