Mountain life -- Tennessee -- Fiction; United States -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction
The fire flared up the chimney in great white flames; they emanated from
a lustrous, restless, pulsing red heart. The sparks flew. The faint and
joyous sounds from the logs were like some fine fairy minstrelsy which
one is hardly sure one hears. A sylvan fragrance came from the pile of
wood in the corner, the baskets of chips, the pine knots.
The doctor left the room, opened the door and looked back.
“Don’t you set the house afire and burn up these books,” he said, with
the first touch of feeling in his tones that night.
The results of the attorney-general’s vigil were abundantly manifest in
his speech to the jury the following day. For that body was recruited
by summoning another talesman in Rood’s place, and the trial perforce
began anew; Gwinnan apparently thinking this alternative served better
the ends of justice than to risk the delays and vicissitudes of again
securing a competent jury. This decision encouraged Mink, who had been
tortured by the fear that by some disaster the case would be continued
to the next term. He was not now greatly perturbed by the strange turn
which the attorney-general had contrived to give to Alethea’s testimony.
Since Harshaw had found that any one claimed to have seen Tad after
the report of the boy’s death he had felt confident of an acquittal,
laying much stress on the necessity of proving the _corpus delicti_, as
he phrased it; and Mink accepted his lawyer’s opinion and relied upon
it. He had not been greatly affected by Rood’s fate, so absorbed was he
by his own interests; but it was a moment of tense excitement when the
testimony again reached the juncture at which, on the preceding day, the
unfortunate juror had leaned forward and pointed at the witness, his
question failing on his lips in the dumbness of death. Nothing further
was elicited from Alethea except that she did believe in ghosts, but that
she was sure she had seen Tad alive, albeit he had stood among the graves
with a blanched face, disappearing in a moment, lost in the mist.
The whole testimony occupied much less time than on the previous day, and
as the afternoon progressed it began to be apparent that the case would
go to the jury before the court adjourned.
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