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The Herald, 1907-06-14, Page 7*COO COO VEdt20C COO GOO COO G� LIFE0 8 eciozeococcancemocgmoccoacp "There was only a coolness between my father and Mr. Cassinove; but Mr. 3aseinove did not hate any father; he always respected and admired him, and tanht ane to reverence shim." The cross-examination of the lad only brought out this testimony with increas- ed foree. And here closed the examination of witnesses for the defence. The senior counsel for the prisoner arose and addressed the jury an a power, ful speech, made a review of the evi- dence, strengthened by sound. logic, il- lumined by clear reason, and warmed by burning eloquence. And at the end of an hour the advo- cate sat down amid murmurs •of admira- tion. And here rested the defence. There was no rebutting evidence offer- ed. Th Counsel for the Crown said that they were not disposed to question the previous good character of the prisoner in order to prove hien capable of commit- tdtsd that crime which it was already abundantly proved that he had commit- ted. They had nothing to do with the prisoner's past life; they took 'him ulr from the moment of his perpetration of the felony that had placed him at the bar; and they would only recall the at- tention of the jury to that indestruet- ibie mass of evidence which neither the logic of the learned counsel who had just preceded him, nor the eloquence of the talented advocate who had opened the defense, had been able to move. There stood the convicting fact as firm as`aver —the prisoner discovered in the very act of assassination, with the weapon of secret murder in his hand, held arrested in the grasp of the dying man, whose very last words accused him as this as- sassin. That was the fact proved by more than a dozen eyewitnesses; the feet that could not be explained away by any ingenuity of sophistry, and upon that convincing fact the •prosecution would rest its case. And he resumed his seat. Mere Laura turned very pale, and dropped her face in her hands; but only for an instant; then, recovering her- self, she looked up in time to meet Cassinove's anxious gaze with a smile of encouragement. The judge rose to charge the jury. He summed up the evidence on both sides, characterizing that of the prosecution as strong and irrefutable testimony, and that of the 'defence as an affecting ex- pression of feeling and opinion on the part of the witnesses,- calculated rather to move the sympathies than to con- vinee the reason of the jury, whose duty it was to be guided by reason rather thtn sympathy, and to bring in their verdict in accordance with facts rather than opinions. But after hearing and well weighing the evidence of both sides of this case, if a single doubt of the pris- oner's guilt disturbed their judgment, he enjoined them, in the name of justice and humanity, to give the prisoner the benefit of the doubt. The judge resumed his seat, and the jury, in charge of the deputy sheriff, re- tired to another room, to deliberate upon their verdict. As the door closed upon the last receding figure, a dread silence fell upon the crowded court room, The shadow of the scaffold seemed to lower darkly over the scene. A. stifling asmosphere of mortality seemed to fill the room. And the prisoner and his devoted wife? How bore they this hour' of breathless, suffocating suspense? Life—death—in the trembling balance of fate! • Life—death! Oh, Godl if it should be life—what an infinite deliverance! what an overpowering, rapture of joy! But if it should be death? As the long -drawn agony of this hour grew heavier, with every slowly -passing minute, Laura become whiter, colder, and more oppressed; her face seemed marble, her hands ice, her breath gasp- ing; she was upon the verge of swoon- ing. woon- in "For the love of God, a glass of wine for my wife, quickly!" exclaimed Cassin- ove, leaning ove rthe dock, and address- ing an officer of the court. The man kindly hastened away in search of the requireu restorative, and rresently returned, bringing a glass of brandy and water—there was no wine to be got. Dr. Clark placed the glass at the lips of Laura, and forced her to swallow a few drops, after which she gently pushed it away, se.,ying: "Thank yon, it is ovet now; I will rot let my comae() fail again; no, I will not indeed, Dr. Clark. I will not, dear Cassinove." And she sat up. She needed all her firmness now, for the sullen low murmur and subdued mo- tion of the crowded court room an- nounced some vent of supreme interest on hand. She looked up, and her heart paused in. J eeeen, its pulsations; her brain reeled, and her sight failed, as she perceived the black group of the jury solemnly re-entering the court. The scene receded from her senses; the voice of the clery sounded distant and dreamy as he asked the ques- tion: "Gentlemen of the jury, have you agreed upon your vedrict1" "We have," responded the solemn voice of the foreman. "Look upon the prisoner. Prisoner, look upon the jury." Ferdinand Cassinove stood up and con- fronted the twelve men who held his fate in their hands, and fixed his eagle eyes firmly upon the face of the foreman. The clerk of arraigns spoke: "How say you, gentlemen of the jury, is the prisoner', Ferdinand Cassinove, guilty or not guilty of the felony with. which he stands charged?" There was an instant's pause, in which you might have heard the beating of the hundreds of hearts in that hall, and then the foreman, in a broken voice, dopped the word of doom: "Guilty." Than there was a woman's half - smothered shriek, and then the silence feel deeply, as before: Then the voice of the judge rose: "Ferdinand Cassinove, have you aught to urge why the sentence of the court should not be pronounced upon you?" Cassinove advanced to the front of the dock and answered: "Yes, my lord; it were unjust to one who bears my name, as well as to my own conscious integrity to let that sen- tence pass without protestation. And though what I Have to advance will not broke the breathless silence of the room. affect that sentence. in the least degree, After the sentence of death was pro - or delay my death for an hour, still, for nonoed, and before the crowd. began to.. disperse, she crept out, in a sort of hor- ror of aattizement, andbent her totter- ing steps toward. Giltspor street, mur- muring, as she went along: "'Guilty! Death. Oh, Heaven! to suspect what I suspe»r; nay, to know what I know, and to let him diel To let him •die—so young s.:• good, so guilt- less! To let him die, .h n a wordfrom me would save him! it would be mur- der! I should have ins :loath and hers, too,`for she wouhl + 'e el:Neve him, on any soul! I, too, ea e ld be a murderer should become a r • ^—deter by merely living with a murde.erl Should catch blood 'uilthiees ae one catches the plague, from contagion! It must not' be! I can- not rest as the confidante of crime! The innocent life shall not be sacrificed tlhroagh me! "But then, the tannatural horror of having to give information against—oh, my God!—against the •husband of my youth—the father of my children! But there is a law of righteousness above ail the laws of nature, and that I must obey! "This evening I will tell Lim all I know, and give him the opportunity of acting right! Them, if he does not, `I must deliver him up to justice! I must do it! It will kill me, bort I must do it!" Those who saw her reeling along the street, and muttering to herself, thought her drunk or mad. At length, half conscious of the suspi- cious glances turned toward her, the distracted woman stopped an empty haekney coach that was passing by, and entered it, telling the driver to take hed to Berwick street. It was at some dis- tance . from the Old Bailey, in the dens- est, poorest and most crowded portion of London. 'She pulled the check -string, and stop- ped the carriage at the entrance of the street. She alighted;.uaid the fare, dismissed the earriage sind proceeded on foot up the narrow and over -crowded street, ung til •'site paused before a tall, three-g"td reyed, red brick house, in rather better preservation than thos in ite immediate neighborhood. She entered this douse with a pus -key, carefully locked the door, and turned to another door on the right of the front passatge, that admit- ted. her into a suite of three rooms; the front room being the bedchamber, the middle room the parlor and the back roam, the kitchen. She laid off her bonnet and s'ha'wl in the front chemher, went into the parlor, and set the table fordinner, and then proeeecled to the I:iteken to prepare the meal, for there seemed to be neither sera vont nor child on these premises. This small, solitary woman appeared to lathe only denizen of this great, lonely house. Yet this was really not so, for .wii,en an hour had passed there was the sound of a key turning in the lock of the street door,'followocl by the outtance of a roan, who fastened the door after himself, and advanced along trhep;tssage into thepar- lor, where the little woman stood cut- ting bread. at the table. "Well, Ruth, is dinner ready?" inquir- ed the man, termite; ode drat upon a side table and sinking into an armchair. "No, Robert; the soup will need to simmer half an hour longer." "You've been out?" "Yes, Robert; I've been at the Old Batley; " "At d what the denten had you to do at the Old Bailey?" asked elle man, los• ing somewhat of tia.Iiabituai good tem* per and ,nourtesy, "I have '=r been seex•i"' ie guiltless ratan tried for willful ,�i^r' ; :C bave been "The blow has fallen, love; it is ell over!" murmured the deep -toned voice, of the young man. "Yes, it is over; we must diel Well, what matter, since we are alone in the world, and shall leave none behind to: mourn our loss. We will die!" "We, doar love?" "Yes, we, for 1 have neither the power nor the will to survive you, Cud - neve." "God give you both, sweet wife, with many years of earthly usefulness and. happiness, after this restless heart and. brain of mine shall be calmed in death." "Ah, do not pray for it, Cassinove., All that enables ire to endure this hour is the firm conviction that .I shall not survive you." The officers who,' had considerately held' back while this. little by -scene was going on between the husband and wife, now advanced to remove the prisoner. At Laura's 'urgent entreaty, Coesi- nove requested that she might be per- mitted to accompany hint to the prison, and the request was immediately grant- ed. ,; CHAPTER XXXIII. Among the spectators in the court- room, who had awaited in the greatest anxiety the result of the trial, was the poor little dark -eyed woman, whom we have known as the Widow Russel, but who was, as has since been shown, the wife of the miscreant, Thugsen. She had remained closely veiled, and carefully concealed in an obscure corner of the courtroom, whence, nnoticed, she had watched the progress of th,e trial. When•the verdiet of the jury was render- ed it was her half -smothered shriek that that lady's sake, as well as for my own, I must repeat here, at the dose of my trial, what I pleaded at its commence nient, and say that i am not guilty of the death of Sir Vincent Lester, so help me God, at this, my utmost need. That the judge and the jury have performed— conscientiously performed—their duty, in accordance with the amazing weight of the circumstantial evidence against me, I freely admit; but that the circumstan tial evidence. has misled them, into the conviction of a guiltless man, I must In.=; sist. I am guiltless of the death of Sir Vincent Lester. I said it at the com- mencement of my trial; I• say it now; I. shall say it in the hour of death, and on the day of judgment. My lord, I have done." And with a grave inclination of the head, Cassinove resumed his seat. A murmur of admiration, doubt and compassion ran through the crowd. But above this arose the voice of the crier: "Let there be silence in the court while sentence of death is pronounced upon the prisoner." And a silence like that of the grave fell upon the breathless assembly. The' judge then put on that solemn part of the judicial insignia, that badge of doom, the black velvet cap, and rose from kis seat. The prisoner was also di rectea to stand up. Cassinove once more arose, and advanced to the front of the dock: The judge addressed him: "Ferdinand Cassinove, after a careful and impartial trial, you have been con- victed by a jury of your peers of the heinous crime of willful murder. It be- comes, therefore, my painful duty to pro- nounce upon you the sentence of the law. But before passing it, I would ad- monish you that however you may in sist upon your guiltlessness, the weight of the evidence against you, and the at- rocity of the crime with which you have been convicted, leave you not the slightest hope of pardon in this world. And T implore you, in view of the short space that remains, to lose no time in seeking by repentance and confession, that Divine mercy which is never re- fused to the penitent sinnner, however darkly guilty. The sentence of the court is that you, Ferdinand Cassinove, be taken from hence to the place from whence you came and from thence to the place of execution, and be there hanged by the neck until you be dead, and may God, in His infinite goodness, have mercy on your soul." And the judge set down, overcome by his emotions. Cassinove bowed to the bench, and then turned to sec how his wife bore this decree of doom. She was standing up, pale and still, with her hands clasped, and her eyes raised to the face of her husband. The agony of suspense was past now and the calmness of death seemed already to overshadow her. pzto,:t, `w'o0E 0 42 40 ''Ya'000 x;..400 The effect of Scots Emulsion on thin, pale children is magical. It makes them plump, rosy, active, happy. It contains Cod Liver Oil, I lypophosphites , and Glycerine, to make fat, blood and bone, -0 and so put together that it is easily digested\e�"! by little folk. ALL DRUGGISTS; 50o. AND$1.00. 0121 ``�r hearing an i;ttioeent men t ondenlned to die the death of a u:urderer!", said Ruth,. solemnly. "The deuce. The jury were quick about their work! Is he sentenced!" "He is sentenced to die for a crime of which he is perfectly ineocent." "Innocent! inn oceut1 rvliat the foal fiend do you mean by harping upon that word. How the (lemon do ,you know that he is innocent?" inquired Thugsen, ang- rily. "By knowing who is • guilty," replied Ruth. "How. Whatthe d-----! Oh, the wo man has lost her wits!" exclaimed Thug- eon, hudsen, with a light laugh. ::No, Robert Thugsen, I have not lost Sly wite. Would to Heaven that I had. I know what I am saying! I know that Cassinove is innocent of the crime for which he is condemned to die, by know- ing too well who is guilty," said Ruth, solemnly. "Who the demon, then is guilty? Spueak, woman—speak at once!" ex- claimed; Thugsen, desperately, starting up end' confronting her. She arose from her seat and stood be- fore him as pale as death, firm as fate, and placing her hand upon his chest, and looking him full in the face, she said: "Robert Thugen, 'thou art the man!". He started back, appalled, as though the angel of destruction had suddenly risen before him. He gazed upon the accusing spirit, fele tering for the the words: "How? What? how the demon could you know that?" Then suddenly recov- ering his self possession and with it his consummate hypocrisy, he burst into a loud laugh. He threw himself into a chair exclaiming: "Oh, you are mad! mad as a March hair! You shall have a strait jacket and a shower bath." "Do not mock my words or your own position," she said, sinking again into her seat. But as he continued laughing and rubbing his bands as in the highest en- joyment of an excellent jest, she re- sumed, gravely: "Yes, I feel that you have a right to laugh me to scorn, a reason to despise me thoroughly, for you know that wher- ever you have been concerned I have been culpably weak, so weak, indeed as to suffer myself to be drawn into a laby- rinth of deepest guilt, not, indeed, as an active agent, for that never could have been, but as an accessory." "What can the fool mean," interrupt- ed. Thugsen. "I mean this .After the unnatural sand• nameless crime that shocked the whole civilized world from its propriety; that made you the outlaw of nature as well as of society; from the charge of which you fled the world for years, giving your- self out as "dead; after all this I had ;the folly to receive you back again; yes, though at first I fled from you, as' you had fled from your kind; though I hid my children from you, as I would have hid them from a lion or leper; al- though; fear and horror, and loathing struggled desperately with the old af- feetiote yet 'eaten yen- sought me I re- ceived you back again, and in doing so plunged my soul in the deepest guilt, by lending it with all your subsequent crimes." "Crimes, woman!" exclaimed Thugsen, sternly. "Yes, crimes. You need not glare at me with that ferocious glance. I am not frightened; I am too far gone in wretchedness for that. The stings of con science that goad me to speak as I do, and to act as I must, hurt me more than all you could say or do," said Ruth, with the firmness of despair. "What crimes are there that you dare to impute to me?" demanded Thugsen, in the low, deep stern tones of concen- trated and suppressed passion. "Tho assassination of Sir Vincent Les- ter, the cruel deception of the young Duchess of Beresleigh. the deadly peril of the guiltless Ferdinand Cassinove, about to die for your deed, and the awful sorrow of Ms innocent young wife. Heav- ily, heavily press this guilt upon my soul, and Robert Thugsen, I must east it off. Justice must be done. The inno- cent shall be cleared!" said Ruth solemn- lyWhile she spoke his aspect gradually changed. With much effort he restrained his emotions, and assumed a calmness he was far from feeling. 11'hen she had ceased to speak he said• "You have charged me with these crimes. What reason or authority have you for doing so?" "Your own words." "My own words?" "Your owe words." "What the fiend do you mean by that ?" "Robert Thugsen ,the conscience that sleeps throughout the day, awakes at night. SVlhen all your other senses are wrapped in forgetfulness, that sense of guilt remembers and raves:" "In other words, after a heavy supper, I have bad dreams, and mutter inooer- ent words in my sleep." "And upon the ramblings of an uneasy dream you would found a charge of guilt. Have you never dreamed of do- ing things that you .really never could do—flying, for instance?" lie inquired, disdainfully. "Robert, your midnight ravings are not. like the innocent fantasies of other dreamers. Nor is it only a vague 'shadow of guilt and scent of blood' that shrouds your nightly slumbers. No, ea& night you rehearse, again andlIagain all the horrors of that midnight mur- der!" cried Ruth,. shuddering• Thugsen could control the tones of his voice—but not the currents of his blood; but the deepening twilight of that som- bre room concealed the unearthly pallor of his face ,or the demonic glare of his eyes, as he inquired, in a tone of as- sumed calmness; "So I dream every night that it was T who murdered Sir Vincent Lester? And my dreams seem to be quite dramatic, worthy even of your accurate remenr - brance. Now, I always forget my dreams. no that I should like to bee" you relate this very remarkable one," (To be contimied.l AFTER DOCTORS FAILED Dr. Williams' Pinar Pills Cured a Severi Case of Anaemia and Weakness, Anaemia—poor watery blood is thee '• cause of most of the inieery which y. filets mankind. The housewife espeei ' ly falls an easy prey to It, The 1 hours and close confinement necess in •performing her household duties `a her strength. 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