The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1899-08-26
Conduct them into court"


rear end of the court room, where he
knocked on the jury room door.
In moment more his voice resounded
through the room as he cried: Make way!
Make way for the jury! Make way. Make
way!
A space was opened, and down through
IT, with the sheriff at their head, marched
the twelve men who, through one word of
their foreman, would consign Robert
Campbell to the galows. At least, so ex-
pected vast majority of those present in
the court ROOM
The jury filed into the box, and each
man stood facing the judge.
There was a solemn look on the faces
of these men that caused a shudder to
pass through the frames Of doting moth
err, loving sister and the bereaved daugh-
ter of the late banker, whose heart was
in the keeping of the prisoner at the bar.
1T is all up with him. thought Her
man Craven; nor thought he so alone.
The judge turned solemnly and faced
the jury. Gentlemen of the jury, have
you agreed upon your verdict"
We have" responded Foreman AL
bright
What say you? Guilty or not guilty p
Every neck was craned forward. Every
eye was on the lips of the foreman. Would
he never speak?
All his lips move.
we find the prisoner"
Hold. Hold! Make way! Make way"
Every attorney leaped to his feet.
Even the judge stood erect on his stand.
Make way! Make way!' and strong
arms were forcing n passage through the
throng from the main entrance OF the
court ROOM
The prisoner, at the sound of that voice,
regardless of the sheriff's deputies, had
leaped to his feet and standing erect, the
first object that met his gaze was the head
and shoulders of the great Southern detec-
tive. towering above all others.
Make way! Make way!' And in an
instant more three men marched within
the railing of the bar-or rather the fore
most one was thrust within by the hands
of the detective, who followed.
This foremost party was of goodly
frame, being fully six feet in height. He
was clothed in a fashionable suit Of steel
gray, diamond stud glittered from his
white shirt front, heavy gold chain hung
pendant from a button hole of his vest,
on his head.
His eyes were black and piercing, and
a graylsh mustache adorned his upper lip.
On his thin lips was a scornful smile and
his features were livid with either the
emotion of hate or fear.
His gloved hands were before him, held
there by iron shackes, and one hand of
Scllars rested upon his shoulder.
The detective appeared as calm and col
iected as though he was at his home dand-
ling his boy upon his knee.
All eyes were fixed Oh these two figures,
and none noticed the frail looking man
who. leaning on a stout cane, had followed
in the wake of the detective.
The quick eye of Selars had scanned all
cOuntenances, but now his gaze was rivet-
ed on an object of terror that had arisen
in alarm to its feet at the first sound Of
his voice, but had sunk back to its seat
with Il Groan when the handcuffed form
had been thrust within the railing.
The object of terror was Herman Cra-
ven. He sat, covering wretch, with the
pallor of death on his face, and his wild
eyes gazing on the features of the man
acled man.
a dead silence had succeeded the en-
trance of the three men within the bar.
The judge, who had been lost to his sur
roundings, now recalled himself to the du-
ties before him, and his ire was apparently
aroused.
What means this unwonted disturb
ance of the proceedings of this court,
Lang Sellars?'' he demanded, in q loud
voice, with his eyes fixed on the detec-
tive.
1T means, your HONOR came in deep
tones from the lips of Sellars, that this
jury shall be saved from the disgrace of
pronouncing an innocent man guilty of the
foul crime of murder-that this court shall
be saved the ignominy of condemning to
death one whose hand has shed no blood
1t means that this wretch who you see be-
fore you is the murderer of Alvin DeRo-
sette."
\ glad cry escaped the lips of Robert
Campbells mother: Saved! Saved. NV
boy is saved,' and mother and daughter
were weeping in each others arms, while
from his box the arms of the prisoner
were cast about them.
Who is your prisonerT' demanded the
Judge, who appeared astounded at SeIlars
statement.
stephen Abbott, a Baltimore gambler
C. \. Stephens, a travelling man-Ste-
phen Craven, the father of the president
of The Cape Fear Bank the covering
wretch seated there, who was his accom-
pliCer'
Its false, It's a lie! A wicked l,ev'
cried Herman. Il never saw the man
before! Robert Campbell murdered nv
dear uncle. l caught him red handed in
the act,.'
A scornful smile parted the lips of Ste
phen Craven as he glanced contemptuous
ly ut his son.
Here. your honor" exclaimed Selars.
rs a bag of coin-twelve thousand FIVE
hundred dollars in gold.' and he laid it on
the desk before the clerk. If you will
read this missive, you will learn how l
obtained it,
Let the clerk read it aloud that the
counsel may hear also" said the judge.
Sellars handed the letter to the clerk.
who read as follows:
Baltimore, Nd. Sept -. 1857.
Dear Herm-Read efrusion below and
comply by first express. ] am hard I'D,
and can delay no ionger-Your Dad.
Up one pair of stairs, then pass in a door.
Under the red brick the chimney before,
Where sits a young maiden in tears and
alone,
| left that behind that caused me to grcan.
Use very great care in removing the same
And send its equivalent TO a man with
three names;
Then have no delay, but make heiress
your wife
As soon as you can after ones lost his life
Since one direct blow made you a rich
man,
You must not forget the villain who ram
For the letters that bind US are stronger
than STEEL
And danger has fed if your lips you will
seal.
Two nights in a garnet and one on the
road,
With shot bag behind, was a very big
load
| guided the blade of the sheath knife,
you see,
And now there's a fortune for both you
and me.