The day of the trial came. It was a bright spring day, and from an early hour in the morning the village was crowded to overflowing1 with people collected from all parts of the county. The court-room was filled to suffocation2. It was with the greatest difficulty that order could be maintained when the prisoner, in the custody3 of the high sheriff, was brought into court.
The venerable presiding judge was supposed to be unfriendly to the accused, and the State's Attorney was known to be personally, as well as officially, hostile to his interests. So strongly were the minds of the people prejudiced upon one side or the other that it was with much trouble that twelve men could be found who had not made up their opinions as to the prisoner's innocence4 or guilt5. At length, however, a jury was empaneled, and the trial commenced. When the prisoner was placed at the bar, and asked the usual question, "Guilty or not guilty?" some of the old haughtiness6 curled the lip and flashed from the eye of Thurston Willcoxen, as though he disdained7 to answer a charge so base; and he replied in a low, scornful tone:
"Not guilty, your honor."
The opening charge of the State's Attorney had been carefully prepared. Mr. Thomson had never in his life had so important a case upon his hands, and he was resolved to make the most of it. His speech was well reasoned, logical, eloquent10. To destroy in the minds of the jury every favorable impression left by the late blameless and beneficent life of Mr. Willcoxen, he did not fail to adduce, from olden history, and from later times, every signal instance of depravity, cloaked with hypocrisy11, in high places; he enlarged upon wolves in sheeps' clothing—Satan in an angel's garb12, and dolefully pointed13 out how many times the indignant question of—"Is thy servant a dog, that he should do this thing?"—had been answered by results in the affirmative. He raked up David's sin from the ashes of ages. Where was the scene of that crime, and who was its perpetrator—in the court of Israel, by the King of Israel—a man after God's own heart. Could the gentlemen of the jury be surprised at the appalling14 discovery so recently made, as if great crimes in high places were impossible or new things under the sun? He did not fail to draw a touching16 picture of the victim, the beautiful, young stranger-girl, whom they all remembered and loved—who had come, an angel of mercy, on a mission of mercy, to their shores. Was not her beauty, her genius, her goodness—by which all there had at some time been blessed—sufficient to save her from the knife of the assassin? No! as he should shortly prove. Yet all these years her innocent blood had cried to Heaven in vain; her fate was unavenged, her manes unappeased.
All the women, and all the simple-hearted and unworldly among the men, were melted into tears, very unpropitious to the fate of Thurston; tears not called up by the eloquence17 of the prosecuting18 attorney, so much as by the mere19 allusion20 to the fate of Marian, once so beloved, and still so fresh in the memories of all.
Thurston heard all this—not in the second-hand21 style with which I have summed it up—but in the first vital freshness, when it was spoken with a logic9, force, and fire that carried conviction to many a mind. Thurston looked upon the judge—his face was stern and grave. He looked upon the jury—they were all strangers, from distant parts of the county, drawn23 by idle curiosity to the scene of trial, and arriving quite unprejudiced. They were not his "peers," but, on the contrary, twelve as stolid-looking brothers as ever decided24 the fate of a gentleman and scholar. Thence he cast his eyes over the crowd in the court-room.
There were his parishioners! hoary25 patriarchs and gray-haired matrons, stately men and lovely women, who, from week to week, for many years, had still hung delighted on his discourses26, as though his lips had been touched with fire, and all his words inspired! There they were around him again! But oh! how different the relations and the circumstances! There they sat, with stern brows and averted27 faces, or downcast eyes, and "lips that scarce their scorn forbore." No eye or lip among them responded kindly28 to his searching gaze, and Thurston turned his face away again; for an instant his soul sunk under the pall15 of despair that fell darkening upon it. It was not conviction in the court he thought of—he would probably be acquitted30 by the court—but what should acquit29 him in public opinion? The evidence that might not be strong enough to doom31 him to death would still be sufficient to destroy forever his position and his usefulness. No eye, thenceforth, would meet his own in friendly confidence. No hand grasp his in brotherly fellowship.
The State's Attorney was still proceeding32 with his speech. He was now stating the case, which he promised to prove by competent witnesses—how the prisoner at the bar had long pursued his beautiful but hapless victim—how he had been united to her by a private marriage—that he had corresponded with her from Europe—that upon his return they had frequently met—that the prisoner, with the treachery that would soon be proved to be a part of his nature, had grown weary of his wife, and transferred his attentions to another and more fortune-favored lady—and finally, that upon the evening of the murder he had decoyed the unhappy young lady to the fatal spot, and then and there effected his purpose. The prosecuting attorney made this statement, not with the brevity with which it is here reported, but with a minuteness of detail and warmth of coloring that harrowed up the hearts of all who heard it. He finished by saying that he should call the witnesses in the order of time corresponding with the facts they came to prove.
"Oliver Murray will take the stand."
This, the first witness called, after the usual oath, deposed33 that he had first seen the prisoner and the deceased together in the Library of Congress; had overheard their conversation, and suspecting some unfairness on the part of the prisoner, had followed the parties to the navy yard, where he had witnessed their marriage ceremony.
"When was the next occasion upon which you saw the prisoner?"
"On the night of the 8th of April, 182-, on the coast, near Pine Bluff34. I had landed from a boat, and was going inland when I passed him. I did not see his face distinctly, but recognized him by his size and form, and peculiar35 air and gait. He was hurrying away, with every mark of terror and agitation36."
This portion of Mr. Murray's testimony37 was so new to all as to excite the greatest degree of surprise, and in no bosom38 did it arouse more astonishment39 than in that of Thurston. The witness was strictly40 cross-questioned by the counsel for the prisoner, but the cross-examination failed to weaken his testimony, or to elicit41 anything more favorable to the accused. Oliver Murray was then directed to stand aside.
The next witness was Miriam Shields. Deeply veiled and half fainting, the poor girl was led in between Colonel and Miss Thornton, and allowed to sit while giving evidence. When told to look at the prisoner at the bar, she raised her death-like face, and a deep, gasping42 sob43 broke from her bosom. But Thurston fixed44 his eyes kindly and encouragingly upon her—his look said plainly: "Fear nothing, dear Miriam! Be courageous45! Do your stern duty, and trust in God."
Miriam then identified the prisoner as the man she had twice seen alone with Marian at night. She further testified that upon the night of April 8th, 182-, Marian had left home late in the evening to keep an appointment—from which she had never returned. That in the pocket of the dress she had laid off was found the note appointing the meeting upon the beach for the night in question. Here the note was produced. Miriam identified the handwriting as that of Mr. Willcoxen.
Paul Douglass was next called to the stand, and required to give his testimony in regard to the handwriting. Paul looked at the piece of paper that was placed before him, and he was sorely tempted46. How could he swear to the handwriting unless he had actually seen the hand write it? he asked himself. He looked at his brother. But Thurston saw the struggle in his mind, and his countenance47 was stern and high, and his look authoritative48, and commanding—it said: "Paul! do not dare to deceive yourself. You know the handwriting. Speak the truth if it kill me." And Paul did so.
The next witness that took the stand was Dr. Brightwell—the good old physician gave his evidence very reluctantly—it went to prove the fact of the prisoner's absence from the deathbed of his grandfather upon the night of the reputed murder, and his distracted appearance when returning late in the morning.
"Why do you say reputed murder?"
"Because, sir, I never consider the fact of a murder established, until the body of the victim has been found."
"You may stand down."
Dr. Solomon Weismann was next called to the stand, and corroborated49 the testimony of the last witness.
Several other witnesses were then called in succession, whose testimony being only corroborative50, was not very important. And the prisoner was remanded, and the court adjourned51 until ten o'clock the next morning.
"Life will be saved, but position and usefulness in this neighborhood gone forever, Paul," said Thurston, as they went out.
"Evidence very strong—very conclusive52 to our minds, yet not sufficient to convict him," said one gentleman to another.
"I am of honest Dr. Brightwell's opinion—that the establishment of a murder needs as a starting point the finding of the body; and, moreover, that the conviction of a murderer requires an eye-witness to the deed. The evidence, so far as we have heard it, is strong enough to ruin the man, but not strong enough to hang him," said a third.
"Ay! but we have not heard all, or the most important part of the testimony. The State's Attorney has not fired his great gun yet," said a fourth, as the crowd elbowed, pushed, and struggled out of the court-room.
Those from distant parts of the county remained in the village all night—those nearer returned home to come back in the morning.
The second day of the trial, the village was more crowded than before. At ten o'clock the court opened, the prisoner was shortly afterward53 brought in, and the prosecution54 renewed its examination of witnesses. The next witness that took the stand was a most important one. John Miles, captain of the schooner55 Plover56. He deposed that in the month of April, 182-, he was mate in the schooner Blanch57, of which his father was the captain. That in said month the prisoner at the bar had hired his father's vessel58 to carry off a lady whom the prisoner declared to be his own wife; that they were to take her to the Bermudas. That to effect their object, his father and himself had landed near Pine Bluff; the night was dark, yet he soon discerned the lady walking alone upon the beach. They were bound to wait for the arrival of the prisoner, and a signal from him before approaching the lady. They waited some time, watching from their cover the lady as she paced impatiently up and down the sands. At length they saw the prisoner approaching. He was closely wrapped up in his cloak, and his hat was pulled over his eyes, but they recognized him well by his air and gait. They drew nearer still, keeping in the shadow, waiting for the signal. The lady and the prisoner met—a few words passed between them—of which he, the deponent, only heard "Thurston?" "Yes, Thurston!" and then the prisoner raised his arm and struck, and the lady fell. His father was a cautious man, and when he saw the prisoner rush up the cliff and disappear, when he saw that the lady was dead, and that the storm was beginning to rage violently and the tide was coming in, and fearing, besides, that he should get into trouble, he hurried into the boat and put off and boarded the schooner, and as soon as possible set sail for Bermuda. They had kept away from this coast for years, that is to say, as long as the father lived.
John Miles was cross-examined by Mr. Romford, but without effect.
This testimony bore fatally upon the prisoner's cause—the silence of consternation59 reigned60 through the crowd.
Thurston Willcoxen, when he heard this astounding61 evidence, first thought that the witness was perjured63, but when he looked closely upon his open, honest face, and fearless eye and free bearing, he saw that no consciousness of falsehood was there and he could but grant that the witness, naturally deceived by "foregone conclusions," had inevitably64 mistaken the real murderer for himself.
Darker and darker lowered the pall of fate over him—the awful stillness of the court was oppressive, was suffocating65; a deathly faintness came upon him, for now, for the first time, he fully8 realized the awful doom that threatened him. Not long his nature bowed under the burden—his spirit rose to throw it off, and once more the fine head was proudly raised, nor did it once sink again. The last witness for the prosecution was called and took the stand, and deposed that he lived ten miles down the coast in an isolated66, obscure place; that on the first of May, 182-, the body of a woman had been found at low tide upon the beach, that it had the appearance of having been very long in the water—the clothing was respectable, the dress was dark blue stuff, but was faded in spots—there was a ring on the finger, but the hand was so swollen67 that it could not be got off. His poor neighbors of the coast assembled. They made an effort to get the coroner, but he could not be found. And the state of the body demanded immediate68 burial. When cross-questioned by Lawyer Romford, the witness said that they had not then heard of any missing or murdered lady, but had believed the body to be that of a shipwrecked passenger, until they heard of Miss Mayfield's fate.
Miriam was next recalled. She came in as before, supported between Colonel and Miss Thornton. Every one who saw the poor girl, said that she was dying. When examined, she deposed that Marian, when she left home, had worn a blue merino dress—and, yes, she always wore a little locket ring on her finger. Drooping69 and fainting as she was, Miriam was allowed to leave the court-room. This closed the evidence of the prosecution.
The defense70 was taken up and conducted with a great deal of skill. Mr. Romford enlarged upon the noble character his client had ever maintained from childhood to the present time—they all knew him—he had been born and had ever lived among them—what man or woman of them all would have dared to suspect him of such a crime? He spoke22 warmly of his truth, fidelity71, Christian72 zeal73, benevolence74, philanthropy and great public benefits.
I have no space nor time to give a fair idea of the logic and eloquence with which Mr. Romford met the charges of the State's Attorney, nor the astute75 skill with which he tried to break down the force of the evidence for the prosecution. Then he called the witnesses for the defense. They were all warm friends of Mr. Willcoxen, all had known him from boyhood, none would believe that under any possible circumstances he could commit the crime for which he stood indicted76. They testified to his well-known kindness, gentleness and benevolence—his habitual77 forbearance and command of temper, even under the most exasperating78 provocations—they swore to his generosity79, fidelity and truthfulness81 in all the relations of life. In a word, they did the very best they could to save his life and honor—but the most they could do was very little before the force of such evidence as stood arrayed against him. And all men saw that unless an alibi82 could be proved, Thurston Willcoxen was lost! Oh! for that alibi. Paul Douglass was again undergoing an awful temptation. Why, he asked himself, why should he not perjure62 his soul, and lose it, too, to save his brother's life and honor from fatal wrong? And if there had not been in Paul's heart a love of truth greater than his fear of hell, his affection for Thurston would have triumphed, he would have perjured himself.
The defense here closed. The State's Attorney did not even deem it necessary to speak again, and the judge proceeded to charge the jury. They must not, he said, be blinded by the social position, clerical character, youth, talents, accomplishments83 or celebrity84 of the prisoner—with however dazzling a halo these might surround him. They must deliberate coolly upon the evidence that had been laid before them, and after due consideration of the case, if there was a doubt upon their minds, they were to let the prisoner have the full benefit of it—wherever there was the least uncertainty85 it was right to lean to the side of mercy.
The case was then given to the jury. The jury did not leave their box, but counseled together in a low voice for half an hour, during which a death-like silence, a suffocating atmosphere filled the court-room.
Thurston alone was calm, his soul had collected all its force to meet the shock of whatever fate might come—honor or dishonor, life or death!
Presently the foreman of the jury arose, followed by the others.
Every heart stood still.
"Gentlemen of the jury, have you agreed upon your verdict?" demanded the judge.
"Yes, your honor," responded the foreman, on the part of his colleagues.
"How say you—is the prisoner at the bar 'Guilty or not guilty?'"
"Not guilty!" cried the shrill86 tones of a girl near the outer door, toward which all eyes, in astonishment and inquiry87, were now turned, to see a slight female figure, in the garb of a Sister of Mercy, clinging to the arm of Cloudesley Mornington, and who was now pushing and elbowing his way through the crowd toward the bench.
All gave way—many that were seated arose to their feet, and spoke in eager whispers, or looked over each others' heads.
"Order! silence in the court!" shouted the marshal.
"Your honor—this lady is a vitally important witness for the defense," said Cloudy, pushing his way into the presence of the judge, leaving his female companion standing88 before the bench and then hurrying to the dock, where he grasped the hand of the prisoner, exclaiming, breathlessly: "Saved—Thurston! Saved!"
"Order! silence!" called out the marshal, by way of making himself agreeable—for there was silence in the court, where all the audience at least were more anxious to hear than to speak.
"Your honor, I move that the new witness be heard," said Mr. Romford.
"The defense is closed—the charge given to the jury, who have decided upon their verdict," answered the State's Attorney.
"The verdict has not been rendered, the jury have the privilege of hearing this new witness," said the judge.
This being decided, the Sister of Mercy took the stand, threw aside her long, black veil, and revealed the features of Jacquelina; but so pale, weary, anxious and terrified, as to be scarcely recognizable.
The usual oath was administered.
And while Cloudy stood triumphantly90 by the side of Mr. Willcoxen,
Jacquelina prepared to give her evidence.
She was interrupted by a slight disturbance91 near the door, and the rather noisy entrance of several persons, whom the crowd, on beholding92, recognized as Commodore Waugh, his wife, his niece, and his servant. Some among them seemed to insist upon being brought directly into the presence of the judge and jury—but the officer near the door pointed out to them the witness on the stand, waiting to give testimony; and on seeing her they subsided93 into quietness, and suffered themselves to be set aside for a while.
When this was over—a lady, plainly dressed, and close-veiled, entered, and addressed a few words to the same janitor94. But the latter replied as he had to the others, by pointing to the witness on the stand. The veiled lady seemed to acquiesce95, and sat down where the officer directed her.
"Order! silence in the court!" cried the marshal, not to be behindhand.
And order and silence reigned when the Sister gave in her evidence as follows:
"My name is Jacquelina L'Oiseau—not Grimshaw—for I never was the wife of Dr. Grimshaw. I do not like to speak further of myself, yet it is necessary, to make my testimony clear. While yet a child I was contracted to Dr. Grimshaw in a civil marriage, which was never ratified96. I was full of mischief97 in these days, and my greatest pleasure was to torment98 and provoke my would-be bridegroom; alas99! alas! it was to that wanton spirit that all the disaster is owing. Thurston Willcoxen and Marian Mayfield were my intimate friends. On the morning of the 8th of April, 182-, they were both at Luckenough. Thurston left early. After he was gone Marian chanced to drop a note, which I picked up and read. It was in the handwriting of Thurston Willcoxen, and it appointed a meeting with Marian upon the beach, near Pine Bluff, for that evening."
Here Mr. Romford placed in her hands the scrap100 of paper that had already formed such an important part of the evidence against the prisoner.
"Is that the note of which you speak?"
"Yes—that is the note. And when I picked it up the wanton spirit of mischief inspired me with the wish to use it for the torment of Dr. Grimshaw, who was easily provoked to jealously! Oh! I never thought it would end so fatally! I affected101 to lose the note, and left it in his way. I saw him pick it up and read it. I felt sure he thought—as I intended he should think—it was for me. There were other circumstances also to lead him to the same conclusion. He dropped the note where he had picked it up and pretended not to have seen it; afterwards I in the same way restored it to Marian. To carry on my fatal jest, I went home in the carriage with Marian, to Old Field Cottage, which stands near the coast. I left Marian there and set out to return to Luckenough—laughing all the time, alas! to think that Dr. Grimshaw had gone to the coast to intercept102 what he supposed to be my meeting with Thurston! Oh, God, I never thought such jests could be so dangerous! Alas! alas! he met Marian Mayfield in the dark, and between the storm without and the storm within—the blindness of night and the blindness of rage—he stabbed her before he found out his mistake, and he rushed home with her innocent blood on his hands and clothing—rushed home and into my presence, to reproach me as the cause of his crime, to fill my bosom with undying remorse103, and then to die! He had in the crisis of his passion, ruptured104 an artery105 and fell—so that the blood found upon his hands and clothing was supposed to be his own. No one knew the secret of his blood guiltiness but myself. In my illness and delirium106 that followed I believe I dropped some words that made my aunt, Mrs. Waugh, and Mr. Cloudesley Mornington, suspect something; but I never betrayed my knowledge of the dead man's unintentional crime, and would not do so now, but to save the innocent. May I now sit down?"
No! the State's Attorney wanted to take her in hand, and cross-examine her, which he began to do severely107, unsparingly. But as she had told the exact truth, though not in the clearest style, the more the lawyer sifted108 her testimony, the clearer and more evident its truthfulness and point became; until there seemed at length nothing to do but acquit the prisoner. But courts of law are proverbially fussy109, and now the State's Attorney was doing his best to invalidate the testimony of the last witness.
Turn we from them to the veiled lady, where she sat in her obscure corner of the room, hearing all this.
Oh! who can conceive, far less portray110 the joy, the unspeakable joy that filled her heart nearly to breaking! He was guiltless! Thurston, her beloved, was guiltless in intention, as he was in deed! the thought of crime had not been near his heart! his long remorse had been occasioned by what he had unintentionally made her suffer. He was all that he had lately appeared to the world! all that he had at first appeared to her!—faithful, truthful80, constant, noble, generous—her heart was vindicated111! her love was not the madness, the folly112, the weakness that her intellectual nature had often stamped it to be! Her love was vindicated, for he deserved it all! Oh! joy unspeakable—oh! joy insupportable!
She was a strong, calm, self-governing woman—not wont113 to be overcome by any event or any emotion—yet now her head, her whole form, drooped114 forward, and she sank upon the low balustrade in front of her seat—weighed down by excess of happiness—happiness so absorbing that for a time she forgot everything else; but soon she remembered that her presence was required near the bench, to put a stop to the debate between the lawyers, and she strove to quell115 the tumultuous excitement of her feelings, and to recover self-command before going among them.
In the meantime, near the bench, the counsel for the prisoner had succeeded in establishing the validity of the challenged testimony, and the case was once more about to be recommitted to the jury, when the lady, who had been quietly making her way through the crowd toward the bench, stood immediately in front of the judge, raised her veil, and Marian Mayfield stood revealed.
With a loud cry the prisoner sprang upon his feet; but was immediately captured by two officers, who fancied he was about to escape.
Marian did not speak one word, she could not do so, nor was it necessary—there she stood alive among them—they all knew her—the judge, the officers, the lawyers, the audience—there she stood alive among them—it was enough!
The audience arose in a mass, and "Marian!" "Marian Mayfield!" was the general exclamation117, as all pressed toward the newcomer.
Jacquelina, stunned118 with the too sudden joy, swooned in the arms of Cloudy, who, between surprise and delight, had nearly lost his own senses.
The marshal forgot to be disorderly with vociferations of "Order!" and stood among the rest, agape for news.
Marian recovered her voice and spoke:
"I am not here to give any information; what explanation I have to make is due first of all to Mr. Willcoxen, who has the right to claim it of me when he pleases," and turning around she moved toward the dock, raising her eyes to Thurston's face, and offering her hand.
How he met that look—how he clasped that hand—need not be said—their hearts were too full for speech.
The tumult116 in the court-room was at length subdued121 by the rising of the judge to make a speech—a very brief one:
"Mr. Willcoxen is discharged, and the court adjourned," and then the judge came down from his seat, and the officers cried, "make way for the court to pass." And the way was made. The judge came up to the group, and shook hands first with Mr. Willcoxen, whom he earnestly congratulated, and then with Marian, who was an old and esteemed122 acquaintance, and so bowing gravely, he passed out.
Still the crowd pressed on, and among them came Commodore Waugh and his family, for whom way was immediately made.
Mrs. Waugh wept and smiled, and exclaimed: "Oh! Hebe! Oh! Lapwing!"
The commodore growled123 out certain inarticulate anathemas124, which he intended should be taken as congratulations, since the people seemed to expect it of him.
And Mary L'Oiseau pulled down her mouth, cast up her eyes and crossed herself when she saw the consecrated125 hand of Sister Theresa clasped in that of Cloudy!
But Thurston's high spirit could not brook126 this scene an instant longer. And love as well as pride required its speedy close. Marian was resting on his arm—he felt the clasp of her dear hand—he saw her living face—the angel brow—the clear eyes—the rich auburn tresses, rippling127 around the blooming cheek—he heard her dulcet128 tones—yet—it seemed too like a dream!—he needed to realize this happiness.
"Friends," he said, "I thank you for the interest you show in us. For those whose faith in me remained unshaken in my darkest hour, I find no words good enough to express what I shall ever feel. But you must all know how exhausting this day has been, and how needful repose129 is"—his eyes here fell fondly and proudly upon Marian—"to this lady on my arm. After to-morrow we shall be happy to see any of our friends at Dell-Delight." And bowing slightly from right to left, he led his Marian through the opening crowd.
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