The Saint Paul globe., 1899-04-30

counsel, while he occasionally. referred to :,
document he held in ms hand.
Something was wrong evidently, and the
strained silence of intense anticipation per-
vaded the whole court, till the magistrate
turned, and in his ciea-, grave voice inti-
mated to the jury that there would be no
hearing, as the case against the accused had
fallen through.
During the last hearing Of this case,
have been called upon to take the dying
dispositions of Giulio Mazettl, the abScondirg
valet Of the hitherto accused who met with
an accident when OIL his way to the court
this morning, and is lying at the Uni
versity College Hospital" he said. turning to
CaStlema1ne, who was leaning forward ca
gerly, his pale blanched with a sudden hor-
ror, and. then, amid breathless silence, read
the following:
"T, Giulio Chudleigh lawful son of the
Duke of Craymore, and Of his wife, Marga-
rita, alias Giulio Mazetti, valet to Philip Cas-
tlenlaine, now charged with the attempted
murder of the infant son of the Duke of
Craymore, do hereby swear, my dying
oath. that the accused is innocent Of the
crime imputed to him, end which I did ny
self attempt to commit on the night Of the
Goth Of June, during the absence of my mas
ter, and do hereby declare that the accused
has no knowledge whatever of the attempted
crime, OF of my own identity, but whom I
have all along deceived into the belief thar
| was IlUllO MaZetll, nOIneleSS 1tdHdE.
whom two years ago, he found starving in
the street, and received into his service
| Here the magistrate paused, glanced to-
wards Philip, and continued quickly: the
rest is immaterial TO the case, being simply
the details of the attempted crime, cause ard
excuse mixed up with family matters that.
disclosed, might prove painful to the meI;i-
bers of the noble family connected with this
distressing trial, and 1 shall therefore re-
serve for the discretion of the very honora BILE,
chivalrous and kind hearted gentleman,
whom I rejoice to say, with feelings Of iE-
tense pleasure and satisfaction, feelings that
know are shared by all present, will now
leave this court without a stain upon his
character"
! Then there arose to the ceiling of that old
dizzy court such cheer as had not been
heard for many day, and the usher made no
attempt to silence Instantly Castlemane
was surrounded by crowd of beaming faces
as he made his way out of the court and his
arm almost wrung from it's socket; but there
was response. His manner, hitherto SO
composed, almost Indifferent, was distress
ing1y agtated as he shook off the friendly
hands of his friends, who fell back instinct
| lively and let him pass by.
In the lobby he met the family solicitor
hurrying in with a grave face, who silently
placed a telegram in his hand. Castlemaine
perused it hastily, handed it back without
idly away.
The telegram was brief and ran as follows:
''Wreckage Of English yacht bearing the
name Syren, and understood to have belonged
to the Duke of Craymore, who sailed from
Lisbon on the 10th, and has not since been
heard of, washed ashore at Ushant. Sup
posed to have fouEdered with all hands in
the recent cyclone off The French coast"
Thus had retrbution, at whose slow foot
steps men ofttimes snoff and loose their faith
in the justice of the Great Judge overtaken
the proud man in his sin at last. Avenged
| the woman whose trust ne had BETRAYED by
taking from him his acknowledged child, ere
! it called him before The Great Tribunal to
answer for the silence of eighteen long years
for of old, was it not written: "He shall
bring every secret thing into Judgment
whether it be good, or whether it be evil"
and whatsoever a man soweth that shall he
reap"
! Half an hour later Castlemaine was bend
ing over Giulio Mazetti in the accident ward
of the University Hospital while the other
side of the bed surrounded by the huge can
vas screen, the house surgeon and sister stood
looking gravely on, and at a short distance,
notionless a statue, the detective, with
folded arms, kept his guard over the man
whom death would soon deliver from an
earthly bar.
"Ah, signore, I knew you would not fail
me-" whispered Mazett family, his hand
clasped in his masters strong grasp, and a
look Of ineffable contentment in the white,
sad face and great pathetic eyes looking up
at the strong, proud man bending over him
as tenderly woman.
"Alas! my poor fellow why did you not
trust better? I would have helped you
towards your rightful place." was the mourn
full reply, all of compassion and regret.
The Italian smiled.
NAY, signcre that I knew, and that Is
why was SILENT he said his eyes lifted to
his masters face with that pathetic dog-like
devotion that made the sight of the onlookers
DIM Then he added quickly: "Signore have
YOU read NV confession?