The Child of Waterloo, or, The Horrors of the Battle-Field — page 270: what you’re looking at

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THE CHILD OF WATERLOO. 267 cer was a Captain Morton, and he at once accepted the trust re- sed in him, and, like an honorable map, fulfilled it to the very etter, as well as to the spirit. He brought the child to England with him, and in all respects educated it, and had it tended as if it bad been one of his own.” , ‘ Faith, then,” cried Rafferty, when the counsel had gone thus far, ‘‘ faith, then, you are right there, any way, and the devil a word of a lie. You can go on now, sir, and it’s a mighty illigant speech you are making.’ ‘+ Who is that ?” said the judge. ‘Ts it me you mane, sir? I'm Rafferty Brolickbones, and saw it with my own eyes, sir.” ‘If you cannot be quiet, Mr. Brolickbones, I shall be under the necessity of having you turned out of court.” ‘‘ Be quiet,” whispered Captain Morton. ‘‘ How dare you in- terrupt the court, Rafferty ?”’ ‘‘Ob, bedad, I don’t want to interrupt the court. You may go on, all of you.” ‘‘Gentlemen of the jury,” continued the counsel, taking no notice whatever of Rafferty’s interruption, ‘‘the family of Colonel Rouselli bad no difficulty in hearing of his death on the field of battle, but, to them, the fate of his wife and child was an impenetrable mystery. Captain Morton had no means of knowing that the child had any friends more attached to it than he became himself, and so years passed on, until this infant, which had been committed to his care at that dreadful field of slaughter, became a beautiful girl, admired and be- loved by all who knew her. She resided at Morton Hall, with the family of Captain Morton, a residence which is in the im- mediate vicinity of the village of Morton, which was the scene of the murder which we have this day met to investigate. On the evening immediately preceding the night on which the murder at the Morton Arms was committed, a man, travel- worn, and meapnly looking, and attired in rags, presenting all the appearance of being wretchedly poor, made his appear- ance at the Morton Arms. Neither his looks nor his manners were relished by the landlord; and he was told to take him- self away, which, however, he did not do, until he had made an attempt to steal the saddle of the stranger’s horse, who was murdered that night at the inn. This man, I have witnesses who can swear to you, was the prisoner at the bar. The gentle- man who put up at the inn that night asked some questions of the landlord concerning the Morton family, and although then he and his object were alike unknown, it has been since ascer- tained that he was sent by the Rouselli family, on a mission to endeavor to discover the lost child of Colonel Rouselli, who they at length heard was taken care of by an English officer, of the name of Morton, or something resembling that name. Gentle- men of the jury, this young emissary of the Rouselli family was brutally murdered that night at the inn, and by a combination of circumstances, which have since been all explained, consist- ently with innocence, the hostler of the Morton Arms was, at first, suspected of the murder; and it was clear that the actual crim- comicbooks. com