Fashion and Famine Part 45
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"No, wife, you are worn out--frightened; drink some more of the coffee, by and bye all will be clear to you."
The old woman obeyed him, and drank eagerly from the cup in her hand.
Then she looked on her husband, on Julia, and the officer, as if striving to make out why they were all together in that strange place.
All at once she set down the cup and drew a heavy breath.
"I remember," she said, mournfully--"I remember now that dead man, with his open eyes and white clenched teeth; I know who he was--I knew it at first."
The officer drew a step nearer and listened, the spirit of his vocation was strong within him. There might be important evidence in her words, and for a moment the humane man was lost in the acute officer. The prisoner remarked this movement, and looked on the man with an expression of mild rebuke.
"Would you take advantage of her unsettled state, or of the words it might wring from me?" he said.
"No," answered the officer, stepping back, abashed. "No, I would not do anything of the kind, at least deliberately."
But this remonstrance had aroused distrust in the old woman, she drew close to her husband, and whispered to him--
"I cannot quite make it out, Wilc.o.x. The people--the crowd said over and over again that they were taking us to prison. This is no prison!
carpets on the floor, chairs, window blinds, all so pretty and snug, with us eating and drinking together. This is no prison, Wilc.o.x, we have not had so nice a home these ten years."
"This is only a room in the prison, not the one they will give me by and bye!" answered the old man with a faint smile, "that will be smaller yet."
"You say _me_!" said the wife, holding tight to the hand that clasped hers. "Why do you not say that the room--let it be what it will--is large enough for us both, husband? I say you did not mean that it will not hold your wife too."
The old man turned away from those earnest eyes; he could not bear the look of mingled terror and entreaty that filled them.
"Remember, Wilc.o.x, we have not spent one night apart in thirty years!"
"I know it," answered the old man with quivering lips.
"And now will you let me stay with you?"
"Ask him," said the old man, turning his face away, "ask him!"
She let go her hold of the prisoner's hand with great reluctance, and went up to the officer.
"You heard what he said, you must know what I want. We have lived together a great many years, more than your whole life. We have had trouble--great trouble, but always together. Tell me--can we stay together yet?"
"I do not know," said the man, deeply moved. "Your husband is charged with a crime that requires strict prison rules."
"I know, he is charged with murder! but you see how innocent he is,"
answered the wife, and all the holy faith, the pure, beautiful love born in her youth and strengthened in her age, kindled over those wrinkled features--"you see how innocent he is!"
The man checked a slight wave of the head, for he would not appear to doubt that old man's innocence, strong as the evidence was against him.
"You will not send me away!" said the old woman, still regarding him with great anxiety.
"I have no power--it is not for me to decide--such things have been done. In minor offences, I have known wives to remain in prison, but never in capital cases that I remember."
"But some one has the power. It is only for a little while--it cannot be for more than a week or two that they will keep him, you know."
"It may be--from my heart I hope so--but I can answer for nothing, I have no power."
"Who has the power?--what can we do?"
It was the young girl who spoke now. The entreaties of her grandmother--the tremulous voice of her grandsire, at length aroused her feelings from the icy stillness that had crept over them. The mist cleared away from her eyes, and though heavy with sleeplessness and grief, they began to kindle with aroused animation.
"No one at present, my poor girl--nothing can be done till after the examination."
Julia had drawn close to her grandmother, and grasped a fold of her faded dress with one hand. The officer could not turn his eyes from her face, so sad, so mournfully beautiful. He was about to utter some vague words of comfort, but while they were on his lips a door from the police-court opened, and a man looked through, saying in a careless, off-hand manner, "bring the old man in."
The court-room was crowded with witnesses ready to be examined, lawyers, eager for employment, and others actuated by curiosity alone, all crowded and jostled together outside the bar. As the prisoner entered, the throng grew denser, pouring in through the open door, and spreading out into the vestibule to the granite pillars, all pressing forward with strained eyes to obtain a view of one feeble old man.
They made a line for him to pa.s.s, crus.h.i.+ng against each other with their heads thrown back, and staring in the old man's face as if he had been some wild animal, till his thin hand clutched the bar. There he stood as meek as a child, with all those bright, staring eyes bent upon him. A faint crimson flush broke through the wrinkles on his forehead; and his hand stirred upon the railing with a slight s.h.i.+ver, otherwise his gentle composure was unbroken.
The crowd closed up as he pa.s.sed, but the two females clinging together, breathless and wild with fear, least they should be separated from him, pressed close upon his steps, forcing their way impetuously one moment, and looking helplessly around the next. Still resolutely following the prisoner, they won some little s.p.a.ce at each step, not once losing sight of his grey head as it moved through the sea of faces, all turned, as they thought, menacingly upon him. At length they stood close behind the old man, and, unseen by the crowd, clung to his garments with their hands.
The judge bent forward in his leathern easy-chair, and looked in the prisoner's face, not harshly, not even with sternness. Had a lighter offence been charged upon the old man, his face might have borne either of these expressions, but the very magnitude of the charge under investigation gave dignity to the judge, and true dignity is always gentle.
He stooped forward, therefore, not smiling, but kindly in look and voice, informed the prisoner of his right, and cautioned him not to criminate himself ignorantly in any answer he might make to interrogations of the court.
The old man raised his eyes, thanked the judge in a low voice, and waited.
"Your name?"
"I am known in the city as Benjamin Warren, but it is not my real name."
"What is the real name then?"
"I would rather not answer."
The old man spoke mildly, but with great firmness. The judge bent his head. A dozen pens could be heard at the reporters' desk taking down the answer. A hush was on the crowd; every man leaned forward, breathless and listening. Those even in the vestibule kept still while the old man's reply ran among them in whispers.
"Did you know the man who was found dead in your house on the nineteenth of this month?"
"Yes, I knew the man well!"
"Where and when had you met before!"
"I do not wish to answer!"
"Did you see him on the evening of the eighteenth?"
"No!"
"Did evil feeling exist between you?"
The old man turned a shade paler, and his hand shook upon the railing; he hesitated as if at a loss for words which might convey an exact answer.
"I cannot say what his feelings were--but of my own I can speak, having asked this same question of my soul many times. William Leicester had wronged me and mine--but I forgave the wrong; I had no evil feeling against him."
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