Tazewell Republican. [volume] (Tazewell, Va.) 1892-1919, 1902-04-24
A SHREWD
WOMAN

NURING a trial held in the town OF
IL Merrivale the court was crowded
to it's utmost capacity, while an I'M
patient mass of swaying humanity
awaited the verdict outside. 1t was
a case of phenomenal interest. Two
young fellows of good family, com
panions since childhood, had set
themselves to earn fame and fortune,
or the latter at least, in their ma
tive place; Albert Meyrick as an art
list, Herbert Carlston as physician.
Theil love for each other was broth
erly; yet love proved the gulf which
separated them. Both had been fas-
cinated with the charms of a sunny
haired, brighteyed, laughing beauty.
Her admirers were legion; but her
favors were equally bestowed between
these two.
One morning people were Mortified
with the report of murder. Meyrick
had been shot in his studio. A revolt
yer was found on the table a few
inches from the dead body. The bull
let, which, after passing through his
head, had lodged in the wall opposite,
exactly fitting the chamber, and was
precisely similar to the others which
the revolver contained. Both revol-
vers and cartridges were proved to
have been bought by Carlston within
"a hours previous to the crime. He
was known to have been at the house
at about the time of the crime. All
these things he fully admitted. Only
one fact he denied; but this was the
evidence that chiefly condemned him.
Edna Dalton, the girl through jeal-
ousy of whom he was supposed to
have committed the murder, swore to
seeing him close to the house. In
deed, she had spoken to him; but he
strangely passed her, refusing to
speak The general evidence against
him was so overwhelming that there
could be no doubt of the issue. The
prisoner had condemned himself by
his own admissions; yet he emphat-
icaly asserted his innocence.
The eventful day of the trial came.
Counsel had labored for and against
him. The judge had summed up; the
jury retired to consider. The breath
less hush of suspense was oppressive.
Presently door opened. Twelve men
solemnly took their seats.
Guilty or not guilty?"
"Guiltyl"
A piercing shrek, awful from its
burden of agony, rang through the
court. Edna's unconscious form was
borne out. For the first time the
prisoner quailed. Throughout the
trial lie had behaved with almost in
different GOODNESS. Her voice I'M
manned him. He buried his face in
his hands, groaning aloud and trem-
bling violently. With an effort he re-
gained his manly bearing.
Asked if heAad any reason to state
why sentence should not be passed,
he drew himself up, and in a firm,
clear voice, said:
To-day my words are an empty
sound; one day they will have great
power, though they will come back
from the cold depths of the grave. I
am innocent. No man will believe me.
I speak for the future, because l be-
lieve an avenging justice will surely
bring truth to light. Then l wish you
to remember my words"
The sentence of death was passed,
the voice of the judge being scarcely
audible amidst the sobs of some of
the women present.
One person alone seemed unaffect-
ed. With the quiet demeanor of
hero, Herbert folded his arms to re-
ceive his doom without a culver.
To the last momentous words:
"May the Lord have mercy on your
SOUL" he responded with firm but
reverent "Amenl"