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Updated: May 7, 2025
While G. B. Stiles and the big Swede were taking their drive and bargaining away Harry King's liberty, he had loitered about the town, and visited a few places familiar to him. First he went to the home of Elder Craigmile and found it locked, and the key in the care of one of the bank clerks who slept there during the owner's absence.
In anticipation of the unusual public interest the District Attorney directed the summoning of twenty-five jurors in addition to the twenty-five of the regular panel. On the day set for the trial the court room was packed to the doors. Inside the bar were the lawyers and the officers of the court. Elder Craigmile sat by Milton Hibbard.
Ballard, if, after the search, my son is found to be murdered, I will put a detective on the trail of the man who did the deed, and be he whom he may, he shall hang." "Hush, Elder Craigmile; in Wisconsin men are not hanged." "I tell you be he whom he may he shall suffer what is worse than to be hanged, he shall enter the living grave of a life imprisonment."
But you would not let him give himself up. You have kept on insisting he is Richard. And it is all your fault, Elder Craigmile, because you won't look to see that he is your son." She paused, panting, flushed and indignant. "Miss Ballard, you are here as a witness," said the judge. "You must restrain yourself and answer the questions that are asked you and make no comments."
"If you're going to sit beside her all the way, you'll have to be lively. She never sits in one place more than two minutes. You'll have to sit on papa's other knee for a while, and then you'll have to sit on Peter Junior's." "That will be interesting, anyway. Who's Peter Junior?" "Oh, he's a man. He comes to see us a lot." "He's the son of Elder Craigmile," explained Martha.
Hester Craigmile turned and looked steadily in her friend's eyes, but did not open her lips, and after a moment Mary continued: "To have one's sons taken like these is is different. We know they are safe with the One who loved little children; we know they are safe and waiting for us.
At that question, to the surprise of all, the cashier suddenly changed his manner to the suave affability with which he greeted people of consequence. "We are expecting Elder Craigmile shortly. Yes. Indeed he may arrive any day, if the voyage is favorable." "Thank you. Mrs. Craigmile accompanies him, I suppose?" "It is not likely, no. Her health demands ahem a little longer rest and change." "Ah!
He, to come here and sit in my son's place to eat bread at my table at my wife's right hand with her smile in his eyes? Rather he shall " "We will find out the truth, and, if possible, you shall be saved from yourself, Elder Craigmile, and your son will not be proven a murderer. Let me still be your friend."
"You're a very good actor, young man, mighty clever, but it's no go. Now you'll walk along with us if you please," said Mr. Kellar. "But I tell you I don't please. It's a mistake. I am Peter Craigmile, Jr., himself, alive." "Well, if you are, you'll have a chance to prove it, but evidence is against you. If you are he, why do you come back under an assumed name during your father's absence?
Yes, my friend says my husband has been home for three days and is well." "That's good. Noo ye're satisfied, lay it by and tak' yer tea." And Hester smilingly laid it by and took her tea, for Mary Ballard had said nothing on the first page to startle her friend's serenity. Jean Craigmile, however, still looked eagerly at the letter as it lay on a chair at Hester's side.
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