Widnes Examiner. — 1896-08-08 (Widnes, Cheshire, England)

ASSINGER.  How glad lam to—g-e-1,-ZO-k—a;Lilittle Li" ; or I know very well, reader, just as well as if you had told me, that you have been grumbling for some weeks for the want of Cp. But I could not help it, for, to tell the truth, I was pining after her myself, which was the reason that I could not do half justice to the scenes of the Mexican War. Well, now let us see what Cap has been doing— what oppressors she has punished—what vict,ms she has delivered—in a word, what new heroic adventures she has achieved._ .  Well, the trial of Donald Bayne, alias Black Donald, was over. Cap, of course, had been compelled to appear agaibst him. During the whole course of the trial the court-room was crowded with a curious multitude, "from far and near," eager to get sight of the notorious outlaw. Black Donald, through the whole ordeal, deported himseif with a gallant and joyous dignity, that would have better become a triumph than a trial. He was indicted upon several distinct c mnts, the most serious of which—the murder of toe solitary widow and her daughter in the forest cabin, and the assassination of Eugene Le Noir in the woods near the Hidden House—were sustained only by circumstantial evidence. But the aggregate weight of all these, together with his very bad reputation, was sufficient to convict him, and Black Donald was sentenced to death.  This dreadful doom, most solemnly pronounced by the judge, was recesed by the prisoner with a loud laugh, and the words: "You're out o' your reckoning now, cap'n! I never was a saint, the Lord knows, but my eyes are free from blood-guiltinesz I There's an honest little girl that believes me—don't you 7" he said, turning laughingly to our little heroine. "Yes, I ao I " said Cap, bursting into tears; "and I am so sorry for you as ever I can be, Donald Bayne." "Bother! it is sure to come to this first or last, and I knew it! Now, to prove you do not think this rugged hand of mine stained with blood, give it a friendly shake!" said the comdemned man. And before Old Hurricane could ,prevent her, Capitola had jumped over two or three intervening seats and climbed up to the side of the dock, and reached up her hand to the prisoner saying: ' God help you, Donald Bayne, in your great trouble, and I will do all I can to help you in this world. I will go to the Governor myself, and tell him I know you never did any murder." " Remove the prisoner." said the judge, peremp.  _ torily. • _ _ The constables approached and led away Black Donald.  _ _ OA Hurricane rushed upon Cap, seized her, and shaking her fiercely, exclaimed, under his breath: "You—you—you—you New York hurraw boy you foundling 1 you vagabond! you vagrant ! you brat! you beggar! will you never be a lady! to go and shake hands with that ruffian I" "lure, uncle, that's nothing now; I have shaken hands with you oiten enough!" ' " Dammy, you—you—you New York trash, what do you mean by that 11 "Of course I mean, uncle, that you are as rough a ruffian as ever Donald Bayne was!" " Datnmy, I'll murder you!" "Don't node; they have an uncivilised way here of hanging murderers," said Cap, shaking herself free of OA Hurticane's grasp, and hastening out of the court-room to mount her horse and ride home.  One night after tea, Ckpitola and her 'wee occupied their usual seats by the little bright woud fire, that ,the chilly evening and the keen mountain air )pacte agreeable, even la Maze