The Chipley banner. (Chipley, Washington County, Fla.) 1893-1943, 1897-08-21
Here was q girl, probably

with grievance, raj or fancied-it
was not for him TO plead that grievance,
and his learned brother had not thought
proper to advance 1t. She waited for
the wounded man on Sunday after
noon when nobody was about-probably
she reckoned on being able to walk of
unseen-and she attempted to murder
him. Nothing could be more clear; she
had made no defense; she refused to
take advantage OF the power to give
evidence on her own behalf; she had
nothing to say; her counsel would plead
nothing but posslble-and very i'm
probable-accident.
With that the counsel sat down, and
the Judge summed up. He, too, had
nothing to soy In favor OF the prisoner.
1t is difficult for person to speak who
refuses to speak, or to let others speak,
for herself.
The jury, without leaving the box,
found the prisoner guilty OF stabbing.
During the trial, there was another
sitting in the body Of the court beside
the solicitor for the prisoner. Another
girl, evidently friend Of the prisoner,
for she was in deep distress, and sat
with her handkerchief to her eyes near
ly all the time, But the prisoner
showed no sign of any emotion. When
the man whom she had stabbed went
into the box she looked up curlously;
after that she remained perfectly still;
her head was bent, her hands were
| crossed, her eyes wore raised; she re-
celved her sentence, and she walked out
Of the dock afterwards with the same
| apparent callousness. 1t was the other
girl In the body OF the court who, when
| the Judge concluded, shrleked aloud,
and fell fainting on the floor.
Mr.. Harry Stoke walked quickly
away. This was the end of that roman
| tic episode into which he had crammed
| all the passion OF which his heart was
| capable, and oil the treachery and VII
lainy Of which mankind at large Is capa-
BILE. Probably in his boyhood he had
read of great monsters-men whose
place Is low down In those fearful rings
OF fame and boiling pitch and devilish
| tortures-of whose sufferings and pun
| ishments one reads with equanimiJy.
| Well, he himself had become even as
| great villain. That mans heart must
| be as hard as the neither milestone, who
could thus send to felon's prison tho
| girl whom he had loved and betrayed,
to whom he had promised SO much and
lied SO foully. But he went away
bravely, with quite color in his cheek;
handsome young man, as some OF the
women In the court whispered to each
other, and no doubt abomina bly, treated
by the wicked, impudent, designing,
murderous wretch who had now re.
ceived her reward, which richly she de-
served.
The counsel for the defense walked
across Fleet street to his chambers In
the Temple, accompanied by friend
briefiess but without envy.
Il was thinking, Jack-"he said, but
stopped.
$50 was l." said Jack.
Il was thinking" he began again
THAT it Is a beastly shame to loci
up such pretty girl for seven years."
yes, poor wretch. Why wouldn't the
girl ask any questions2 Why did she
refuse any cross-examinaton2 Why
wouldn't she allow me to ask what the
row was about2 Did you see her face,
Jack? 1t wasn't murder in that face,
my friend, 1t was pride. She never
meant to stab him. The only question
she would suffer me to ask revealed the
truth-what had the fellow done? They
say he's the son OF a rich city man, He's
villain, Jack: he's villain. And he's
cur. Jack; he's cur. Well, the girl
| had the sweetest face. She let that fell
low say what he pleased-she was too
proud to defend herself. Oh, he's VII
lain; he's villain. Poor child! hope
they will be kind to her. But she's got
to come out again, and her life is ri.
ined."
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