The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1899-12-31

mist drops as they formed on the leaf
less twigs and splashed irregularly
on the roof, and the wisp-wisp of the
doctors cleansing their horrid tools
breathing on them and hooking at them
close to the light.
Then all suddenly we heard on the
kirk b-ae the ordered tramp of feet
coming nearer, and presently the rattle
of arms grounded without There was
hoarse bark of command, and Umph-
ray SPurway opened the door at sign
from the quiet, gray-eyed man. He
simply looked up from his papers, nod
ded. and so dropped his head again to
his task.
So there, in the dim cleaning of the
morning. We saw company of his
majesty's foot guards standing at at
tention across the path. looking spruce
and brave in the gray light from the
east Another word of command, and
they separated. wheeling right and left
with sudden clash of announcement, and
10. there, between the open leaves of
the door. with an armed soldier on
either side of him, stood Philip STAINS
field. my father.
Then, in the little kirk of Moreham
and within the walls of the narled ma
sonry. befefl a scene to wiring a heart
of stone. There was no pitifulness of
appeal about the expression or attitude
of Philip Stansfield. He stood darkly
silent. blackly handsome as ever, and
save that his complexion was mot.led
all over with patches of grayish white
amid its tan, he looked much as had
seen him in the change house.
But behind him were the two buxom
women, Janet Mark and the other
whose name did not then know. their
rosy cheeks turned CHASTITY white and
the strong drink dead within Them.
Philip Stansfeld stood forward and
/ apart with a certain Dridefulness,
black and bitter scorn lowering on his
brow But the two women kept weep
ing and bewailing. their fate. wringing
their hands and calling heaven to wit
ness that they were wholly innocent
of all evil intent.
To The several coners CT Janet Marks
apron there chung a child, the first be-
ing that little Anna whom we last saw
on the kirkvard. wall at New Min. be-
tween US AMI the stars. AT the other
side a boy year or two younger. When
first 1 set eyes upon the BARN got a
start. He had exactly the face l was
accustomed to see in the glass wnen
was sent to comb my hair-the same
broad brow, hooky nose, the black halr
worn short and coming to sort OF
widows peak in front. When / nrst
saw him 1 was in fret that might be
allowed to play with him, but after
while began to think that l might Eot
like II SO well.
Moreham kirk, as remember it that
morning, was indeed a CHASTITY and I'M
holy sight. The chill, yellowish hgnt
was coming reluctantly from the east,
mingled with the blue river mists INTO
a kind of unwEoles,0me Ereenness-iike
that of dead mans face.
The candles on the little PLATFORM ny
the eUathed corpse began TO Durn low, |
guttering in their sockets and dropping
sideways unregarded. The white wrap
ping sheets and the earth stained mort
cloths, the Outrageous, abhorred IN
struments of probing and SESSION
above all the swathed formlessness on
the bier-what wonder that cried Out
and besought Umphray Spurway u
take me away.
But the Englishman, on the contrary,
put an arm about my neck and iatteu
me on the shoulder. lifting me on d
stool, and assuring me that Snortly
should be needed
wondered whatothey waited for IN
the growing light. Save the gray-eyed,
keen faced man, all in the kirk. chlrur-
geons and ALL were blue with cold
MANY of them were, indeed, shaking
like leaves caught on goSsamer COD
webs on an autumn morning; then al
a sigh the two guardsmen, VINO STOOD
gripping Philip Stansfield by the wrist'
brought him quite to the front beside
the face of the dead, and at the same
moment the gray-eyed man turned
in1o the precentors desk with his pa
pers in his hand-as / thought, just ike
a minister about to dispense the ele-
ments on sacrament Sunday.
Il demand to know why L am brought
here?" cried the prisoner. in a deep
voice. You shall answer for this. who
he II =
that l know the law. Whatever be tho
charge against me 1 cannot be tried
here without summons or warrandice.
You are not to be tried" said the
man with the gray eyes, looking direct
" at the prisoner for, the. first time I
..At whose instance. then, am l APP
pretended and held for examination"
That you will know soon enough" ]
Il demand to know now. / see not ,
here either procurator fiscal or por- 1
.eous roll If am well advised, only |
he next of kin to the dead or his ma ]
esty's advocate in. person can prose- I
ute on a capital charge. l myself am
lext of kin
And / have the honor to be his ma :
esty's advocate said the gray-eyed !
nan, nodding over the black oak desk
ike an eagle upon a mountain peak be-
ore he launches himself upon the s
quarry in the vale &
The women set up a shrill cry of ut I
most fear, and Philip Stansfield started 6
Onward as if to break through his s
guards, and all in that little kirk could /
lear his teeth grind convulsively to- /
,ether But in an instant he had COM
,letely recovered himself. t
II charge Umphray Spurway, cloth h
weaver, and John Bell, minister, with a
he murder of my father. Sir James o
tansfieldi" he cried, turning him about r
o where we stood. These two were il
he last seen nj his company. They
lone knew that one the day of the C
eed he carried a great sum about with S
i'm, being the rents and mails of all A
is New Milns property. They alone b
made him drunk in the change house of c
ames Brydson, as with hine eyes I n
aw and can prove by many witnesses. r
hen accompanying him home. they il
murdered him at his own fireside at n
cad of night and cast him into the L
iver." s.
The kings advocate, whom I now b
now to have been Sir James Dalrym- A
lie of Stair, listened to the young mans Il
arangue with his head a little to the
de. b
Enough of this, You observe no o
reliability or even uniformity in your Il
he answered, sharply. 81 t.
barge you, Philip Stansfield. and these Il
vo women, your accomplices, as art n
nd part in the cruel murder of your a
lther, Sir James Stansfield of New n
[ilns. And now 1 will proceed to make
scognition with regard to the facts" 81
At this the two women set I'D a h
nd and desolate wailing, but as be- 81
re, Philip Stansfeld grimIy commend nj
himself so that villain he | Fl