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EARLE WAYNE'S NOBILITY

"Brownie's Triumph," "Virgie's Inheritance," "Nora," "Trixy," "Stella Rosevelt," "Wedded by Fate," Etc.

A. L. BURT COMPANY PUBLISHERS NEW YORK

Renewal Granted to Mrs. Georgie Sheldon Downs 1908

EARLE WAYNE'S NOBILITY

EARLE WAYNE'S NOBILITY

"Guilty!"

The deep, sonorous voice of the foreman of the jury sounded out upon the solemn stillness of the crowded court-room like the knell of doom.

And doom it was, and to one who never consciously committed a mean act in all his life.

The effect which that one word produced was marked.

There was a rustle of excitement and disapproval among the crowd, while deep-drawn sighs and expressions of sorrow showed that sympathy was strong for the prisoner at the bar, who for the last hour, while the jury was absent to decide upon the verdict, had sat with bent head and listless attitude, as if wearied out with the bitter trial to which he had been subjected.

Now, however, as he had been commanded "to look upon the jury," his head was proudly lifted, revealing an exceedingly intelligent and handsome face, and a pair of fine dark eyes met those of the foreman unflinchingly while the least smile of scorn and bitterness disturbed the firm, strong mouth, showing that he had believed he had not much to hope for from him.

As the word was spoken which sealed his fate, a gray pallor settled over his face, and he dropped into his former attitude; otherwise he betrayed no sign of emotion.

Then something occurred which very seldom occurs in a crowded court-room.

A low cry of pain not far from the prisoner made every eye turn that way, and made him shiver as with a sudden chill.

A tender, sorrowful gleam crept into his dark eyes, the proud lips unbent and trembled slightly, and a heavy sigh heaved his broad chest.

The next moment a slender, girlish form started up from her seat, and a fair, flushed face was turned with eloquent pleading toward the grave judge, sitting like a statue in his chair of state, while an earnest, quivering voice rang out:

The old man's face lost its habitual sternness for a moment, and his own eyes softened almost to tenderness, as he caught the sweet tones, and turned to look upon her, so beautiful in her appealing attitude.

It was not often that a culprit found one so earnest and beautiful to plead his cause. The able lawyer who had had charge of the case for the young man, with all his eloquence, had not moved him as did this fair maiden, with her flushed, pained face, her pleading eyes, her outstretched hands.

A murmur of sympathy sounded again throughout the room, and a wave of regret swept over the judge's heart as he turned from the girl to the prisoner, feeling himself more than half convinced of the truth of her words, as he marked again the noble face and the honest expression of the clear, unflinching eyes.

But some one pulled Editha Dalton hastily back into the chair from which she had arisen, and a stern voice uttered in her ear:

The judge's keen ears caught the words, and his sharp eyes wandered again from her to the prisoner, a shade of uneasiness in their glance. He marked the pallor that had overspread his face, making him almost ghastly; the yearning, troubled look in the eyes now fixed so sadly upon the weeping girl; the firmly compressed lips and clenched hands, which told of a mighty effort at self-control and something whispered within him that the jury was at fault--that the evidence, though so clear and conclusive, was at fault and, since there could be no reprieve, to make the sentence as light as possible.

"Prisoner at the bar, stand up," he said, and Earle Wayne instant arose.

Tall, manly, and with conscious dignity, he confronted the judge to receive his sentence, his eye never faltering, his face calm and proud, though still exceedingly pale.

"You have heard the verdict of the jury--have you anything to say?"

That was all; but the firm, unfaltering words seemed to carry conviction with them, and even the jury began to look grave and troubled, as if they, too, feared they had convicted an innocent man.

A mighty sigh burst from the multitude, as if it had come from a single breast, as he ceased, and then a hush like death pervaded the room. It was the best the judge could do, and the very least they could expect; but it was sad to see a promising young man of twenty condemned to penal servitude for a term of years, be it ever so few.

The prisoner received it with the same calmness that had characterized him throughout the trial, only a slight quivering of the eyelids showing that he had heeded the words at all.

A moment of utter silence pervaded the room after the sentence was pronounced, the court was dismissed, and then the curious but sympathetic rabble went its way.

But, with winged feet, a slight form darted forward from the crowd, and, almost before he was aware of her presence, Editha Dalton was beside the prisoner, her pained, quivering face upraised to his.

She seized his hand in both of hers, she laid her hot, flushed cheek upon it, and sobbed:

"Hush, Edie--Miss Dalton. You have done perfectly right, and I have nothing to forgive."

The young man spoke kindly, soothingly, but a sudden flush mounted to his brow, and the hot cheek against his hand thrilled him with a bitter pain.

She stopped suddenly and shuddered, sobbing bitterly.

She could not speak the obnoxious word.

A glad light leaped into the young man's eyes, and illuminated his whole face for the moment, at these words.

He stopped short--he could not finish the miserable sentence.

His sudden pause reminded the young girl anew of what was to come.

"Hush, my little friend!" he said, bending nearer and speaking with deep tenderness; "your sympathy is very sweet and comforting to me, but it will unman me if I see you suffer so on my account."

"Then I will be calm. I am thoughtless to wound you, when you have so much to bear already," she interrupted, choking back the sobs that heaved her breast, and making an effort to be calm.

His lip trembled slightly as her blue eyes met his, so full of sympathy and sorrow.

"Yes, that is allowed, I believe."

"Then I shall send you something as often as I can; and you will be comforted a little, will you not, Earle, if you know you are remembered?" she asked, anxiously.

"Indeed I shall," he said, deeply touched. "If I receive a flower, a book, a paper, even, I shall be greatly cheered."

"You shall have them. Every week I will send you something, and you will know that there is one true friend who has faith in you," she said, eagerly.

"God bless you, Miss Dalton. You are a little comforter, and my heart is lighter already. I have another friend--your uncle; he has been very kind, and has fought hard for me."

"I shall ever have cause to remember him gratefully. He did not give me much encouragement regarding the issue of the case--the evidence was so strong against me--and as we could get no clew to the real culprit, he feared the worst. But he promised to help me in my studies, should the case go against me, so that I may be ready for the bar when the term expires. So you see that things are not quite so dark as they might be," Earle said, trying to speak hopefully.

Editha sighed.

The future looked dark enough at the best, she thought.

"If we could but have had more time--if you might only have another trial. Could you not have appealed, Earle?" she asked.

He shook his head sadly.

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