The Evil Genius : a domestic story

w found its center of attraction in the prisoner's wife - who had been present throughout the trial. The q

rewarded the public curiosity: her bold light-gray eyes sustained the general gaze without flinching. To the surprise of the women present, she had brought her two young children with her to the trial. The eldest was a pretty little girl of ten years old; the second child (a boy) sat on his mother's knee

the order was given to bring

y face when he first appeared before them - whispered to each

the witness-box, and, being duly

prolonged suspense of waiting for the verdict. The swoon had proved to be of such a serious nature that the witness ref

lly recorded, and sentence was deferred. Once mo

tion with the surgeon, had granted the request. It was observed, when she retired, that she held her boy by the hand, and left the girl to follow. A compassionate l

ng; nobody could loo

- the wreck of a grandly-made man. He struggled for breath, but he could still speak a word or t

ed her for a moment. All his interest seemed to be centered in his child

e put her arms around his neck and kissed him. "Dea

nd touched the fluttering pulse. It felt, just felt, the stimulant. He revived for a moment, and looked wistfully for his son. "The boy," he murmured; "I want my boy." As his wife brought the child to him, the surgeon whispered to her again. "If you have anything to say to him be quick abou

nner side of the linen there was a line written in red letters - red of

or?" sh

ubt. His lips fell apart in the vain effort to answer. His last s

ake the poor things home," he said; "th

get home. Leaving the children under the servant's care, she locked herself up in th

, when she tried it with her hand. Turning the empty trunk with the inner side of the lid toward the light, she discovered, on one of the blue stripes of the lining, a thin little shining stain which l

ned it, in the shape of a small slip of paper. She picked it up. The morsel of paper presented letters