Blackfoot news. (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1891-1902, 1901-01-30
CHAPTER VIII.-(Continued.)

II will be more than you can bear.
Come with me now"
The mothers head is bowed, her lips
form a faint mo" Then with an eff
fort she raises herself and looks stead
lily at her son, who must know him
self that his cause has been lost.
His counsel sits with bent head and
moody face. There is mystery in the
Portraven bank robbery that even he
cannot fathom, unless, indeed, the
prisoner is the hardened criminal 30
aptly described by the judge as he
Numbered out to the jury the sin OF
one law for the rich aud another for
the poor.
There is not long to wait The jury
come back to their box with their
minds made up.
GUILTY."
Every one expected it, but yet a
thrill as of horror shudders over the
crowd as the wind signs and waves
over field OF corn-a wave of feeling
that makes itself felt. Then, for the
first time. despair. dark and terrible,
| whitens the prisoners face. He hears
/ his mothers broken utterance Of his
/ name, and his eyes turn to her with a
/ passion of regret; then he nerves him
( self to receive his sentence.
Even Sebastian Saville turns cold as
he listens.
| The judge is a stern judge. and de-
| termined not to let the prisoners po-
sition stand in the way Of being made
an example Of. Five years penal serv-
itude Is the least he can give-fye
years In which this hardened sinner
will have time to repent. Before he
pronounces the sentence he delivers a
homily on the sin of gambling, the
yearly increasing sin OF betting on ev-
cry race. He points out how, in this
case, II has brought the prisoner at the
bar to temptation and sin. and finally
to the awful position in which he now
stands. And then the dreadful sen
tence-five years penal servitude; and
George Bouverie. white as death. like
a man going to the scaffold, goes from
the dock out of the sight Of his fellow
men.
His mothers eyes. dry with an ag-
ony that is fearless, gaze after him.
"will they let me see him?" she says
little wildly.
my son, my darling!"
Ay, were he the sinner the trial has
proved him to be, he is hers still. the
mother-love is his in spite OF all.
II will try and arrange an inter
view" DR.. Carter says huskily. my
poor friend, nothing l can say car
comfort you. There. there, try ant
fight off the faintness; let me take yol
into the air"
Sympathetic voices whisper, She Il
i. his mother" as the doctor pushes hi
way out through the crowd, half car
: rying Mrs. Bouverie. who feels as
her heart were breaking.
They had told her not to hope. tina
the Crown was sure OF conviction
but the hope had not died till tn
: words Ave years penal servitude fel
on her ears. Up to that moment tn
. mother had believed in some proof Q
T, Georges innocence being produced.
!. It is all over now. He has been lie
away a free man no longer. to live GU
a hideous nightmare OF days an
I, weeks and years. crushed, ruined an
: disgraced; and he had said he was in
! nocent!
v 1t is the same evening; but the glat
n bright morning has turned to rain. an
d the drops race down the windo
: panes. Sebastian Saville sits opposit
It his mother at the other end of tn
q long dinner table. His face bears a
|, expression of satisfaction. They al
l. discussing the all-absorbing topic I
the bank robbery.
1.-THE Judge charged dead again
him." Sebastian says, filling his VIII
glass. 1.-THE jury was not ten minus
: out OF their box"
:, Mrs. Saville, as usual, regally attire
in satin and lace, smiles half disagree
n ably.
"It is very fortunate 1t was all ov,
:. before Barbara's return. She will har
ly care for going on with her farce
re an engagement now"
Hardly" sneers Mr.. Saville, lea
ing back in luxurious contentmer
Even Barbara wouldn't be mi
enough to wish to marry convict
8 Then he stands up and strolls over
u the window. What wet night!
u suggest we try and forget the Bo
verie episode. What do you say to o
~ taking Barbara to London, or abroa
y or somewhere? She'll get over 1t so
enough"
"a very good suggestion" Mrs. S
VILE returns. Il am sorry for M
n Bouverie OF course, but for her U
principled son have no pity. 1t v
en- rest with yourself, Sebastian, to v
DO Barbara. l think tour on the &C
on tinent would be the best plan. Bel
ed in mourning. we could not go to a
nix gaieties, and the Court would be
'e- pressing just now for Barbara"