arge of bigamy the court house yard and the corridors were full of
people, but, strange to say, the _court room_ in which the trial was to
take place, though open, was not occupied. The crowds thus far were
composed of Negroes and white people in the middle walks of life, who
looked upon the forthcoming trial as a 'big folks'' affair and, as if by
agreement, the court room was spared for the occupancy of the elite. As
the hour for the trial drew near the carriages and automobiles of the
upper classes began to arrive. Each arrival would come in for a share of
the attention of the middle classes and the distinguishing feature of
each personage was told in whispers from one to another.

When the carriage of the Hon. H. G. Volrees rolled up to the court house
gate silence fell upon the multitude and those on the walk leading to
the court house door fell back and let him pass. His face wore a solemn,
determined look and the common verdict was, "No mercy there. A fight to
a finish."

The court room was now fairly well filled with Almaville notables, and
the plain people now crowded in to get seats as best they could or to
occupy standing room. Almost the last carriage to arrive was that
containing Eunice. The curtains to the carriage were drawn so that no
one in it could be seen until the door was opened. Eunice and her
lawyers stepped out and quickly closed the door behind them. Contrary to
the expectations of many, she wore no veil and each person in the great
throng was highly gratified at an opportunity to scrutinize her features
thoroughly. A way was made for her through the great throng and she
walked to the prisoner's seat holding to the arm of her lawyer.

The case was called, a jury secured, and the examination of witnesses
entered into. The first witness on the part of the State was the Hon. H.
G. Volrees himself. As he took the witness chair a bustle was heard in
the room. The people in the aisle were trying to squeeze themselves
together more tightly to allow a man to pass who was leading a little
six-year-old boy, who had just been taken from the carriage which had
brought Eunice to the trial. "Make room, please. I am taking her son to
her," the man would say, and the crowd would fall away as best it could.

The Hon. H. G. Volrees had opened his mouth to begin his testimony when
he noticed that his attorney, the opposing counsel, the judge and the
officers of the court had turned their eyes toward the prisoner'