The Eureka sentinel. [volume] (Eureka, Nev.) 1902-current, 1913-03-22
AZ b Trial.
NO longer felt the V ankle
ties that had kept me awake
through the earlier part Of the

NO longer felt the nervous ankle
ties hat had kept me awake
through the earlier part OF the
night / was Gained by n
great dread-the thought OF the Span
and possessed my imaginary court
room. obliterating the figures Of the
Judge and the lawyers, until II seemed
that she and | and the prisoner were
the only persons in the n that
the one person she vas fighting in all
the city was myself.
The next morning when | came in
TO breakfast father laid his hand on
my cheek, which felt very burning, and
said. you are not ft to answer one
quo ton" Ny throat was dry. and II
was hard work 10 swallow things. but
he stood over me and made me eat a
gpol breakfast. After that he had me
20 over the story of what | had seen
on the morning | had been coming
home with my basket of mushrooms.
When that was done. Now, remem
bcr.' he said. 'all you will have to do
will be to tell that same story and to
answer to the best of your recollection
NIL questions put to you. If you are
careful 70 do that they can't refuse
YOU" Abby had fetched my turban
with a dark veil. which | had put over
my face before | went into the street.
There n carriage was waiting.
As we drove it seemed to me there
were more people In the street than
usual, and when we reached the Jail
there was n dense crowd in front of II,
and policemen were striking with their
clubs TO make a passage through. But
our carriage drove. as Mr.. Dingley's
had lone before. around the building
aud through the little alley to the back
entrance. Even here some people were
gathered, and as | stepped to the pave
ment Il woman called out in a shrill
voice. Amt that Carlotta Valencia?'
Father seized me and almost lifted me
up the steps and into the high. coldly
lit hall.
Today, however. II was not empty. A
continuous stream of men, some OF
them ~escorting ladies', were hurrying
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ing flags and up the stairs. Following
them, we We're upon the first balcony
n in front OF the door which was
kept a-swinginG by the people going in.
This way" father said. and I found
myself, much to my surprise, not In a
crowded courtroom, but in a small box
of a place. hardly large enough to hold
fho civ oI1ot.z 4AoA Fl.AzI a. o.I
with only one other person In II be-
sides ourselves. This is the witness
ROOM" father explained. we await
our summons here"
| took one of the six chairs and look
ed at the one other occupant with a
greater interest. now that knew that
he must be a witness. lie was a dark.
slick, Mexican looking man. who dan
gled his hat nervously from his fin
gers and kept CHANGING Mt the door.
Presently ii opened. A policeman put
his head In and said, Witness Manuel
Cora" The Mexican jumped and shut
fed hastily out. Father tool the Alta
California from his coat pocket, and l
sat trying to make out the pattern in
the old carpet at my feet.
l had distinguished n dead looking
rose and some faded out %sunfiowers
when | heard the click of the door,
and a watt OF perfume touched the
stale air and made it like a garden. |
looked up. There she stood in the
doorway, the Spanish IN
She vas all in black. her face wax
white, a little black hat on her wonder
full golden red hair and in her breast a