Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1924-10-19
Continued from Yesterdays Starr

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the galleries, instantly quelled by the
fierce glare OF the judge and the voice
| of the crier.
| Lord Jeffreys leaned farther for
ward upon his desk. He raised that
delicate white hand, still clutching it's
handkerchief, and sprouting from
froth of lace.
! We'll leave your religion out of
| account for the moment, friend, said
| he But mark what / say to you"
With a minatory forefinger he. beat
! the time of his words. know, friend
! that there is no religion man can
| pretend to can give a countenance to
| lying. Thou hast precious immortal
( soul, and there is nothing in the
world equal to it in value. Consider
| th"t the great God OF Heaven and
| Earth, before whose tribunal thou
! and we and all persons are to stand
| 1t the last day, will take vengeance
| on thee for every falsehood, and just
| ly strike thee into eternal flames,
| make thee drop into the bottomless
| pit of fire and birthstone, if thou Of
fer to deviate the least from the truth
nd nothing but the truth. For I tell
| thee God is not Knocked. On that ]
charge you to answer truthfully. How
! came you to be taken with these
rebels?"
| Peter Blood CAPPED at him a moment
| in CONSERVATION. The man was in
credible. unreal, fantastic. a night
mare judge. Then he collected him
elf to answer.
Il was summoned that morning to
succor Lord Gildoy, and / conceived
it to be the duty imposed upon me
by my calling to answer that sum-
mons"
Did you so?" The Judge. terrible
| now of aspect-his face white, his
twisted lips red as the blood Tor
which they thirsted-glared upon him
! in evil mockery. Then he controlled
himself as if by an effort. He sighed
He resumed his earlier gentle plain
tiveness. Lord. How you waste our
time. But I'll have patience with you.
Who summoned your
Master Pitt there, as he will tes-
tify."
"Oh! Master Pitt will testify-he
that is himself a traitor self-con-
fessed. Is that your witness?'
There is also Master Baynes here,
who can answer to it,
Good Master Baynes will have to
answer for himself; and l doubt not
he'll be greatly exercised to save his
own neck from a halter Come, come,
sir; are these your only Witnesses"
Il could bring others from Bridge
water, who saw me set out that
morning upon the crupper of Master
Pitts horse"
His lordship smiled. cit will not be
necessary. For, mark me, ! do not
intend to waste more time on you.
Answer me only this: When Master
Pitt, as you pretend, came to summon
you, did you know that he had been,
as you have heard him confess, of
Monmouth"s following?"
II did. my lord
"You did. Ha. His lordship looked
at the cringing jury and uttered
of that you went with him.
ITO succor a wounded man, as was
my sacred duty"
"Thy sacred duty. sayest thou?"
Fury blazed out of him again. Good
God! What a generation of vipers do
we live in! Thy sacred duty, rogue.
is to thy king and to God. But let it
pass. Did he tell you whom it was
that you were desired to succor"
Lord Gildoy-yes."
"And you knew that Lord Gildoy
had been wounded in the battle, and
on what side he fought?'
81 knew"
"And yet, being as you would have
US believe, a true and loyal subject
of our Lord the King, you went to
succor him.
ment. MY business, my lord, was
| with his wounds, not with his poll
tics"
A murmur from the galleries and
even from the jury approved him. 1t
served only to drive his terrible judge
into a deeper fury.
Jesus God! Was there ever such
an impudent villain in the world as
| thou?" He swung, white-faced, to
he
jury, you take notice of the horrible
| carriage of this traitor rogue, and
withal you cannot but observe the
spirit Of this sort of people. what
villainous and devilish one it is. Out
of his own mouth he has said enough
to hang him a dozen times. Yet is
there more. Answer me this, sir:
your lies concerning the station of
this other traitor Pitt, what was your
business then?'
ITO save him from being hanged
without trial, as was threatened"
What concern was it of yours
! whittier or how the wretch was
hanged"
Justice is the concern of every
loyal subject, for an injustice COM
mitted by one who holds the kings
commission Is in some sense a dis
honor to the kings majesty"
1t was a shrewd, sharp thrust aim
ed at the jury. and 1t reveals. /
think, the alertness of the mans
mind, his self-possession ever stead
lest In moments of dire peril. With
any other jury it must have made the
impression that he hoped to make.
1t may even have made its impress
sion upon these poor pusillanimous
sheep. But the dread judge was there
to. efface it.
He gasped aloud, then flung him.
self violently forward.
MOVING. PACKING E. STORAGE