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120 BEAUTIFUL RIENZI. «© An evening dress such as the swells wear.” - «‘ Were they much saturated with blood?” ‘*Not so much as you would think, considering the mangling it had got; and I’m sure it’s wonderful how a man could have been turned, and twisted, and battered the. way he was, by falling over agully like Crag’s Brook, and so said we all—which showed clearly a ‘Stick to the subject,” said Mr. Bently, impatiently. ‘‘ Which showed clearly,” repeated the ex-juryman, ‘‘ that she must have pushed him mighty hard, and thrown rocks or something after him.” Mr. Bently smiled maliciously. ‘‘'Then there were loose rocks on the bridge and round the body?” questioned Mr. Speingle with much interest. ‘“Not as I saw!” said the countryman, scratching his head. ‘‘I was there the next day too, and looked all around.” It was Mr. Speingle’s time to smile enjoyably. “Then that supposition is improbable, and we dismiss it with the natural question—‘ How could a young lady ex- eavate rocks out of frozen ground to hurl over a bridge, and leave no trace?’ Witness, you may go. Now, gentlemen of the jury, bear in mind, the body which Walsh helped to pick up from under the bridge had a white face, streaked with blood; the body upon which was held an inquest next day, ‘had no face at all,’ was held together by the clothes, yet these clothes were not stained with blood to the extent that so many wounds warranted. Miss Ivanilla Rienzi, come forward.” Some one led me to the witness-stand; for one instant my senses whirled, until my father came forward and stood near me; then I was ca'm, and recovered from my terror. With a feeling of deep solemnity, I took the oath. ‘“Are you a Soldiers’ Friend?” began Mr. Speingle, gently. } Eel" ars ‘Did you on the fifth of April visit a sick soldier in Jer- sey eG by name Charles Harrison?” 6<é ] Li ‘* Relate the subject of your interview.” ‘“« He was very anxious to see his brother-in-law, a young man named Leander Rosecraft, who had disappeared since Eomicbooks7co im