The morning Astorian. [volume] (Astoria, Oregon) 1899-1930, 1907-11-30
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II came there was no quaver In the
girls voice; self assertion. rather than
defiance, was IN her tone as she looked
her tormentor full In the face and an
gwered:
Il have promised to marry him, and
nothing but his death or mine shall
make me break that VOW"
looked at her. Marble could not be
whittier, nor an aspen leaf more tremu-
lous. Yet when | rose to examine her
upon what Is technically known as
the redirect felt mad hand pluck
ing at my sleeve and hoarse voice
whispering IN my ear: For the love
Of pity, can't you see how she is suf.
feringf Not another question to her.
II hang"
That settled II. The case was pracu-
cally ended. and l knew only too well
that there could be but one verdict.
My friend was doomed.
After the jury had retired for de-
liberation thought 1t my duty to pre-
pare him for the worst. since I knew
that the worst was inevitable. He
was sitting with his elbow resting on
the arm OF his chair. his face covered
with his hand. / touched his shoul-
der.
Jack. old friendw
In an instant he raised a pair Of
bloodshot eyes and a haggard face.
''Is she hereT he asked. "Will 1t
kill herT'
Then I saw that even In this su-
preme moment his dread was not for
himself. but for that noble woman
who had dared. In the face Of a jeer-
Ing crowd. publicly to avow her un-
dying love for hunted man whom
the world would, In few hours.
brand as a thief.
"My dear fellow" q spoke as firmly
and as soothingly as my own sorely
tried nerves would permit, Miss
Etheridge has left the courtroom with
her aunt. But you--you yourself
may soon need all your courage" l
put my arm around him. "The ver-
dict may be against you, and then
To my utter amazement, Jack Scar
borough, my trusted friend from boy
hood, sprang from his chair and posi-
lively shook his clinched fist in my
face.
"Hang your said he. "What In the
name Of perdltion do you suppose I
care for 1uries and verdlcts? Where Is
Agnes? She said she was to be my
wife, and that fiend has killed her
with his smooth, palavering questions.
I must see her say. Do you hear
me?"
A court balllff was at his side in an
instant. The man was rough, but his
manner was not unkind as he forced
my client back into his chair and said:
ssNow, see here. This won't do. None
VI this goes, You've got to be quiet,
sr-well, now wait for the verdict, like
. good man. You see, even II 1t don't
come your way there's no end of things
appeals. new trials and all that. But
By the saints, you've got to make no
more breaks"
Scarborough recovered himself at
once. He apologlzed to the bailiff. and
held out his hand to me without a
word, but bis. eye wandered around the
room In way that no one but I could
understand.
After decent delay, the time being
supposed to have been spent
In reflection and discussion, the jury
tiled back into the hall Of justice. Il
afterward learned that they had agreed
upon the first ballot; but, the prisoner
being a gentleman and they having
been furnished with dinner, they had
concluded that the proprieties Of the
,ase rendered 1t incumbent upon them
p finish their post prandial cigars be-
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