Lincoln County leader. [volume] (Toledo, Lincoln County, Or.) 1893-1987, 1902-02-07


pass through the frames of doting moth
er II 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 verdictY'
I'VE have" responded Foreman AL
bright.
What say you? Guilty or not guilty?"
Every neck was craned forward. Every
eye was on the lips Of the foreman. Would
he never speak?
Ah his lips move!
I'VE find the prisoner"
Hold! Hold! Make way! Make wayw
Every attorney leaped to his feet
Even the judge stood erect on his stand.
Make way. Make way!' and strong
arms were forcing 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
frst object that met his gaze was the head
and shoulders of the great Southern detec-
tive, towering above all Others
Make way. Make wayw 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 a goodly
frame, being fully six feet in height. He
was clothed in fashionable suit of steel
gray, diamond stud glittered from his
white shirt front, a heavy gold chain hung
pendant from button hole of his vest,
and beaver hat rested rather santingly
on his head
His eyes were black and piercing, and
grayish mustache adorned his upper lip
On his thin lips was scornful smile and
his features were lvid with either the
emotion of hate or fear.
| His gloved hands were before him, held
there by iron shackles, and one hand Of
Sellars rested upon his shoulder.
The detective appeared as calm and col
lected as though he was at his home dand-
| ling his boy upon his knee.
| All eyes were fixed on these two figures.
and none noticed the frail looking man
whO leaning on stout cane, had followed
in the wake of the detective.
The quick eye of Sellars 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 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
| Of I
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
roundngs, 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 a loud
voice, with his eyes fixed on the detec-
tive.
1T means, your honor" came in deep
tones from the lips Of Selars, "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."
a glad cry escaped the lips of Robert
Campbelfs mother: Saved! Saved! My
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 prsoner?' demanded the
judge, who appeared astounded ut Sellars'
| statement.
stephen Abbott, a Baltimore gambler
&C. A. Stephens, travelling man-Ste-
phen Craven, the father of the president
of The Cape Fear Bank the covering
wretch seated there, who was his accom-
plice!"
ITS false! It's a lie! A wicked lieu
cried Herman. 81 never saw the man
before! Robert Campbell murdered my
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 at his son.
Here, your honor" exclaimed Sellars.
sis bag of coin-twelve thousand five
hundred dollars in goldw 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.
Selars handed the letter to the clerk,
who read as follows:
Baltimore, Nd, Sept. 90, 1857.
Dear Herm-Read effusion below and
comply by first express. l am hard up,
and can delay no longer.-Your Dad.
Up one pair of stairs, then pass in door,
Under the red brick the chimney before,
Where sits young maiden in tears and
| alone