to the value of three or four hundred thousand dollars. Had he not
helped to build and furnish this very Court House? Did he not know that
the very “spittoon” which his judgeship used cost the city the sum of one
thousand dollars?
As soon as the judge was seated, the court was opened, with the “oi yis,
oi yis” of the officer in his native language, the case called, and the
sheriff was directed to bring in the prisoner. In the midst of a
profound hush Laura entered, leaning on the arm of the officer, and was
conducted to a seat by her counsel. She was followed by her mother and
by Washington Hawkins, who were given seats near her.
Laura was very pale, but this pallor heightened the lustre of her large
eyes and gave a touching sadness to her expressive face. She was dressed
in simple black, with exquisite taste, and without an ornament. The thin
lace vail which partially covered her face did not so much conceal as
heighten her beauty. She would not have entered a drawing room with more
self-poise, nor a church with more haughty humility. There was in her
manner or face neither shame nor boldness, and when she took her seat in
fall view of half the spectators, her eyes were downcast. A murmur of
admiration ran through the room. The newspaper reporters made their
pencils fly. Mr. Braham again swept his eyes over the house as if in
approval. When Laura at length raised her eyes a little, she saw Philip
and Harry within the bar, but she gave no token of recognition.
The clerk then read the indictment, which was in the usual form. It
charged Laura Hawkins, in effect, with the premeditated murder of George
Selby, by shooting him with a pistol, with a revolver, shotgun, rifle,
repeater, breech-loader, cannon, six-shooter, with a gun, or some other,
weapon; with killing him with a slung-shot, a bludgeon, carving knife,
bowie knife, pen knife, rolling pin, car, hook, dagger, hair pin, with a
hammer, with a screw-driver; with a nail, and with all other weapons and
utensils whatsoever, at the Southern hotel and in all other hotels and
places wheresoever, on the thirteenth day of March and all other days of
the Christian era wheresoever.
Laura stood while the long indictment was read; and at the end, in
response to the inquiry, of the judge, she said in a clear, low voice;.
“Not guilty.” She sat down and the court proceeded to impanel a jury.
The first man called was Michael Lanigan, saloon keeper.
“Have you formed or expressed any opinion on this case, and do you know
any of the parties?”
“Not any,” said Mr. Lanigan.
“Have you any conscientious objections to capital punishment?”
“No, sir, not to my knowledge.”
“Have you read anything about this case?”
“To be sure, I read the papers, y’r Honor.”
Objected to by Mr. Braham, for cause, and discharged.
Patrick Coughlin.
“What is your business?”
“Well–I haven’t got any particular business.”
“Haven’t any particular business, eh? Well, what’s your general
business? What do you do for a living?”
“I own some terriers, sir.”
“Own some terriers, eh? Keep a rat pit?”
“Gentlemen comes there to have a little sport. I never fit ’em, sir.”
“Oh, I see–you are probably the amusement committee of the city council.
Have you ever heard of this case?”
“Not till this morning, sir.”
“Can you read?”
“Not fine print, y’r Honor.”
The man was about to be sworn, when Mr. Braham asked,
“Could your father read?”
“The old gentleman was mighty handy at that, sir.”
Mr. Braham submitted that the man was disqualified Judge thought not.
Point argued. Challenged peremptorily, and set aside.
Ethan Dobb, cart-driver.
“Can you read?”
“Yes, but haven’t a habit of it.”
“Have you heard of this case?”
“I think so–but it might be another. I have no opinion about it.”
Dist. A. “Tha–tha–there! Hold on a bit? Did anybody tell you to say
you had no opinion about it?”
“N–n–o, sir.”
Take care now, take care. Then what suggested it to you to volunteer
that remark?”
“They’ve always asked that, when I was on juries.”