At the Mercy of TiberiusEvans, Augusta J. (Augusta Jane)
History
At the Mercy of Tiberius
Evans, Augusta J. (Augusta Jane)
Rome -- History -- Tiberius, 14-37 -- Fiction
"God of the helpless, succor me in my need. Forbid that through
weakness the sacrifice should be incomplete. Lead, sustain, fortify me
with patience, that I may ransom the soul I have promised to save."
After a time, when she resumed her walk, a strange expedient presented
itself. If she sent for Mr. Dunbar, exacted an oath of secrecy, and
confided the truth to his keeping, would it avail to protect her
secret; would it silence him? Could she stoop so low as to throw
herself upon his mercy? Therein lay the nauseous lees of her cup of
humiliation; yet if she drained this last black drop, would any pledge
have power to seal his lips, when he saw that she must die?
The deputy sheriff unlocked the door, and she mechanically followed him.
"I wish you would drink this glass of wine. You look so exhausted, and
the air in yonder is so close, it is enough to stifle a mole. This will
help to brace you up."
"Thank you very much, but I could not take it. I can bear my wrongs
even to the end, and that must be very near."
As he ushered her into the court-room, Judge Dent met her, took her
hand, and led her to the seat where Dyce and Sister Serena awaited her
return.
"My poor child, be courageous now; and remember that you have some
friends here, who are praying God to help and deliver you."
"Did He deliver His own Son from the pangs of death? Pray, that I may
be patient to endure."
One swift glance, showed her that Mr. Dunbar, forsaking his former
place beside the district attorney, was sitting very near, just in
front of her. The jurymen filed slowly into their accustomed seats, and
the judge, who had been resting his head on his hand, straightened
himself, and put aside a book. There was an ominous hush pervading the
dense crowd, and in that moment of silent expectancy, Beryl shut her
eyes and communed with her God. Some mystical exaltation of soul
removed her from the realm of nervous dread; and a peace, that this
world neither gives nor takes away, settled upon her. Sister Serena
untied and took off the crape veil and bonnet, and as she resumed her
seat, Judge Parkman turned to the prisoner.
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