The diamond drill. (Crystal Falls, Iron County, Mich.) 1887-1996, 1894-07-14

broken. With determined energy it
presses forward until liz eramped out
lines are slightly relaxed as the over
taxed aisles are reached. number OF
stalwart bailiiis, in the gruif fashion
their Office has cultivated, are iostling
the throng at the street entrance and
forbidding further admission. Clerks
and stenographers are elbowing their
way through the packed aisles or hurry
ing into the room by one entrance and
out by another, preparing themselves
Tor duty soon 10 follow. A row OF re-
porters, at their table, are busily en-
kaged, prcincing the notes Tor their
I'stories" Of tho proceedings. At length
"A door opens. A spare man, well adj
vanced IN years, with thought-contract-
ed brow and stern. dignified mien, enters
and takes the seat behind the elevated
desk. His manner fixes his identity in
the minds OF even those who have never
seen him before. lie IL Judge b.
The calendar il taken up and, after n
hasty examination, "a bailif receives the
order to open court. Tho command is
executed and silence follows, broken
only by the rustling OF papers aud the
suppressed converse OF attorneys ut the
long table before the judges bench.
Such was the scene in the court room
on the morning the trial Of Jack Mars
den for tho murder Of +. II. Wescott was
instituted.
Bring in the prisoner" commanded
the court, directing his words to bailiif
at his right, after the case had been
called.
The officer arose and left the room
through u door directly behind the
prisoners dock. In few moments
the door was again thrown open and,
guarded by n bailiff on either side, Jack
Marsden entered. His face was deathly
pale, but the evasiye lcer that might
have been expected TO attend his move
ment NJ his eyes met the sea oi upturned
faces, was not there. His handsome
dark eyes did not contain that subtle.
defiant fire that 80 frequently bears wit
ness to the identity Of murderers, but
were filed with frank and coniiding
lght-a faithful! portrait Of the nature
they reflected from within. He was calm
and collected and advanced TO the pris-
oners dock with steady step. He was no
sooner seated than tall, stately gentle
man left the attorneys table and APP
preached the dock. Bending over Mars
den, he said in suppressed tones;
keep up your courage, young man.
I've got some good news FOR you. The
young doctor you spoke To me Of"
Remington" Marsdcn interrupted.
Eyes. lie called Mt my Office n few
moments before left and told me "A
strange story. lie says that he did not
believe that Wescott was choked To
death Mt the time the affair happened
and that To satisfy himself on this point
he distracted the body from the vault
and has since been studying the post
norton symptoms. Now, lac claims
that death from strllngulation will pro-
duce modification about the mouth and
nostrls within IA few hours, while, in this
case, despite the intense heat, no symp.
toms Of modification have yot appcared.
lie IL ready to testify as nphysician that
Wescott was not choked and that il the
theory the prosecution proposes to es'
tablish by the circumstantial evidence o
Layton. We can trust this fellow, Rem.
ington, can WEI" the lawyer concluded,
Crust him in nything," Marsdon re
sponded.
"John Mars,len, stand up, command
cd the Judge, before reading the charge
The exhaustive legal iormalities were
then rccited, embodying the charge, ant
tho court concluded with the customary
inquiry;
"what do you plead; guilty. or, mo-
guilty."
mot guilty." cume the answer in frn
tones.
Marsden resumed his seat and agaiI
lifted his frank eyes To the mass Of spec
tators whose gnze had been riveted upon
him. From face To lace, he attempted
TO read the sentiment there impressed
as the tedious process 81 summoning Q
Jury progressed. What cold, yictimiz
ing stare was the nyeragel No anxious
faces, no demonstrations even OF pity o.
doubt were evident. Could eyes convict
Marsden WIS condemned 10y all--sav'
one. A he glanced hurrieily about, hi
eyes fell upon familiar form. IL WIS I
young woman, attired in costume O
deep mourning. A heavy veil had beef
lifted from her iace, hut her features
we're buried in the handkerchief she hel'
In her hand. Was IL Nan? Yes. A
that moment she raised her swollen eye
to those of Jack. What volumes oi sor
row, Of pity and OF love that look con
veyedi Where now the influence OF th
sullen stars of the rest OF that might.
Gathering Those shining stars no clou'
could hide. In their loving light wa