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At Length The Dreaded Day Was Over, The Trial Was At An End, And, In
Spite Of Every Effort Made, Jerrem Condemned To Die. The Hopes Raised By
The Knowledge Of Adam'S Escape Seemed Crowned With Success When, To The
Court'S Dismay, It Was Announced That The Prisoner'S Accuser Could Not
Be Produced: He Had Mysteriously Disappeared The Evening Before, And In
Spite Of A Most Vigorous Search Was Nowhere To Be Found. But, With Minds
Already Resolved To Make This Hardened Smuggler'S Fate A Warning And
Example To All Such As Should Henceforth Dare The Law, One Of The
Cutter'S Crew, Wrought Upon By The Fear Lest Jerrem Should Escape And
Baffle The Vengeance They Had Vowed To Take, Was Got To Swear That
Jerrem Was The Man Who Fired The Fatal Shot; And Though It Was Shown
That The Night Was Dark And Recognition Next To Impossible, This
Evidence Was Held Conclusive To Prove The Crime, And Nothing Now
Remained But To Condemn The Culprit. The Judge'S Words Came Slowly
Forth, Making The Stoutest There Shrink Back And Let That Arrow From The
Bow Of Death Glance By And Set Its Mark On Him Upon Whose Face The Crowd
Now Turned To Gaze.
"Can It Be That He Is Stunned? Or Is He Hardened?"
For Jerrem Stands All Unmoved And Calm While, Dulled By The Sound Of
Rushing Waters, The Words The Judge Has Said Come Booming Back And Back
Again. A Sickly Tremor Creeps Through Every Limb And Makes It Nerveless;
A Sense Of Growing Weight Presses The Flesh Down As A Burden On The
Fainting Spirit; One Instant A Thousand Faces, Crowding Close, Keep Out
The Air; The Next, They Have All Receded Out Of Sight Back Into Misty
Space, And He Is Left Alone, With All Around Faded And Grown Confused
And All Beneath Him Slipping And Giving Way. Suddenly A Sound Rouses Him
Back To Life: A Voice Has Smote His Ear And Cleaved His Inmost Soul; And
Lifting His Head His Eyes Are Met By Sight Of Joan, Who With A Piercing
Shriek Has Fallen Back, Deathlike And Pale, In Reuben'S Outstretched
Arms.
Then Jerrem Knows That Hope Is Past And He Must Die, And In One Flash
His Fate, In all Its Misery And Shame, Stands Out Before Him, And
Reeling He Totters, To Sink Down Senseless And Be Carried Off To That
Dismal Cell Allotted To Those Condemned To Death; While Reuben, As Best
He Can, Manages To Get Joan Out Of Court And Into The Open Air, Where
She Gradually Comes Back To Life Again And Is Able To Listen To Such
Poor Comfort As Reuben'S Sad Heart Can Find To Give Her. For By Reason
Of Those Eventful Circumstances Which Serve To Cement Friendships By
Suddenly Overthrowing The Barriers Time Must Otherwise Gradually Wear
Away, Reuben May And Joan Hocken Have (In The Week Which Has Intervened
Between Her Arrival And This Day Of Trial) Become More Intimate And
Thoroughly Acquainted Than If In an Ordinary Way They Had Known Each
Other For Years. A Stranger In a Large City, With Not One Familiar Face
To Greet Her, Who Does Not Know The Terrible Feeling Of Desolation Which
Made Poor Joan Hurry Through The Crowded Streets, Shrinking Away From
Their Bustle And Throng Toward Reuben, The One Person She Had To Turn To
For Sympathy, Advice, Assistance And Consolation? With That Spirit Of
Perfect Trust Which Her Own Large Heart Gave Her The Certain Assurance
Of Receiving, Joan Placed Implicit Reliance In all Reuben Said And Did;
And Seeing This, And Receiving An Inward Satisfaction From The Sight,
Reuben Involuntarily Slipped Into A Familiarity Of Speech And Manner
Very Opposed To The Stiff Reserve He Usually Maintained Toward
Strangers.
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Ten Days Were Given Before The Day On Which Jerrem Was To Die, And
During This Time, Through The Various Interests Raised In His Behalf, No
Restriction Was Put Upon The Intercourse Between Him And His Friends; So
That, Abandoning Everything For The Poor Soul'S Welfare, Reuben, Joan
And Jerrem Spent Hour After Hour In The Closest Intercourse. Happily, In
Times Of Great Extremity The Power Of Realizing Our Exact Situation Is
Mostly Denied To Us; And In The Case Of Joan And Jerrem, Although
Surrounded By The Terrors And Within The Outposts Of That Dreaded End,
It Was Nothing Unfrequent To Hear A Sudden Peal Of Laughter, Which Often
Would Have As Sudden An End In a Great Burst Of Tears.
To Point To Hopes And Joys Beyond The Grave When Every Thought Is
Centred And Fixed On This Life'S Interests And Keen Anxieties Is But A
Fruitless, Vain Endeavor; And Reuben Had To Try And Rest Contented In
The Assurance Of Jerrem'S Perfect Forgiveness And Good-Will To All Who
Had Shown Him Any Malice Or Ill-Feeling--To Draw Some Satisfaction From
The Unselfish Love He Showed To Joan And The Deep Gratitude He Now
Expressed To Uncle Zebedee.
What Would Become Of Them? He Often Asked When Some Word Of Joan'S
Revealed The Altered Aspect Of Their Affairs; And Then, Overcome By The
Helplessness Of Their Forlorn Condition, He Would Entreat Reuben To
Stand By Them--Not To Forget Joan, Not To Forsake Her. And Reuben,
Strangely Moved By Sight Of This Poor Giddy Nature'S Overwrought
Emotion, Would Try To Calm Him With The Ready Assurance That While He
Lived Joan Should Never Want A Friend, And, Touched By His Words, The
Two Would Clasp His Hands Together, Telling Each Other Of All The
Kindness He Had Showed Them, Praying God Would Pay Him Back In blessings
For His Goodness. Nor Were Theirs The Only Lips Which Spoke Of Gratitude
To Reuben May: His Name Had Now Become Familiar To Many Who Through His
Means Were Kept From Being Ignorant Of The Sad Fate Which Awaited Their
Boon Companion, Their Prime Favorite, The Once Madcap, Rollicking
Jerrem--The Last One, As Joan Often Told Reuben, Whom Any In Polperro
Would Have Fixed On For Evil To Pursue Or Misfortune To Overtake, And
About Whom All Declared There Must Have Been "A Hitch In The Block
Somewheres, As Fate Never Intended That Ill-Luck Should Pitch Upon
Jerrem." The Repetition Of Their Astonishment, Their Indignation And
Their Sympathy Afforded The Poor Fellow The Most Visible Satisfaction,
Harassed As He Was Becoming By One Dread Which Entirely Swallowed Up The
Thought And Fear Of Death. This Ghastly Terror Was The Then Usual
Consignment Of A Body After Death To The Surgeons For Dissection; And
The Uncontrollable Trepidation Which Would Take Possession Of Him Each
Time This Hideous Recollection Forced Itself Upon Him, Although
Unaccountable To Reuben, Was Most Painful For Him To Witness. What
Difference Could It Make What Became Of One'S Body After Death? Reuben
Would Ask Himself, Puzzled To Fathom That Wonderful Tenderness Which
Some Natures Feel For The Flesh Which Embodies Their Attractions. But
Jerrem Had Felt A Passing Love For His Own Dear Body: Vanity Of It Had
Been His Ruling Passion, Its Comeliness His Great Glory--So Much So That
Even Now A Positive Satisfaction Would Have Been His Could He Have
Pictured Himself Outstretched And Lifeless, With Lookers-On Moved To
Compassion By The Dead Grace Of His Winsome Face And Slender Limbs.
Joan, Too, Was Caught By The Same Infection. Not To Lie Whole And Decent
In One'S Coffin! Oh, It Was An Indignity Too Terrible For Contemplation;
And Every Time They Were Away From Jerrem She Would Beset Reuben With
Entreaties And Questions As To What Could Be Done To Avoid The
Volume 26 Title 1 (Lippincott'S Magazine Of Popular Literature And Science) Pg 24Catastrophe.
The One Plan He Knew Of Had Been Tried--And Tried, Too, With Repeated
Success--And This Was The Engaging Of A Superior Force To Wrest The Body
From The Surgeon'S Crew, A Set Of Sturdy Miscreants With Whom To Do
Battle A Considerable Mob Was Needed; But, With Money Grown Very Scarce
And Time So Short, The Thing Could Not Be Managed, And Reuben Tried To
Tell Joan Of Its Impossibility While They Two Were Walking To A Place In
Which It Had Been Agreed They Should Find Some One With A Message From
Eve, Who, Together With Adam, Was In Hiding On Board The Vessel Captain
Triggs Had Spoken Of. But Instead Of The Messenger Eve Herself Arrived,
Having Ventured This Much With The Hope Of Hearing Something That Would
Lessen Adam'S Despair And Grief At Learning The Fate Of Jerrem.
"Ah, Poor Sawl!" Sighed Joan As Eve Ended Her Dismal Account Of Adam'S
Sad Condition: "'Tis Only What I Feared To Hear Of. But Tell Un, Eve, To
Lay It To His Heart That Jerrem'S Forgived Un Every Bit, And Don'T Know
What It Is To Hold A Grudge To Adam; And If I Speak Of Un, He Says,
'Why, Doan'T I Know It Ain'T Through He, But 'Cos O' My Own Headstrong
Ways And They Sneaks O' Revenoo-Chaps?' Who Falsely Swored Away His
Blessed Life."
"Does He Seem To Dread It Much?" Asked Eve, The Sickly Fears Which
Filled Her Heart Echoed In each Whispered Word.
"Not _That_ He Don'T," Said Joan, Lifting Her Hand Significantly To Her
Throat: "'Tis After. Oh, Eve," She Gasped, "Ain'T It Too Awful To Think
Of Their Cuttin' Up His Poor Dead Body Into Bits? Call Theyselves
Doctors!" She Burst Out--"The Gashly Lot! I'Ll Never Let Wan O' Their
Name Come Nighst To Me Agen."
"Oh, Reuben," Gasped Eve, "Is It So? Can Nothing Be Done?"
Reuben Shook His Head.
"Nothing Now," Said Joan--"For Want O' Money, Too, Mostly, Eve; And The
Guineas I'Ve A-Wasted! Oh, How The Sight O' Every One Rises And Chinks
In Judgment 'Gainst My Ears!"
"If We'D Got The Money," Said Reuben Soothingly, "There Isn'T Time. All
Should Be Settled By To-Morrow Night; And If Some One This Minute
Brought The Wherewithal I Haven'T One 'Pon Whom I Dare To Lay My Hand To
Ask To Undertake The Job."
"Then 'Tis No Use Harpin' 'Pon It Any More," Said Joan; While Eve Gave A
Sigh, Concurring In What She Said, Both Of Them Knowing Well That If
Reuben Gave It Up The Thing Must Be Hopeless Indeed.
Here Was Another Stab For Adam'S Wounded Senses, And With A Heavy Heart
And Step Eve Took Her Way Back To Him, While Reuben And Joan Continued
To Thread The Streets Which Took Them By A Circuitous Road Home To
Knight'S Passage.
But No Sooner Had Eve Told Adam Of This Fresh Burden Laid On Poor Jerrem
Than A New Hope Seemed To Animate Him. Something Was Still To Be Done:
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