dead body. He despatched one for a surgeon,
and ordered another to have his carriage ready.
The wounded men were brought in to receive
medical treatment.

Then, turning to one of the unfortunate
party, he said:

"Of course this affair will require a legal
investigation. My carriage is prepared. Please
ride over to Squire Hemenway, the coroner;
ask him to have a jury summoned, and say that
I and the witnesses are ready."

"While waiting for the coroner, Colonel
Barwell took his daughter aside and said,

"You must not blame me, Celia. I had
information last night of their coming, in violation
of agreement, to tear you from me by force.
You are my child, and the law gives me the
right to protect you and to defend my house
from violence. You were not his wife, and he
had no claim upon you, even if he had come
with an officer instead of a party of armed
desperadoes. And remember—for possibly I
may not be allowed to give bail, but may have
to be imprisoned until the trial comes on—
remember, I say, that you saw Manley's hand on
a revolver under his cloak as he came through
the gate."

What she saw, or what she remembered or
said, rests with her. I only give the facts that
were brought out at the trial. Miss Celia, in
a very distinct voice, then testified as her father
wished, and, upon cross-examination, she
admitted the conversation I have just recorded.

The coroner sat. A magistrate to whom the
homicide surrendered himself bound him over
to the next term of court. The colonel gave
bail and went at large, as stately in his carriage,
as proud and defiant, or as gracious and agreeable,
as he had ever been. The day he was
admitted to bail, he came to Barrington, and
engaged counsel for the defence: among them,
myself. It was my first important case, and I
threw all my energies into its preparation. Of
course I saw much of the colonel and of his
daughter. The conflict in her mind was over.
Her lover was in his grave; her father was in
danger; and she was more drawn to the living
than the dead. Perhaps in some little nook of
her heart (if she had one) she preserved a
recollection of the man who had paid for his love
with his life; but, for all that I could discern,
Manley was as dead to her as though he had
never existed.

I shall not report the trial, nor the speeches
(two for the prosecution and four for the de-
fence). My own speech, carefully written out,
and rehearsed to an attentive audience of black-
jacks half a mile out of town, is still on my files,
endorsed

COMMONWEALTH OF KENTUCKY
                           vs.
                 JAMES BARWELL,
       Under Indictment for Murder.
      Argument of W. T. for Defence.

Of course our client was acquitted. Who
ever knew a Kentucky jury to convict where
they believed there was "a fair fight?"

Cockburn and the Manleys railed at the jury,
as might have been expected; but a one-armed
man might talk as much as he chose, since he
could not take up the quarrel; and as for the
Manleys, what matter was it what a set of poor
"no-account" waggon-makers said?

"And Miss Celia?" She is married to a
thriving planter in Tennessee. "Her father?"
Lives on his estate, comfortable and respected.

"No poetical justice, then?" Not a particle.

I do not practise in Kentucky now; this trial,
and a few others in which I was concerned, gave
me some food for reflection. I confess to a preference
for dying in my bed like a Christian, and
I have too keen a sense of the value of my
existence to be ready to risk it for the sake of a
client, who may not pay me after all. I don't
desire to be pounded with hickory canes wielded
at the court-house door, by witnessess wrathful
at having been cross-examined. And, though I
might have continued to steer clear of difficulties
by caution and suavity, I thought it best to
plant myself where "difficulties" are not quite
so common.

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