whole, whether intentionally or unintentionally, unfavourable to
her husband.

"Some anxiety was felt during the morning session that an
adjournment would have to be called, owing to some slight signs of
indisposition on the part of the presiding judge. But he rallied
very speedily, and the proceedings continued without
interruption."

"Ah!"

The exclamation escaped the lips of Deborah Scoville as she laid
this clipping aside. "I remember his appearance well. He had the
ghost of one of those attacks, the full force of which I was a
witness to this morning. I am sure of this now, though nobody
thought of it then. I happened to glance his way as I left the
stand, and he was certainly for one minute without consciousness
of himself or his surroundings. But it passed so quickly it drew
little attention; not so, the attack of to-day. What a misfortune
rests upon this man. Will they let him continue on the bench when
his full condition is known?" These were her thoughts, as she
recalled that day and compared it with the present.

There were other slips, which she read but which we may pass by.
The fate of the prisoner was in the hands of a jury. The
possibility suggested by the defence made no appeal to men who had
the unfortunate prisoner under their eye at every stage of the
proceedings. The shifty eye, the hang-dog look, outweighed the
plea of his counsel and the call for strict impartiality from the
bench. He was adjudged guilty of murder in the first degree, and