Washington Hawkins corroborated his mother’s testimony as to Laura’s
connection with Col. Selby. He was at Harding during the time of her
living there with him. After Col. Selby’s desertion she was almost dead,
never appeared to know anything rightly for weeks. He added that he
never saw such a scoundrel as Selby. (Checked by District attorney.)
Had he noticed any change in, Laura after her illness? Oh, yes.
Whenever, any allusion was made that might recall Selby to mind, she
looked awful–as if she could kill him.
“You mean,” said Mr. Braham, “that there was an unnatural, insane gleam
in her eyes?”
“Yes, certainly,” said Washington in confusion.”
All this was objected to by the district attorney, but it was got before
the jury, and Mr. Braham did not care how much it was ruled out after
that.
“Beriah Sellers was the next witness called. The Colonel made his way to
the stand with majestic, yet bland deliberation. Having taken the oath
and kissed the Bible with a smack intended to show his great respect for
that book, he bowed to his Honor with dignity, to the jury with
familiarity, and then turned to the lawyers and stood in an attitude of
superior attention.
“Mr. Sellers, I believe?” began Mr. Braham.
“Beriah Sellers, Missouri,” was the courteous acknowledgment that the
lawyer was correct.
“Mr. Sellers; you know the parties here, you are a friend of the family?”
“Know them all, from infancy, sir. It was me, sir, that induced Silas
Hawkins, Judge Hawkins, to come to Missouri, and make his fortune.
It was by my advice and in company with me, sir, that he went into the
operation of–”
“Yes, yes. Mr. Sellers, did you know a Major Lackland?”
“Knew him, well, sir, knew him and honored him, sir. He was one of the
most remarkable men of our country, sir. A member of congress. He was
often at my mansion sir, for weeks. He used to say to me, ‘Col. Sellers,
if you would go into politics, if I had you for a colleague, we should
show Calhoun and Webster that the brain of the country didn’t lie east of
the Alleganies. But I said–”
“Yes, yes. I believe Major Lackland is not living, Colonel?”
There was an almost imperceptible sense of pleasure betrayed in the
Colonel’s face at this prompt acknowledgment of his title.
“Bless you, no. Died years ago, a miserable death, sir, a ruined man,
a poor sot. He was suspected of selling his vote in Congress, and
probably he did; the disgrace killed’ him, he was an outcast, sir,
loathed by himself and by his constituents. And I think; sir”—-
The Judge. “You will confine yourself, Col. Sellers to the questions of
the counsel.”
“Of course, your honor. This,” continued the Colonel in confidential
explanation was twenty years ago. I shouldn’t have thought of referring
to such a trifling circumstance now. If I remember rightly, sir”–
A bundle of letters was here handed to the witness.
“Do you recognize, that hand-writing?”
“As if it was my own, sir. It’s Major Lackland’s. I was knowing to these
letters when Judge Hawkins received them. [The Colonel’s memory was a
little at fault here. Mr. Hawkins had never gone into detail’s with him
on this subject.] He used to show them to me, and say, ‘Col, Sellers
you’ve a mind to untangle this sort of thing.’ Lord, how everything
comes back to me. Laura was a little thing then. ‘The Judge and I were
just laying our plans to buy the Pilot Knob, and–”
“Colonel, one moment. Your Honor, we put these letters in evidence.”
The letters were a portion of the correspondence of Major Lackland with
Silas Hawkins; parts of them were missing and important letters were
referred to that were not here. They related, as the reader knows, to
Laura’s father. Lackland had come upon the track of a man who was
searching for a lost child in a Mississippi steamboat explosion years
before. The man was lame in one leg, and appeared to be flitting from
place to place. It seemed that Major Lackland got so close track of him
that he was able to describe his personal appearance and learn his name.