Beadle's Dime Novels No. 126: Old Jupe — page 44: what you’re looking at

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46 OLD JUPE. could render it. His heart was in the cause, and he defended his client with ali the skill of which he was capable, clinging to the one statement, that she was the victim of a. conspiracy. He could not prove it, but he hoped and prayed that the Su- preme Judge of all Judges, the wise Ruler of the Universe would never permit so great a wrong to be done the innocent ; if his client were falsely condemned, the time would come when the men in the jury-box, the judge on the bench, and the people who listened to him, would feel their hearts. sink with remorse at thought of their unjust persecution of one so young, so tender, so little able to bear their harshness. __ The result seemed certain from the first. No one expected the jury to be out long, and they were not. In half an hour after receiving their charge, they returned with a verdict of “QUILTY.” Yet, in all that multitude, many of whom had — labored to bring about this result, and desired to see it—some of them were rough, hardened men from barges and seows and village tayerns—not one was so brutal as to raise a shout of applause. Only one sound broke the silence, and that was the groan which came from the father’s lips, as he turned and looked upon his daughter. He was acquitted, nothing having been proved against him, and it being the general inference that Mary and Luke were in league with a band, but that Miller had no knowledge of their doings. Four years’ imprisonment in the state penitentiary was the sentenced passed upon Mary by the judge. ‘ Ten years,’ he said, “ would have been the doom of any man who had com- mitted.a similar crime. But she was young, and he could not find it in his heart to withold from her the inducement to do better; she was young, an! a woman, and he made her sentence compaiatively light. » She listened, like one in a dream, whispering to herself, “Tf Luke were only here! if Luke were only here.” Before any one had recovered from the temporary silence which had fallen, there was a tumult at the door, Auntie Clare fought and scratched her way through the dense crowd until she found herself by the side of her young mistress, when she glared upon the crowd like an angry tigress, bereft of its young. “Yer oughter be ’fr aid to sleep in yer beds,” she screamed, CoOmicooks.con — —