An Unseen Witness. months in the house of correction for per jury. Taylor was sent back to Rockport with the sheriff, who was ordered to sell out the stock of the stores, and from the pro ceeds the note with interest was to be paid to Deacon Sanborn. The old gentleman's head was bowed be tween his arms on the table; and as I passed on my way out of court, his daughter spoke to him, saying, " Father, here is the young man who turned the case in your behalf." The old deacon started to his feet, and standing erect, looking over my head, with both his hands raised, said, " My dear, he was only the instrument of the witness; the witness was God himself, — as I said in my testimony He knew it was a lie." I groped my way through sleet and storm to the hotel, feeling that I had been forced to testify, and there had been nothing cour ageous about it. I went into the gentle men's reading-room, and sat down thinking over the day's affair. Presently the old squire and his wife made their appearance. "Oh, here he.is!" cried the old man, grasp ing my hand. " Young man, you have done my old friend a favor to-day, and my wife and I came around to thank you. The fact is, we can't go back to Rockport to-night and have to wait till morning. Now, we 're Methodists in good standing and have never broken our record, and we'd like to take you somewhere to-night. We understand that down at the Academy of Music the McCaull Opera Co. is a-playing; but as I say, we've never broken our record, and don't like to take you there. Down at the Arca dian there 's a Nigger Minstrel Show go ing on, and if you 'd like to go we 'll take you." I made the excuse that I must take the midnight train for Boston, and thanked them for their kind offer. They bade me good-by, 26
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