Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1908-02-16

| side OF the duke. and stood close to him
throughout the awful ordeal. has noted
~ Ms interesting memoirs how deeply the
accused was moved when he realized
on a raised dais in fun view Of all the
crowd.
"Meseemed that his hand trembed wher
| first he rested it on the bar" adds hii
lordship In his chronicles. He being
passing tall. he could be seen by all and
But anon his grace caught my eye and
l doubt not but that he read therein al
the sympathy which I felt for him, fol-
he then threw back his head and scanned
the crowd right fearlessly and more Ike
a King ready to read a proclamation thai
felon awaiting his trial. Then as he
looked all around him his eyes lighted or
my lord the Cardinal de Moreno, and or
yelled female figure who sat close to
the Spanish envoy. He then became
deathly pale and I. fearing that he mign:
swoon, caught him by the arm. But he
pressed my hand and thanked me. say
ing only that the heat of the room was
oppressive
1t is evident that my lord Rich was a
hot partisan Of the accused: he and the
lieutenant Of the tower stood close be-
side the duke throughout the trial. the
tower guard forming a semicircle round
the bar. and the chamberlain OF the tower
holding the az with its edge from the
prisoner and toward LLOYD Rich.
Mr.. Thomas Norton tells us that at this
point of the proceedings the excitement
was intense. Lord Chandos himself
seemed unable to keep up the rigid dig
nifty OF his office. The peers who were the
triers were eagerly whispering to one an
other. The clerk seemed unable to clear
his throat before calling on the accused.
The crowd. too. felt this acute tension.
The people had already noticed the yelled
female figure. clad In somber kir.le and
black paniers. who had entered the hall
little while ago. accompanied by his
eminence the cardinal. and had since then
sat, dull and rigid. beside him. seemingly
taking no notice OF the proceedings.
hurried conversation carried on in Wits
pers between his eminence and my lord
high steward had been noted by every
body-yet no one dared to ask a question.
had suddenly made itself felt. spirit
from the land OF shadows. that awesome
precursor of death which Is called ''retri-
BUTTON and that from his ghostly lips
there had fallen-unheard yet felt by
every heart-the mighty dictate OF An al
mighty will: Thou shalt do no MURDER
Had the spirit really passed? Who can
tell? But the soul Of every man and
woman there was left auiverng. There
was not hand that now did not slightly
trembie. not one lid that failed to move.
for the supreme moment had come for
wrong.
The spectators had before them the
picture Of that solemn court. the lord
high steward with chain and sword OF
gold. the judges in their red robes, the
peers with their ermine. and here and
there quaint patches OF unexpected color
as the wintrv sun struck full through
the colored facets of the huge window
beyond and aliRhted on black gown
or the leather jenkins of the guard.
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arms family cleaning in the wan. gray
light, the cardinals purple robes. bril-
liant note amidst tine dull mass OF browns
and blacks: the blue doublet Of Sir Henry
Beddingfeld. a jarring bit Of discord he
tween tho sable-hued garb OF the other
gentlemen there.
And there, amongst them all. the tall.
erect figure, the one quiet. impassive face
in this surKinR sea OF exctement-the
prisoner at the bar!