the loving solicitude of
Mrs. Singleton was permitted to penetrate her seclusion, or share her
dreary vigil. Another sleepless night dragged its leaden hours to meet
the dawn, bringing no rest to the desolate soul, who silently grappled
with fate, while every womanly instinct shuddered at the loathsome
degradation forced upon her. Face downward on her hard, narrow cot, she
recalled the terrible accusations, the opprobrious epithets, and
tearless, convulsive sobs of passionate protest shook her from head to
foot.

Tortured with indignation and shame, at the insults heaped upon her,
yet sternly resolved to endure silently, these nights were veritable
stations along her Via Dolorosa; and fortified her for the daily
flagellation in front of the jury-box.

On Thursday a slow, sleeting rain enveloped the world in a gray cowl,
bristling with ice needles; yet when Judge Parkman took his seat at
nine o'clock, there was a perceptible increase in the living mass,
packed in every available inch of space.

For the first time, Mr. Dunbar's seat between his colleagues was
vacant; and Mr. Churchill and Mr. Wolverton were conversing in an
animated whisper.

Clad in mourning garments, and with a long crape veil put back from her
face, the prisoner was escorted to her accustomed place; and braced by
a supreme effort for the critical hour, which she felt assured was at
hand, her pale set features gleamed like those of a marble statue
shrouded in black.

Called to the stand, Simon Frisby testified that "he was telegraph
operator, and night train despatcher for railway in X--. On October the
twenty-sixth, had just gone on duty at 8 P.M. at the station, when
prisoner came in, and sent a telegram to New York. A copy of that
message had been surrendered to the District Solicitor. Witness had
remained all night in his office, which adjoined the ladies'
waiting-room, and his attention having been attracted by the unusual
fact that it was left open and lighted, he had twice gone to the door
and looked in, but saw no one. Thought the last inspection was about
two o'clock, immediately after he had sent a message to the conductor
on train No. 4. Saw prisoner when she came in, a half hour later, and
heard the conversation between her and Burk, the station agent. Was
very positive prisoner could not have been in the ladies' waiting-room
during the severe storm."

Mr. Churchill read aloud the telegram addressed to Mrs. Ignace
Brentano: "Complet