This is section fifty six of The Gilded Age. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. The Gilded Age, A Tale of to Day by Mark Twain and C. D. Warner, Chapter fifty six. Missus Hawkins slowly and conscientiously, as if every detail of her family history was important, told the story of the steamboat explosion, of the finding and adoption of Laura Silas that is mister Hawkins, and she always loved Laura as if she had been their own child.
She then narrated the circumstances of Laura's supposed marriage, her abandonment, and long illness in a manner that touched all hearts. Laura had been a different woman since then. Cross examined, at the time of first finding Laura on a steamboat, did she notice that Laura's mind was at all deranged? She couldn't say that she did. After the recovery of Laura from her long illness, did Missus Hawkins think there were any any signs of insanity about her? Witness confessed
that she did not think of it. Then redirect examination, But she was different after that, Oh yes, Sir Washington Hawkins corroborated his mother's testimony as to Laura's connection with Colonel Selby, he was at Harding during the time of her living there with him. After Colonel Selby's desertion, she was almost dead, never appeared to know anything rightly for weeks. He added that he never saw such a scoundrel as Selby checked by a district attorney. Had he noticed any
change in Laura after her illness? Oh, yes, whenever any allusion was made that might recall Selby to mine, she looked awful, as if she could kill him. You mean, said mister Braham, that there was an unnatural, insane gleam in her eyes. Well, yes, certainly, said Washington, in confusion. All this was objected to by the district attorney, but it was got before the jury, and mister Braham did not care how much it was ruled out. After that,
Bias Sellars was the next witness called. The Colonel made his way to the stand with majestic yet bland deliberation. Having taken the oath and kissed the Bible with a smack intended to show his great respect for that book, he bowed to his honor with dignity, to the jury with familiarity, and then turned to the lawyers and stood in an attitude of superior attention. Mister Sellers, I believe began mister Braham Beriah Sellers, Missouri. Was the courteous acknowledgment
that the lawyer was correct. Mister Sellers, you know the parties here. You are a friend of the family, know them all from infancy. Sir. It was me, Sir, that induced Silas Hawkins, Judge Hawkins, to come to Missouri and make his fortune. It was by my advice and in company with me, Sir, that he went into the operation of Yes, yes, mister Sellers. Did you know a Major Lachland? Knew him well, Sir, knew him and honored him. Sir. He was one of the most remarkable men of our country, Sir.
A member of Congress, he was often at my mansion, Sir, for weeks. He used to say to me, Colonel Sellers, if you would go into politics, if I had you for a colleague, we should show Calhoun and Webster that the brain of the country didn't lie east of the Alleghanies. But I said, yes, yes, I believe Major Lachland is not living. Colonel. There was an almost imperceptible sense of pleasure betrayed in the Colonel's face at this prompt acknowledgment
of his title. Bless you know, died years ago, a miserable death, Sir, a ruined man, a poor sought he was suspected of selling his vote in Congress, and probably he did. The disgrace killed him. He was an outcast, Sir, lothed by himself and by his constituents. And I think, sir, the judge, you will confine yourself to Colonel Sellers, to the questions of the council, of course, your honor. This continued the colonel, in confidential explanation, was twenty years ago.
I shouldn't have thought of referring to such a trifling circumstance. Now, if I remember rightly, Sir, A bundle of letters was here handed to the witness. Do you recognize that handwriting as if it was my own? Sir, it's Major Lackland's. I was knowing to these letters when Judge Hawkins received them. The Colonel's memory was a little at fault here. Mister Hawkins had never gone into details with him on this subject. Here's to show them to me and say, Colonel Sellers,
you've a mind to untangle this sort of thing. Lord, how everything comes back to me. Laura was a little thing. Then the Judge and I were just laying our plans to buy the pilot knob and Colonel, one moment, your honor, we put these letters in evidence. Letters were a portion of the correspondence of Major Lachland with Silas Hawkins. Parts of them were missing, and important letters were referred to that were not here. They related, as the reader knows,
to Laura's father. Lackland had come upon the track of a man who was searching for a lost child in a Mississippi steamboat explosion years before. The man was lame in one leg and appeared to be flitting from place to place. It seemed that Major Lachland got so close track of him that he was able to describe his personal appearance and learn his name. But the letter containing these particulars was lost. Once he heard of him at a hotel in Washington, but the man departed, leaving an empty
trunk the day before the Major went there. There was something very mysterious in all his movements. Colonel Sellars, continuing his testimony, said that he saw this lost letter but could not now recall the name. Search for the supposed father had been continued hued by Lackland, Hawkins and himself for several years, but Laura was not informed of it till after the death of Hawkins, for fear of raising
false hopes in her mind. Here the district Attorney arose and said, your Honor, I must positively object to letting the witness wander off into all these irrelevant details. Mister Braham, I submit your Honor, that we cannot be interrupted in this manner. We have suffered the state to have full swing. Now Here is a witness who has known the prisoner from infancy and is competent to testify upon the one
point vital to her safety. Evidently he is a gentleman of character, and his knowledge of the case cannot be shut out without increasing the aspect of persecution, which the state's attitude towards the prisoner already has assumed. The wrangle continued waxing hotter and hotter. The colonel, seeing the attention of the Council and the court entirely withdrawn from him, thought he perceived here his opportunity. Turning and beaming upon the jury, he began simply to talk. But as the
grandeur of his position grew upon him. His talk broadened unconsciously into an oratorical vein. You see how she was situated, gentlemen, poor child, it might have broken her heart to let her mind get to running on such a thing as that. You see, from what we could make out, her father was lame in the left leg and had a deep
scar on his left forehead. And so ever since the day she found out she had another father, she never could run across a lame stranger without being taken all over with a shiver and almost fainting where she stood, And the next minute she would go right after that man. Once she stumbled on a stranger with a game leg, and she was the most grateful thing in this world, but it was the wrong leg, and it was days
and days before for she could leave her bed. Once she found a man with a scar on his forehead, and she was just going to throw herself into his arms, but he stepped out just then, and there wasn't anything the matter with his legs. Time and time again, gentlemen of the jury, has this poor suffering orphan flung herself on her knees with all her heart's gratitude in her eyes before some scarred and crippled veteran, but always always to be disappointed, always to be plunged into new despair.
If his legs were right, his scar was wrong. If his scar was right, his legs were wrong. Never could find a man that would fill the bill. Gentlemen of the jury, you have hearts, you have feelings, You have
warm human sympathies. You can feel for this poor suffering child, Gentlemen of the jury, if I had time, if I had the opportunity, if I might be permitted to go on and tell you the thousands and thousands and thousands of mutilated strangers this poor girl has started out of cover and hunted from city to city, from state to state, from continent to continent, till she has run them down and found they weren't the ones I know your hearts.
By this time, the colonel had become so warmed up that his voice had reached a pitch above that of the contending council. The lawyer suddenly stopped, and they and the judge turned towards the colonel and remained for several seconds, too surprised at this novel exhibition to speak. In this interval of silence. An appreciation of the situation gradually stole over the audience, and an explosion of laughter followed, in which even the court and the bar could hardly keep
from joining Sheriff. Order in the court the judge, the witness will confine his remarks to answers to questions. The colonel turned courteously to the judge and said, certainly, your honor, certainly, I am not well acquainted with the forms of procedure in the courts of New York. But in the West, Sir, in the West, the judge there there that will do that,
will do you, see, your honor? There were no questions asked me, and I thought I would take advantage of the lull in the proceedings to explain to the jury a very significant train of the judge that will do sir, proceed, mister Bray, Colonel Sellers, have you any reason to suppose that this man is still living? For every reason, sir, every reason? State why I have never heard of his death? Sir?
It has never come to my knowledge. In fact, Sir, as I once said to Governor, will you state to the jury what has been the effect of the knowledge of this wandering and evidently unsettled, being supposed to be her father. Upon the mind of Miss Hawkins for so many years, question objected to, question, ruled out, cross examined,
Major Sellers, what is your occupation? The colonel looked about him loftily, as if casting in his mind what would be the proper occupation of a person of such multifarious interests, and then said, with dignity, a gentleman, sir, My father used to always say, sir, Captain Sellars, did you ever see this man, this supposed father, No, sir, But upon one occasion, old Senator Thompson said to me, it's my opinion, Colonel Sellers, did you ever see anybody who had seen him? No, sir.
It was reported around at one time that that is all. The defense then spent a day in the examination of medical experts in insanity who testified on the evidence, heard that sufficient causes had occurred to produce an insane mind in the prisoner. Numerous cases were cited to sustain this opinion. There was such a thing as momentary insanity, in which the person otherwise rational to all appearances, was for the time actually bereft of reason and not responsible for his acts.
The causes of this momentary possession could often be found in the person's life. It afterwards came out that the chief expert for the defense was paid a thousand dollars for looking into the case. The prosecution consumed another day in the examination of experts refuting the notion of insanity.
These causes might have produced insanity, but there was no evidence that they have produced it in this case, or that the prisoner was not, at the time of the commission of the crime in full possession of her ordinary faculties. The trial had now lasted two weeks. It required four days now for the lawyers to sum up. These arguments of the council were very important to their friends and greatly enhanced their reputation at the bar, but they have
small interest to us. Mister Braham, in his closing speech, surpassed himself. His effort is still remains membered as the greatest in the criminal annals of New York. Mister Braham redrew for the jury the picture of Laura's early life. He dwelt long upon that painful episode of the pretended marriage and the desertion Colonel Selby, he said, belonged, gentlemen, to what is called the upper classes. It is the privilege of the upper classes to prey upon the sons
and daughters of the people. The Hawkins family, though allied to the best blood of the South, were at the time in humble circumstances. He commented upon her parentage. Perhaps her agonized father, in his intervals of sanity, was still searching for his lost daughter. Would he one day hear that she had died of Felon's death, Society had pursued her, fate had pursued her, and in a moment of delirium,
she had turned and defied fate and society. He dwelt upon the admission of base wrong in Colonel Selby's dying statement, he drew a vivid picture of the villain at last overtaken by the vengeance of heaven. Would the jury say that this retributive justice, inflicted by an outraged and deluded woman, rendered irrational by the most cruel wrongs, was in the
nature of a foul, premeditated murder. Gentlemen, it is enough for me to look upon the life of this most beautiful and accomplished of her sex, blasted by the heartless villainy of man, without seeing at the end of it, the horrible spectacle of a gibbet. Gentlemen, we are all human, we have all sinned, we all have need of mercy. But I do not ask mercy of you, who are the guardians of society and of the poor waifs. It's
sometimes wronged victims. I ask only that justice which you and I shall need in that last dreadful hour when death will be he robbed of half its terrors. If we can reflect that we have never wronged a human being, Gentlemen, the life of this lovely and once happy girl, this now stricken woman, is in your hands. The jury were visibly affected. Half the court room was in tears. If a vote of both spectators and jury could have been taken, then the verdict would have been let her go. She
has suffered enough. But the district attorney had the closing argument calmly and without malice or excitement. He reviewed the testimony. As the cold facts were unrolled, fear settled upon the listeners. There was no escape from the murder or its premeditation. Laura's character as a lobbyist in Washington, which had been made to appear incidentally in the evidence, was also against her.
The whole body of the testimony of the defense was shown to be irrelevant, introduced only to excite sympathy, and not giving a color of probability to the absurd supposition of insanity. The attorney then dwelt upon the insecurity of life in the city and the growing immunity with which women committed murders. Mister mc flynn made a very able speech, convincing the reason without touching the feelings. The judge, in his charge, reviewed the testimony with great show of impartiality.
He ended by saying that the verdict must be acquittal or murder in the first degree. If you find that the prisoner committed a homicide in possession of her reason and with premeditation, your verdict will be accordingly. If you find she was not in her right mind, that she was the victim of insanity, hereditary or momentary, as it has been explained, your verdict will take that into account. As the judge finished his charge, the spectators anxiously watched
the faces of the jury. It was not a remunerative study. In the court room. The general feeling was in favor of Laura, but whether this feeling extended to the jury their stolid faces did not reveal. The public outside hoped for a conviction, as it always does. It wanted an example. The newspapers trusted the jury would have the courage to do its duty. When Laura was convicted, then the public would turn round and abuse the governor if he did
not pardon her. The jury went out, Mister Braham preserved his serene confidence, but Laura's friends were dispirited. Washington and Colonel Sellers had been obliged to go to Washington, and they had departed under the unspoken fear the verdict would be unfavorable. A disagreement was the best they could hope for, and money was needed. The necessity of the passage of the University bill was now imperative. The court waited for some time, but the jury gave no signs of coming in.
Mister Braham said it was extraordinary, and took a recess for a couple of hours. Upon again coming in, word was brought that the jury had not yet agreed, but the jury had a question. The point upon which they wanted instruction was this. They wanted to know if Colonel Sellars was related to the Hawkins family. The court then
adjourned till morning. Mister Braham, who was in something of a pet remarked to mister O'Toole that they must have been deceived that juryman with the broken nose could read end of chapter fifty six.