Beadle's Dime Novels No. 126: Old Jupe — page 45: what you’re looking at

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AUNTIE “STICKS TO HER.” 47 Shaking her fist at the judge and jury, “ sendin’ a young creeter like that off to the state’s prison. Ifany of yous is fadders yer blood oughter run cold in yer veins. Yer all Sadducces and Pariphrase, as de Scripter says—sheep in wolf's clothing gwine about seekin’ whom ye may devour. Dar ain’t one in dis house—not one—man, woman or chile, dat’s got a heart as pure as my young missis. An’ here yer be, sendin’ her way to prison; and her husband w’at would gib his life to keep de leas’ trouble way from her, is done and gone; and yer don’t even wait for her to see him. ~ Tell yer w’at, dar’ll be some men ’round here dat)ll find derself shot and killed w’en massa does come home! Let me ’lone,” she cried, as the sheriff attempted to take her out, “let me ’lone, or T’ll scratch yer eyes out. Pm gwine to stick to her, and de hot pinchers ob Satan hisself can’t pull me ’way.” And stick to her she did. Mr. Harding wished to conduct his client to the carriage which was to take her back to jail; but Clare just lifted her young mistress in her stout arms and bore her out, as if she were a baby. | | Nobody hooted or jeered. There was something in the devotion of the old negress too sublime for ridicule, even to the coarsest of the crowd, and something in the expression of Mary’s face which restrained all rudeness, and which made Witnesses, jury and judge go to their homes with an uneasy Sense of having committed a wrong. Her persecutors had triumphed, but they felt no exultation in their victory. On the contrary, as is often the case, a revulsion of feeling took place in the condemned woman’s favor, and there were many Who said that she should have been pardoned, even if guilty, as it was not likely she would do any thing of the kind again, and she was in no fit state to be dealt with severely. She would not be in a condition to be sent to the peniten- , Uary until the first of January, in the mean time being per- mitted every comfort in the jail which her friends were able to provide. As for Mr. Miller, he went home a broken-heart- ed man. His daughter, his hope and solace, his beautiful girl, of whom he was so fond, who had ever been go gentle and dutiful, to have been dragged through sueh excitements, With only suffering and disgrace before her, was a misery ° loo great for him to bear. THis health had been failing for Comlichookskeon