whose history was pathetic in the extreme, was shown clearly
by the evidence to have deliberately taken the life of her
child by giving it carbolic acid. The story was a shocking
one, yet the jury apparently never considered at all the
possibility of convicting her, but on retiring to the j
ury-room spent their time in discussing how much money they
should present her on her acquittal.

No better actor ever played a part upon the court-room stage
than old "Bill" Howe. His every move and gesture was
considered with reference to its effect upon the jury, and the
climax of his summing-up was always accompanied by some
dramatic exhibition calculated to arouse sympathy for his
client. Himself an adept at shedding tears at will, he seemed
able to induce them when needed in the lachrymal glands of the
most hardened culprit whom he happened to be defending.

Mr. Wellman tells the story of how he was once prosecuting a
woman for the murder of her lover, whom she had shot rather
than allow him to desert her. She was a parson's daughter who
had gone wrong and there seemed little to be said in her
behalf. She sat at the bar the picture of injured innocence,
with a look of spirituality which she must have conjured up
from the storehouse of her memories of her father. Howe was
rather an exquisite so far as his personal habits were
concerned, and allowed his finger-nails to grow to an
extraordinary length. He had arranged that at the climax of
his address to the jury he would turn and, tearing away the
slender hands of his client from her tear-stained face,
challenge the jury to find guilt written there. Wellman was