The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1904-07-03
him, m'luds; in Rex v. Marsupenstein.

him. m'luds; in Rex v. Marsupenstein.
A lot began calling altogether. ~Ah.
but that was different Mr.. Attorney.
You couldn't subpoena him. ne being in
the position Of extra lege commune.
But II he offers statements
Fhe candles seemed to be waving de-
ADefafely like eln-tops In high wind.
Someone called, "Clerk, fetch me Vol
une Kill 1 think we shall
| find there You recollect the
case of Hildeshein v. Roe. !.
Wasn't 1t HHdegaulen and another,
MUD? I tried the case my
self. The Russian Plenipotentiary
wanted to call out to them that it
was not worth while to try their dry
throats any more; that having shot my
bolt, gave in. But 7 could not think
OF any words, was so tiled. 81 didn't
sleep at all last night found myself
saying to myself
Tile sleeping judge woke up suddenly
and snarled, Why in heavens name
don't we get on? We shall be all night.
Let him call the second name on the
list We can take The Spanish anlbas-
sador when you have settled For my
part think we ought to hear him.
Lord Stowell, said suddenly: 'Pris--
oner at the bar, some gentlemen have
Volunteered statements on your behalf.
II you wish it, they can be cafled?"
l didn't answer; I did not under
stand; wanted to tell him 1 did not
care, because the Lion was posted as
overdue and Seraphina was drowned.
The court seemed to be moving slowly
UP and down in front of me like the
deck of ship. I thought / was bound
again, and on the sofa in the gorgeous
cabin of the Madre-d e-Dies. Some one
seemed to be calling. Prisoner at the
bar. Prisoner at the bar.
=" Somebody was saving. Hello
there. Hold up! 3
Here. bring chair. :" and
there We're arms around me. After
wards l sat down. Al very old judges
voice said something rather kindly,
thought. 1 knew it was the very old
judge, because he was called the star
of Cuban law In minute Carlos and
Castro would come - or was it
O'Brien who would come? No, O'Brien
was dead; stabbed, with a knife In his
neck: the blood was still sticky be-
tween my first and second fingers.
+ could feel it. I ought to have been al
lowed to wash my hands before I was
tried; or was it before 1 spoke to the
admiral? One would not speak to a
man with hands like that.
"A lOOQy tlSH-PilCH6u VOICE ECdllGQ
from up in the air, 'I will give any of
you gentlemen of the robe down there
g. so to conduct the remainder of the
case for him. I am the prisoners fa-
ther.'
The barrister. whose face was like
| the devils under his wig, held in his
hands the paper that had been handed
to Lord Stowell; my father was talk
ing to him from the bench. He nodded
to my father. and began a grotesque,
nasal dfawl:
Minds, will conduct the case for
the prisoner, if your iordships will bear
with me- a little He obviously can't
call his own witnesses. If he has been
treated as he says, it has been one Of
the most abominable so
Old Lord StoweH said, "Ch't, chit
Mr.. Walker; you know you must not
make a speech for the prisoner. Call
your witness. It is all that is needed
l wondered what he meant by that.
The barrisfer was calling man OF the
name Of Williams. I seemed to know
the name. I seemed to know the man,
too.
'Owen Williams. master of the ship
Lion. Coffee and dyewood
Just come in under jury rig.