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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Exeter Advocate, 1897-11-25, Page 3THANK GIVING D.Y. BY AMY RANDOLPH. "He's a good son to his another," said Aunt Nabby Featherfew. "And I've noticed that pretty generally . that's the yort that makes good husbands!" Aunt Nabby sat by the window, peel- ing pumpkins for the Saturday's baking. She was a little, dried up old woman with blaok-rimmedspectacles that added a peculiar owlish effect to her dim blue eyes end wore her scanty iron -grey hair sorewed tightly up in a knob at the bank of her head. Mrs. Featherfew, her sister- in-law, was piuoking a fine fat turkey for the impending New England festival She was one of those fore -handed women who always liked to get everything done a little in advance of time. Luke Featherfew himself, the head of the family, sat on the edge of the table, chewing a gold -glistening rye -straw. He had just brought in a basket of ruta- baga turnips, and had remained a min- ute or so to hear what the women were talking about. "Yes," said Mrs. Featherfew, doubt- fully, "but I'm a'most afraid he's in- clined to bo stingy, Abigail, and that ain't a desirable quality in no young mrtn. It's had enough inold folks." "What snakes you think so, mother?" said Mr. Featherfew. "He's so dreadful olose with his money of late," answered the house -another, "He wouldn't give nothing to the sub- scription for getting up a free public library last week, and he's dropped the idea of baying a now horse, and he drives that old Dobbin of his yet." "Dobbin's a good horse," reflectively observed Mr. Featherfew. "Yes, but he's such a lookin' oreetur!" Mr. Featherfew chuckled. "You women are all for looks," said he. "I never see the beat on 't, Well, I suppose there's no law agin a man doin' as he pleases with his own money." "No," said Mrs. Featherfew, dryly. "But all the same, I don't want my Orinda to marry a miser." "If Orinda's got her mother's spunk," said the farmer, laughing, "she'll do pretty much as she pleases about marry- ing." Orinda, at the end of the room, was chopping sunt industriously, and al- though she bad heard every word of the disoussion, neither spoke nor looked up. She was a round-faced, blue-eyed girl. with long lashes that swept her cheeks as she looked down, a dimpled cherry mouth, and a nose inolined to the re- trousse type—commonly called pug. Her hair, of the richest glossy brown, was braided like a Drown; her color was high, and she °hopped away with a vigor that indicated the sanguine -nervous disposition. To speak the truth, Miss Orinda had been rather low-spirited for two or throe days. Her darling desire of a now winter wrap had been denied her. "You must manage to make the old one do for another season, Orinda," her mother had said. "But, mother, it's so shabby! And Lucy Pease has got a new seal plush." "A couple of yards of fur trimming at a dollar a yard will make it quite decent," reasoned the thrifty matron. And Luoy Pease is nothing to us." "I could buy a real pretty beaver-oloth as cque, mother, at Bover's sale for fifteen dollars,' pleaded Orinda, with tears in her eyes. "But, daughter. we haven't the fifteen dollars to spare. Your father has had bad luck with his oat crop. Forty bush- els were spoiled by the rain before they could be harvested, and the red eow died of horn distemper, and the barn on the hill was struck by lightening and burned down with two ton of hay in it! We've got to economize." Orinda pouted. "I never have anything like other girls," said she. "I might as well wear Aunt Nabby's old plaid woollen shawl at once, and be done with it." And she had been quite silent and de- jected ever since. What her mother said, she reasoned within herself, was quite true. If there was anything miserly about Wallace Grant, she did not want to cast in her lot with his. She had been pinched and cramped all the two -and - twenty years of her life, if there was to be any change, she decided it should be for the better. There was John Jarvis who wore such stylish collars, and drove n high-stepping horse to a brandanew yellow -wheeled buggy, on his way to the Iron Works, where he condescended to fill up the position of cashier, until some one else could be found. Orinda knew very well that Mr. Jarvis admired her quite as much as Wallace Grant did; and Wallace was only a farmer, after all, and Orinda had her ambitions. "By the way," said Mrs. Featherfew, her words chiming in strangely with the vague current of Orindat,'s unguided thought, "Mr. Jarvis was saying yester- day that he should not be able to get home Thanksgiving. Why don't you ark him here, father? I sort o' feel sorry for any young man that's by himself in a strange place on Thanksgiving day," "Do, father," said Orinda, quickly. "Just as you women folks say," said the fanner, "but will there be room at the table? There'll be Cousin Nathan Bartlett's folks, and Wallace Grant and his mother--" "Why do you invite the Grants?" im- patiently interrupted Orinda. "They're sort o' family friends," said the farmer, apologetically. "No more than other people," spoke .Orinda. "Let them eat their Thanks- giving dinner at home." Mrs. Featherfew and Aunt Nabby ex- ohanged a look of surprise. This change of .guests at the annual feast of the neigh- borhood meant a radical change of opin- ion. Wallace Grant had "waited en" Orinda for a year, to use the neighbor- hood phrase. Was the dashing cashier of the Iron Works to be promoted to Ms place? In such matters as this, however; Orinda's will was law, and so the affair was settled. "I'm sort o' feared she's makin' o Itlietake,",whispered Aunt Nabby. , "I don't know," responded Mrs. Fea- tborfew. "I don't believe in these close- fisted inen." It was the night before Thanksgiving. There had been snow-fiurrles and a keen Arotio gale all day. With sunset, the world looked winter -cold and dreary, and Wallace Grout's fingers were stiff as be gelded the clumsy old Dobbin up to. the hitching -post in front of the Feather few farm -house, and lifted an oblong package nut of the wagon. "He's come to return the swaifts his mother borrowed of Aunt Nabby," said Orinda to herself. She sat at the win- dow and had hurriedly risen to her feet, then sat down again, at the sight of the visitor. "I don't know why I should run away from him," she thought, defiantly. "I'm glad you're here alone, Orinda," said Wallace, quietly. "I wanted to talk with you. Somehow I can't let Thanks- giving Day go by without saying what I've on my mind to say," Orinda trembled. A strange thrill ran thruugb all her veins. She had definitely made up her mind that she did not Dare for Wallace Grant, and yet, at the sound of his quiet, determined voice, she knew that she did pare for him. • "I love you, Orinda," said the young man. "I want you to be my wife and come to the old brown house under the hill. It will bo better than any palace to me, once you are in it. I've been dream- ing of this year, and now the time has oorne that I can venture to say what's in my heart. Will you marry me, Orin - ,da?" And, looking into his dark, soulful oyes, she answered in a whisper, "Yes." IIe put his arm tenderly about her, "That's my own girl," said he. "I knew you would say yes." "You take a good deal for granted," said Orinda, releasing herself with a lit- tle toss of her head. "It a man cau't trast the girl he loves, who is there to trust in?" said Wallace, simply. "Anel now look hero—I've been saving up my money for months. I knew that tomorrow was not only Thanks- giving Day, but your birthday as well. And I wanted to give you a present, Orin - da, dear, Will you accept it from your plightet. lover?" He opened the box. Orinda started bank with a rapturous ory. "For me, Wallace? A sealskin jacket!" "My mother said it was the best econ- omy, after all, dear, and you will look like a princess in it. She heard you say bow much you needed a winter wrap, • and we have been saving together for it. She is as mach in love with you as I are, Olinda." "What a model mother-in-law she will make!" cried the girl, with a laugh that was half a sob. "But, oh, Wallace! this is a deal too good for me," Her eyes glittered, her cheeks glowed Hee ro,ser•, as she turned herself around and around to view herself in the cling- ing luxury of the new garment. arm glad I accepted you .before I saw thu," said she. "Otherwise you might almost have thought it was a bribe" "I knew you too well for that, Orin - da," said he, smiling gravely. "And you and your mother will come here to dinner to -morrow, Wallace?" "Of coarse, since you ask us," said hel simply. "There are only a few of us," said Orinda, "Mr. and Mrs. Bartlett, and the girls, and ilr. Jarvis—" "John Jarvis? Of the Iron Works?" "Yes, You know him, don't you?" "Know him? Yes, a little. But I hard- ly think he will eat his Thanskgiving dinner here toanorow," said Wallace composedly. 'Oh yes, he will. He has promised to cmac," eagerly uttered Orinda. "What I meant," said Wallace Grant, with a curious twinkle in his eye, "was that he has been arrested for forging signatures, and falsifying the accounts at the Iron Works. He was taken to Milford jail this morning, and the chances are that he won't come out very soon." Orinda drew a long breath. Involun- tarily she nestled closer to Wallace Grant. There was such a sense of safety, of security in being near him. So this was what Mr. Jarvis's free expenditures and dashiug liberality meant! "I never was gladder to hear anything in my life," said Aunt Nabby, as she bustled around on Thanksgiving morn- ing, dressing the apples and oranges with autumn leaves and turning out the jelly in quivering moulds. "I always liked Wallace Grant, and I never believed a word about his being miserly or mean." "Miserly, indeed," said Mrs. Feather - few, "when, all the time, it was Orinda he was saving for! And I must say, that seal jacket is the •prettiest thing I ever saw!" As fur Mr. Featherfew his comment was entirely characteristic. "If the women folks are satisfied," said he, "I am !'' Ti,,, Turk. y Came. Years ago an old darkey whose master had some fine, fat turkeys made tip his mind that he must have one of those turkeys, and, as he tells the story, he set to work to get it by prayer. "I prayed to de Lord," be said, "dat he would send me one of dem turkeys. I prayed dat way mornin and ebenin for a week, but still dat turkey didn't oome, and I tells you my mouth wasj es a-waterin for it. So I says to myself I must change flat prayer, and so I prayed one ebenin dat de Lord would send me after de turkey, and, brethrens, dat turkey was here be fore daylight." The Thanksgiving Table. The table should be spread with snowy nappery, the glass and silver polished to the last degree of cleanliness and brilli- ancy, and every detail perfect before any edibles are served. Chrysanthemums are usually beautiful and inexpensive at this time of year, and a low bowl of them In yellow in the center of the table is very effective. ` And everything must be hot, piping hot, and served in a dignified manner—not banged on in the fa hien which certain country maids thinks adds to the friendly feeling of a family din- ner.—Selected. Wife b derived from an Anglo-Saxon word signifying to weave, the wife being the wester of the family. GITTIN' HUM THANKSGIVIN' TIME. BY Il S. 10ELL17R. Gittin' hum 7lhanksgivin' time To the turkey' nice an' prime, When the fo'ks is settin' down To the turkey slick an' brown, Never mindin' bizness oare— Thur's a sorter comfort where All the fo'ks is settin' by Heavy food, an' waitin' pie. Gittin' hum an' feelin' free Frum the wordly cares chat be Gittin' 'way frum all the store 0' the'bitteraees an' sore, Sorter limbers up the tongue; Sorter makes a feller young, Sorter makes ole j'ints prime— Gittin' hum Thanksgivin' time. There the turkey nioe an' brown, 'Waits the fo'ks that's sittin' down. CARVING A TURKEY. Useful Information For the Wielder et the Festive Knife. Murrey, in his work on practical carving, says you should place the tur- key with the head from you, on a large platter. Have ready one small and one large knife, one small and one largo fork. Insert the large fork through the center of the breast, the tines astraddle of the ridge. Cut away the twine with which the bird is trussed and cut two thin slices of white meat from the breast down to the shoulder. Now di- vide the wing from the shoulder, which, if done before cutting the two slices, that part of the fowl and the upper ends of the slices will be ragged. The ex- pert will next divide the drumstick from the second joint, but the beginner should cut above the second joint down toward the back, then cut on the lower side, press the joint gently outward with the knife and with the point of the knife divide the joints. Now use the small knife and fork to separate the drumstick and second joint and also to divide the latter while in hand. Slice off the breast in wide, long and not too thin slices. Gently draw the bird over on its left side and with one quick, sharp stroke with the knife out part way through the right center of the back. Cut from the pope's nose along the back, up to this cut, to pro - euro the side bone. The "oysters" on the back belong with the side bones and should not be detached from them. The wishbone should be separated from the breastbone and shoulder, and a quick stroke will separate the collar bone from the breast. Another will give ,you the shoulder blade, around which is fair "picking." The left side is carved the same as the right side, and it is consid- ered quite an accomplishment to be able to carve with the left hand as well as with the right. An Old Thanksgiving Dinner. How well I remember that old Thanks- giving dinner! Father at one end, mo- ther at the other end; the children be- tween wondering if father will ever get done carving the turkey. Ob, that proud, strutting hero of the barnyard, upside down, his ph -tines gone and minus his gobble! Stuffed with that he can never digest! The day before at school, we had learned that Greene was south of Turkey, but at the table we found that turkey was bound by grease. The brown surface waited for the fork to plunge astride the breast -bone, and with knife sharpened on the jambs of the fire place, lay bare the folds of white meat. Give to the boy disposed to be sentimental, the heart. Give to the one disposed to music the drumstick. Give to the one disposed to theological discussion the parson's nose. Then the pies! For the most part a lost art. What mince pies! in which you had all confidence, fashioned from all rich ingredients instead of miscellane- ous leavings which are only a sort of glorified hash 1 Not mince pies with pro- found mysteries of origin! But mother made them, sweetened them, flavored them, and laid the lower crust and the upper crust, with here and there a puncture by the fork to let you look through the light and flaky surface into the susbtance beneath. No brandy, for the old folks were stout temperance, but older about halt -way between new and hard., Dear met What a pie Iseetre "n" a's 14 LOOK ON THE BRIGHT SIDE. We have Many Causes to Be Thankful if We Try to See Them. ' Another Thanksgiving day has dawn- ed, and we axe perhaps questioning our- selves as to whether we have any cause for gratitude in the way our lives have been ordered. The pessimist, looking al- ways on the dark side, says, "Well, I may be fairly happy today, but that doesn't argue that I may not be utterly miserable tomorrow," and in conse- quence he or she, instead of being thank- ful for the present good, frets over the future evil which perhaps—whoknows? —may never come. Every one of us has something for which to give thanks today. Now be- gin and analyze our possessions and see if the blessings do not outweigh the miseries. If we have health, we should rejoice; that is a rare gift that cannot be too warmly appreciated. If a dear one -who has been at death's door is re- stored to us, that is another cause for jubilation Even if we are pressed hard financially, there are compensating sides to that situation. Nothing is so bad but it could be worse, and though we may not feel privileged to shout over a posi- tive good we can be happy in the fact that it is not a positive evil. Every one of us has the power to make sunshine in our own and in the lives of others. Burdens there are to bear for every pair of shoulders, but in helping others, in self sacrifice, in a desire to be sweet, womanly and lovable, our own trials slip awny and when Thanksgiving day comes around wo can, with a joyous heart, declare that we have much to be grateful for. All ho__lays have their sorrowful side; they are reminiscent of other oc- casions when the family in perfect, un- broken numbers sat around the table and reveled in the spirit of the occasion. Now they are scattered here and there. Death, perhaps, has claimed some, and the feast of today is but a mere shadow of the functions of other seasons long gone by. But if you are left entirely alone and are obliged to sit down to your solitary meal: with no companions save your own thoughts, you still have cause for thankfulness, and you will find it if you only make it your busi- ness to look for it instead of moping and repining over what cannot be helped and whit is only made worse by brood- ing upon. Awake in touch w'.tL the spirit of the day, and you will find that, despite all past troubles or present annoyances, you can cause the e4 hours to brim over with gratefulness that may do much to make other ones equally joyous. Thanksgiving Reflections. The fields are brown and bare, but garners are full, as our hearts should be of thoughtful kindness to others. Some motives have their incentive from above, like the overshot water- wheel, while others are moved by the undercurrent. The best and most precious of gifts are without pride and come to mortals, sometimes unsought, beoause before un- known. Some lives are so good and sweet and full that they impart to all about them their goodness, as do the sunshine, fra- grant flowers and melodious music. What tenderer memory can there be than that of other and bygone Thanks- givings, when, as children, we surround- ed the fireplace with loved parents and friends, now departed, in the dear, de- serted old home? Thanksgiving of the Future. The Thanksgiving day of the future will be like that of the past and the present, characterized by religious serv- ices, by amusements and by feasting and good fellowship. For one I would not have it otherwise.—Henry W. Rog- er& Late to Dinner. First Cannibal—What made your wife scold you so Thanksgiving day? Second Caunibal—I was late to die- ner and the missionary was cold. It is a sore trial to find one's Dollar button on the wrong aide of his shirt when he is in a hurry. GCILTY OF Mm;R. MRS, STERNAMAN SENTENCED TO DIE ON JAN. 20. Many Witnesses -.The Doctors Corrobor- ate Zech Other -The Undertaker Gives important Testimony -The. Jury Out Von, flours. Cayuga, Ont., Nov, 17.—The trial of Mrs. Olive Adele Sternaman, for alleged poisoning of her husband in June, 1896, was begun at the assizes here at 11 o'olock this morning, before Chief Tus- tioe Armour and a jury. B. B. Osler, Q,C., opened the ease for the Crown in a lengthy speeob, covering the most im- portant points to .be brought out by the prosecution, which are familiar to the reading publio. Mrs. Sternaman, mother of orge H. Sternaman, was the first witness sworn by the Crown. She said that her son had always had good health. The first visit she had to Buffalo was three weks after the death of Ezra Chipman, the fleet husband of the prisoner. After her son and Mrs. Chipman were married witness made her a friendly veli, on a joint in- vitation from the prisoner and deceased; had no talk at that time about suspicious death of Chipman. Mrs. Sternman then identified a letter produced by Mr. German. Her son was married on February 3rd, 1800, Be was 24 years old when be diad. Went ever to Buffalo four years, off and on, to work. He died August 14, 1890, and had been bows one week before he died. When he was brought home he was very thin and perfectly helpless, unable to move hands anti legs. He could not pick up even a handkerchief. Heard nothing about a post-mortem till after doctors came to perform it. Prisoner said deceased was insurei for $720 on being asked, Had no other conversation about him. In cross-examination, Mr. German brought out the facts very prominently that the witness was very strongly op- posed to the marriage of her son and the prisoner, that the prisoner appeared very anxious about her husband and was con- stant in her attendance on him, and that there had been a post-mortem examina- tion in consequence of the suspioions of the witness. The witness admitted that when she went to Buffalo to see her son, when he was so i11, she had stated that he very nnroh resembled his father, whose skin was highly colored before ho died. Dr, Edward L. Frost, of Buffalo, who was first called in to attend Sternaman. in Buffalo, took the witness stand. He told of having been called in on June 13th, when Sternaman told him he had boon taken sick ten days before, just after eating his lunch. The patient said he noticed a sweetish taste, and had been seized with vomiting. There were ulcers in the throat and mouth. Dr. Frost said he had not given any arsenical prepara- tion, and all the medicine put together would contain less than one -thirteenth of a grain of arsenite of copper. After at- tending Sternaman several days he con- cluded some underlying disease was poisoning the system. Dr. Whitehall was called into consultation and agreed with Dr. Frost's treatment. Sternaman grew weaker and weaker, until he could not take food by the mouth. On July 12th the doctor became suspicious of arsenic poisoning, and nailed in Dr. Phelps. The two physi- cians, after a consultation, decided that there were symptoms of arsenical poison ing and that the patient would be better at the hospital. Sternaman and his wife opposed this. Next day, on being strong- ly urged to go, Sternaman consented, but his wife opposed it, and said if he went she would not go to visit bin. Dr. Frost said: "After she had object- ed so strongly to her husband going to the hospital I told her that I understood that she had one husband who had died under suspicious circumstances, and I asked her what people would think if a second husband died exhibiting the same symptoms, I told her that for her own reputation she should send him to tho hospital." Her answer was: "If he dies I will have an autopsy, and that will clear me." On July loth Dr. Frost resorted to hypodermic medicine. and on the next day was disoharged, the reason given by Mrs Sternaman being that her husband's mother wanted a change. The witness said he again spoke of arsenic poisoning, and Mrs. Sternaman said she was not surprised, as George had grown despond- ent over a remark she had made about her first husband, and had threatened suicide. Dr, Frost told her plainly that if Sternaman got no more arsenic he would recover. The woman said she would watch him carefully and see that he got no more. This was the last time Dr. Frost saw his patient or Mrs. Sternaman until the latter called on him after her husband's death to get him to sign a certificate in connection with the insurance. Mr. Osler—Did she say what insur- ance? Dr. Frost—Yes; a burial benefit in the Metropolitan Life. Mr. Osler—Was that correct? Dr. Frost—No, I found out later it was a $1,000 policy. Mr. Osler—Taking all the symptoms, doctor, with the condition of the body after death, and augmented by the fact that arsenic was found in the body, what was the cause of death? Dr. Frost—Duo to arsenical poisoning. Mr. German took the witness in hand and subjected him to a searching cross- examination, but failed to alter his evi- dence. • Dr. W. C. Phelps, of Buffalo, who had held a consultation with Dr. Frost, was called and corroborated the evidence of the last witness. Undertaker Snyder, of Selkirk, who attended to the burial of George Sterna - man was then called. He was looked on as a most important witness He said that all ho had clone in the house was to place the body in the casket. It had been washed and dressed for burial by others. He bad not used any embalming fluid He was positive they had not embalmed the body, but had only put it in the casket. The witness had been present when the body was exhumed, and found it in the same position as when buried. The only change was a slight disooloration. Prof. Ellis, the provincial analyst, of Toronto. gave evidence as to his analysis of the organs of the deceased submitted to him. He found in all seven grains of arsenio • in the different parts, and gave it as his opinion that this was more than sufficient to cause death. Asked if it were possible that the Arsenio whittle he found in the liver could have been deposited there in the process of embalm- ing, ho replied that it was unlikely.. Dr: Thompson, coroner, Was then rat called and identified the seals found on " the bottles and also the box containing them This concluded the evidence, for the prosecution. Dir. German, for the defence, called Mrs, Elims husband ofza the Chipman, prisoner,othSher eof stabled thfiratt her son and the prisoner had been mar- ried nine or ten years and seemed to live happily together. ' Prisoner always ob- jected to life insurance, and only on tee suggestion 0f witness was Chipnan's life insured. Lizzie Sevenpiper, sister of the pri- soner, sworn, thought that Sternarnan was jealous of his wife, but they seemed to live happy together. When prisoner paid Mr. Snider he handed her a receipt, and upon being asked by prisoner if that included everything, be replied yes, that included everything, embalming and all. Dr. James McFadden, of Buffalo, next gave evidence. He had treated Sterna - man during bis first illness, and bis pa- tient improved. He described Addison's disease, but to Mr. Osier he admitted that since Addison's disease had been excluded and considerine all the condi- tions shown at the inquest, be would conebnie that death was doe to arsenical peisaning. 11 hat Mr. German. Said. Mi'. German said that he had a feeling of Brest responsibility in defending a woman to this trial, and said that he thought that every person in the coun- try, themselves being included, had road the.newapapers, and lead formed some sort of an opinion, but, no matter what they had read, he thought that would not bias their minds either for or against tura prisoner. He said that, although the evidence is consistent with guilt, they had to go a step further than that, and say that it was inconsistent with any other cases. H -le said that the Crown puts forward us the motive for theprisoner to poison her first Husband, M. Chipman, as in- surance, and he shows ay Mrs. Chipman, mother of the deceased, evidence that the prisoner always ob,4.ellted to him putting an insurance on his life, and he said that if this was her motive, he asked them would she not wait until she could collect the full amount of the policy, and as it was at the time of his death, she only drew something over $200, out Of a policy of something over $700; He asked was this motive consistent? Mr. German said that the only thing why DIr, Chipman's death was intro- duced here was to prejudice the jury's mind against her. He asked if it would not look more probable for Mr. G. H. Sternaman to have administered the dose of poison to Mr. Chipman than it would be for his wife, considering that Sterna - man was very jealous and subject to these peculiar spells. He said that con- sidering tbo $1,009 insurance that Sterna - man had on his life was according to the evidence was taken at her home when she was out, and that the agent, pressing for more insurance and then for her to let the policy lapse by reason of non-payment of premiums, would it not seem as though there was no motive in It? Mr.Osier's Address. Dir. Osler's address was a logical and impressive arrangement of the facts in the case, and was utterly destitute, as all his addresses under such circum- stances aro, of any attempt at oratorical effect. It left nothing more to be said regarding the case far the Crown. He first took up the important and disputed point whether the body was or was not embalmed. It was not, he urged, what Snyder said, but what he had done, that the jury was to consider. He had not embalmed the body, and this was evi- dent from the fact that it had not been charged in the bill. There was no evi- dence in the body when it was exhumed that embalming fluid had been used, and the casket did not betray any trace of it having flowed out of the body, as it would have done had a considerable quantity been used. Mr, Osler then pointed out that arsenic had been found inthe body by means of the analysis, and when it was considered that through- out his illness the only attendant of the deceased had been his wife, that she had put up the lunch which had produced the acute vomiting, and that no embalming had been performed, the irresistible con- clusion was that she was guilty of hav- ing poisoned hire. The fact of the in- surance on the dead man's life for $1,970 was brought forward, and in connection with it her statement that she did not intend to be left in the lurch with her second husband was pressed on the at- tention of the jury. The amount of this insurance was equal to what her hus- band would make in four years. Was this no motive for his removal? Mr. Osler drew attention to the prisoner's statement to her mother-in-law and Dr. Park regarding the amount of the in- surance on her husband's life, and asked whether this was an honest statement. Did not this concealment help to indicate guilt? Sternaman had improved under Dr. Saltsioan's treatment because the prisoner had apparently discontinued the use of arsenic. When Dr. Saltsman left him he was bettor.. Two days later he was removed to Canada, paralyzed and helpless. Mr. Osler concluded his address by saying: "It was arsenic, and not Ad- dison's disease, that Sternaman died of, and yet the defence wants you to believe that the undertaker put arsenic in the body and that Sternaman died of Addi- son's disease " Found Guilty. On the conclusion of the Judge's charge the jury retired to consider their verdict. The jury occupied about four hours in arriving at their finding. When they came in at 8.40 o'clock the court room was packed to the doors, and the prisoner, who all along maintained her indifferent attitude, was brought in in a half -fainting condition. The jury was polled, and the foreman was asked whether they had arrived at a decision. He said they had, and that they found the prisoner guilty, and coupled with. their verdict was a recommendation of mercy. Mr. Justice Armour, according to the usual form, asked the prisoner what she had to say why sentence should not be pro. Tho prisonernouncedon her, rising in the dock, said with a great deal of agitation: "I am innocent in the eyes of God; I'll have a new trial and be acquitted." His Lordship then pronounced ;sent- ence, fixing the day of execution on the 20th of January, 1898. At this the pri- soner cried, "Oh, oh, Judge, is that all I the justice there is in this country?", She was then removed from the dock and taken back to her bell in the jail.