Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1912-07-19
TODAY INSTALLMENT.

Then her eyes fastened themselves on
the Jury The foreman was tall thin
man with an elusive resemblance to a
fsmo,is. much caricatured politician. She
had noticed certain mannerisms that had
anpeared vaguely familiar, and now, in
this moment of hideous tension. she real
,zed the source from. which they had
srrung. She could see that he was in
tensely disturbed by the task laid upon
him. and she hated and loved him both
for his agitation. His face was livid, and
from time to time he wiped his brow
furtively with his handkerchief. which.
like nervous woman, he had rolled into
light ball
Gentlemen, are you agreed upon your
verdict?"
To the man in the dock to Betty Lums-
den. with her eyes fixed on him in that
last glance of despair; to others, less out
Nsrdlv moved in that vast crowd the
silence seemed to hiss with one word Yet
the stiffness of the court was not broken
for a couple Of seconds. The foreman es-
saved to speak; his voice cracked and he
rubbed his brow nervously Then the an
sver came-came in voice so shrll, so
stacoato and unnatural. that at another
moment it might have raised a smile.
we are
do YOU find the prisoner guilty or not
guilty."
Guilty
The faint rustic, like the rustic of wind
over grass, which had passed over the
court at the fret breaking of the silence,
increased. Somewhere in those packed
benches women gave a cry; a second
answered it, to be sllenoed instantly.
There was an agitated movement. The
woman who had cried first had subsidized,
falnting. No one needed her. not even her
companion of yesterday, with the smelling
salts andy" against such contingency.
And that is the verdict of you all?"
"Ot every one of US"
once again the old fierce justice had
been done A life for ife-a life given
for life taken-even il the life to be
paid out were an innocent one. once
more blind Justice ploughed on in her car,
the sharp blades Of its wheels moving
down the innocent and the guilty alike
Caught On.
"Guiltvi" The words came to Jack
Rimingtons ears accompanied not by
tears. but by gust of Fate's laughter.
caught on And not a commissioning
word or look from one of those friends
wno would have crowded round him had
Fate smiled and not frowned. if Fate had
spared that holocaust at WestpOrt and the
tragic comedy of the house of the clocks.
Then like a stab of agony. the thought
of Betty! She was staring at him, and
The sight of her face was like a knife
turned in his heart, What did that look
mean? Why did she stretch out her hand
and let it fail? Heaven,-she was not
going to make a scene-a useless scene
that would result in nothing but the
bringing about her of the bloodhounds Of
publicity His lips moved in a voiceless
prayer not for himself, but for the women
he loved, God help her to be brave-help
her to be silent
Not guilty. The same clear, ringing
voice, in which he had uttered his plea,
responding now to the usual question as
TO whether he could adduce any reason
why sentence should not be passed against
him II declare before God that am
not guilty"
Nothing dramatic. nothing sensational.
only brave man meeting his fate as an
EnSlishman should, and showing an I'M
broken front to friend and foe alike.
There was something in Jack Rimington s
demeanor at that supreme moment which
shook the conviction of more than one
spectators something in the carriage Of his
upright form. his unruffled look that
helped to dispel the unfavorable impress
sion that had grown steadily through the
two days Of the trial
The intense silence of the court was
broken by the sudden rustlng of crisp
PAPER. Like man forgetful of his sur
roundings, Paul SAKE had crushed some
papers, on which he had been making
notes from time to time, in his slim, vel
low hands
The Judge began to put on the black
cap He was a tall lean man. with a
parchment- hued lined face and vivid.
piercing eyes-the very ideal of a hanging
Judge according to popular fancy; and the
small square of black velvet gave him a
dreadful and sinister look But it was not
at the judge that the myriad eyes of the
court looked, but at the prisoner in the
dock
JOHN RlMfNGTON!" The Judge s
voice was very solemn sounding in the
deathlike silence. The Jury have found
the oriy verdict which it seems to me was
possible according to their oath and their
consc ,ence. 1t only remains to me now to
pass the sentence of the law upon you It