Sevenoaks: A Story of TodayHolland, J. G. (Josiah Gilbert)
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Sevenoaks: A Story of Today
Holland, J. G. (Josiah Gilbert)
Didactic fiction; Political fiction; Social problems -- Fiction
Harry Benedict was next called, and after giving satisfactory answers to
questions concerning his understanding of the nature of an oath, was
permitted to testify.
"Harry," said Mr. Balfour, "were you ever in Mr. Belcher's house?"
"Yes, sir."
"Tell us how it happened that you were there."
"Mr. Belcher stopped me in the street, and led me up the steps, and then
up stairs into his room."
"What question did he ask you?"
"He wanted to know whether my father was alive."
"Did he offer you money if you would tell?"
"Yes, sir; he offered me a great gold piece of money, and told me it was
an eagle."
"Did you take it?"
"No, sir."
"Did he threaten you?"
"He tried to scare me, sir."
"Did he tell you that he should like to give your father some money?"
"Yes, sir."
"And did you tell him that your father was alive?"
"No, sir, I ran away;" and Harry could not restrain a laugh at the
remembrance of the scene.
"Harry, is your father in this room?"
Harry looked at his father with a smile, and answered, "Yes, sir."
"Now, Harry, I want you to pick him out from all these people. Be sure
not to make any mistake. Mr. Belcher has been so anxious to find him,
that I presume he will be very much obliged to you for the information.
Go and put your hand on him."
Harry started at a run, and, dodging around the end of the bar, threw
himself into his father's arms. The performance seemed so comical to the
lad, that he burst into a peal of boyish laughter, and the scene had
such a pretty touch of nature in it, that the spectators cheered, and
were only checked by the stern reprimand of the judge, who threatened
the clearing of the room if such a demonstration should again be
indulged in.
"Does the counsel for the defence wish to cross-examine the witness?"
inquired the judge.
"I believe not," said Mr. Cavendish, with a nod; and then Harry went to
his seat, at the side of Jim Fenton, who hugged him so that he almost
screamed. "Ye're a brick, little feller," Jim whispered. "That was a
Happy David, an' a Goliar into the bargin. You've knocked the Ph'listine
this time higher nor a kite."
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