Ben Stone at Oakdale

by Morgan Scott

  CHAPTER XXVIII.

  ON TRIAL.

  The trial of Ben Stone had begun. It was held in the Town Hall, whichproved none too large to hold comfortably the surprising number ofcurious persons who flocked thither; for in any small country town thatis somewhat removed from larger places those inhabitants who can sparethe time to do so seldom fail to attend such an affair, which providesfor their more or less uneventful lives a certain sort of entertainmentand a topic out of the ordinary for discussion. On this occasion theyhad almost completely filled the seats in the hall, staring at thejudge, the lawyers, the witnesses and the prisoner, and filling theroom with a suppressed hum of comment until called to order.

  The clerk had done his part, the case had been stated, and LawyerFrances, representing the prosecution, had made his opening, tellingplainly and concisely what he would attempt to prove. A part of thestolen property—all that had been recovered—together with some otherarticles in evidence, could be seen on a table at the judge’s elbow.The prisoner sat at one side, with his counsel, Lawyer Marsh, near him.His face was calm; but it was not an attractive face, and more thanone, gazing at it, had whispered to a neighbor that he _looked_ like athief. It is remarkable how quickly most persons may fancy they canperceive criminal indications in the features of any one charged withcrime and placed under arrest.

  Not far from Ben—as near as they would permit him—sat his blindbrother, Jerry; and beside Jerry was seen Henry Bailey, the man fromwhom the afflicted boy had hidden repeatedly in his flight, after hisuncle’s death. Bailey was a harmless, kindly-appearing person, whoshowed the greatest interest in every move of the trial, and who morethan once was seen to speak a few low words in a seemingly reassuringmanner into the ear of Jerry Stone. Pilot, the faithful, lay on thefloor at Jerry’s side.

  Of course Bern Hayden was on hand, and his father also. Bern was withthe witnesses, but Mr. Hayden sat back, watching and listening in coldand distant satisfaction. The other witnesses were William Pickle,Roger Eliot, Sleuth Piper, and Spotty Davis, the last mentioneddisplaying a great deal of uneasiness, which at times amounted almostto fear.

  The first person called upon was the deputy sheriff, who, questioned byLawyer Frances, stated that upon the previous night he was atStickney’s store shortly after supper, where Bern Hayden found him andtold him that there had been a robbery, adding the request that heshould at once find Ben Stone, whom Hayden suspected, and search him.In company with Bern, Pickle had gone to the house of Mrs. Jones andobtained admission to the room of the suspected lad, only to discoverthat the room was empty, and, from indications, that Ben and hisbrother had made hasty flight.

  “Go on, officer,” urged Lawyer Frances. “What did you do then?”

  “At young Hayden’s request I searched the place,” said Pickle. “Underthe straw tick of the bed I found two watches, two rings, and somemoney, amounting to purty nigh ten dollars.”

  “Are these the watches and the rings?” questioned the lawyer, handingthe articles to the witness for inspection.

  “Yep,” nodded Pickle positively, “them’s they. I looked them over, andI’m reddy to swear they’re the ones.”

  “And the money here——”

  “I wouldn’t swear to that; but they was a five dollar bill, a twodollar bill, and quite a lot of coin.”

  “Did you find anything else?”

  “Yep; a letter—that is, a sort of a letter, writ in lead pencil andapparently scratched off in a mighty hurry.”

  “Is this it?” The sheet on which Ben had written his hasty farewell toMrs. Jones was taken from the table and handed to the deputy sherifffor inspection.

  “Sartin, that’s it,” declared the officer. “I read the most of it,though part was scrawled so that I couldn’t make it out.”

  “Your Honor,” said the prosecuting attorney, “the chirography is thatof a person writing in great haste, and therefore somewhat difficult toread. I am sure, however, that I can read it; and with your permissionI will do so.”

  The judge gave consent, and Mr. Frances read the note slowly anddistinctly, placing particular emphasis on certain phrases. Listening,Ben Stone was astounded and almost appalled as he realized that to mostpersons that brief note must sound like a confession of guilt.

  Pickle went on to tell how, urged by Bern Hayden and his father, he hadset out at once to trace the fugitives, and had finally succeeded,through the discovery of the blind boy’s little dog, in apprehendingBen some miles beyond Barville.

  “Course,” concluded the officer, “we give the feller warnin’ thatanything he said might be used as evidence ag’in’ him, and I rutherguess he kept it in mind; for, ’though we talked with him considerableon the way back to Oakdale, he didn’t make no slip-ups, and hepertended all the time not to know nothin’ at all ’bout the robbery. Isays to Constable Hubbard, says I, ‘He’s a slick critter, an——’”

  “Never mind that,” interrupted Judge Trueworthy. “Your opinions of theprisoner’s conduct are not desired.”

  “’Scuse me, Your Honor,” said William Pickle.

  That was all; with a gesture Lawyer Marsh signified that he did notwish to cross-question the officer, and Pickle sat down.

  Bern Hayden was called next, and as he rose Ben Stone’s handinvoluntarily went up to his mutilated ear, while his pale face became,if possible, a shade more pallid. He kept his eyes unflinchingly onBern, who, after a single look in his direction, turned his gaze aside.

  Bern told his story without hesitation. Chancing to overhear Stonebidding Eliot good-by at the football field, an impulse had led him toleave the field and follow the fellow. Having seen Ben proceed directlyinto the village, however, he had returned to the field and practicedwith the team until it became too dark for further work. With theothers he had gone into the gymnasium, where two lockers, his andEliot’s, had been discovered broken open and rifled. He had lost hiswatch, two rings, and some money, nearly eight dollars, which he hadleft in his own locker. He then identified one of the watches and bothof the rings as belonging to him, further stating that the money leftby him in his locker was a five dollar bill, a two dollar bill, andchange which must have amounted to nearly a dollar and a half. KnowingBen Stone as he did, he had suspected him at once, and therefore hewent in search of the deputy sheriff, whom he had some difficulty infinding. He had been on hand when Pickle searched Stone’s room, and hadseen the officer uncover the stolen property and take possession ofBen’s note of farewell to Mrs. Jones.

  Bern having finished, Lawyer Marsh cross-questioned him.

  “Hayden,” said the lawyer, “you were acquainted with Benjamin Stone ereyou came here to Oakdale, were you not?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “You knew him, I believe, in Hilton, his native town?”

  “I did, sir.”

  “And, if I am not misinformed, you had some trouble with him there, didyou not?”

  “Yes.”

  “Was not this trouble of a somewhat serious nature—a personal encounterbetween you and Stone, which led you to entertain the most intensefeelings of animosity toward him?”

  “I object, Your Honor,” cried Lawyer Frances. “I can’t see what thishas to do with the present case.”

  “Your Honor,” beamed Marsh placidly, “I propose to establish that thisfeeling of animosity which young Hayden entertained toward Stone has agreat deal to do with the case. I propose to show a motive on Hayden’spart which might lead him into an effort to injure my client.”

  “Go on,” said the judge. “Objection overruled.”

  The lawyer repeated the question, and, after a bit of hesitation,Hayden answered:

  “We had a fight in Hilton, but even before that I had no use for Stone.He was a cheap, ruffianly fellow, and nobody thought anything of him inthat town. His father——”

  “Never mind that,” interrupted Marsh sharply. “Answer my questions,that’s all. You admit a feeling of dislike for Stone
?”

  “Nobody ever liked him—before he came here; and he wouldn’t have hadany friends here if, by accident, he hadn’t——”

  “We’ll cut that out also. Is it not true that on finding Stone in thistown you exerted your utmost efforts to turn your schoolmates againsthim and to force him out of school? Did you not induce your father togo to Principal Richardson of the academy for the purpose of urging himto turn Benjamin Stone out?”

  Unable to restrain himself longer, Lemuel Hayden sprang up, crying:

  “Look here, I want to know if it’s my son who is on trial.”

  “Not yet, sir—not yet,” answered Lawyer Marsh serenely.

  The judge rapped sharply for order and requested Mr. Hayden not tointerrupt the proceedings.

  Having led Bern into acknowledging he had done his best to force Benout of Oakdale Academy, Lawyer Marsh seemed satisfied. Lawyer Frances,however, was far from it; and immediately, by various questions, hetried to show that Bern, knowing the dangerous and desperate characterof Stone, had tried to get him dropped from the school because he didnot believe he was a fit person to associate with the academy scholars.At this Lawyer Marsh simply smiled.

  Roger Eliot came next, identifying one of the watches as belonging tohim, and stating he had lost a little over two dollars in coin, whichhad been taken from his locker.

  These were all the witnesses against the prisoner, and Marsh, after abrief opening address, began by calling those who had been summoned forhim. Henry Bailey, the first, was requested to explain his business inOakdale. Mr. Bailey stated that, following the death of Asher Rand,Jerry Stone, the blind boy, had disappeared ere the funeral could takeplace or Mr. Rand’s will be read. Bailey had been engaged to learnwhence the blind boy had gone and bring him back. In endeavoring to dothis he had been led a hard chase, failing more than once by thesmallest margin in getting his hands upon the elusive boy, and in theend the pursuit had brought him to Oakdale.

  At this point Lawyer Frances interrupted. “Your Honor, I fail to seewhat this has to do with the case.”

  “Your Honor,” smiled Marsh, “we are seeking to establish the motive forthe sudden flight of Ben Stone from this town, and we hope to showbeyond doubt that he did not run away because he had committed theft,but because he knew this pursuer of his brother had arrived andfeared—unreasonably, doubtless—that it boded harm to the blind lad.”

  Ben was next called upon, and after a moment of faltering he told hisstory in a slow, distinct manner, making it straightforward and simple.And as he proceeded the unfavorable impression that had prevailedconcerning him was gradually dispelled; for surely he did not speaklike a desperate character or a thief; nor was Lawyer Frances, by hissternest and most accusing cross-questioning, able to confuse the lador shake him in his statements. When at last Ben was permitted to sitdown, not a few of the listeners in that room were looking at oneanother questioningly and doubtfully.

  Spotty Davis came next. He trembled visibly as he rose, and his partedlips, revealing the space of the two missing teeth in his upper jaw,seemed to quiver. Glancing furtively from side to side, but never oncelooking straight toward Stone, he finally let his gaze rest upon thefloor.

  “Young man,” said Lawyer Marsh, “you were at the football field whenStone appeared last evening and spoke to Roger Eliot, were you not?”

  “Ye-yes,” faltered Spotty faintly.

  “Speak a bit louder, witness,” commanded the judge.

  “When Stone left the field you followed him, didn’t you?” asked Marsh.

  “I—I dunno; I guess so. I never noticed.”

  “Do you mean to say that you did not see Stone when he departed fromthe field?”

  “Why, nun-no; I saw him. I guess ’t’wa’n’t long after he left before Igot out. There wa’n’t no use hangin’ round longer, for Eliot had toleme he didn’t want me on the team any more.”

  “On leaving the field, whither did you go?”

  “To the gym.”

  “Did you find Stone there?”

  “Nope—no, sir. There wa’n’t nobody there.”

  “Why did you go to the gym?”

  “To peel off my togs. I was in a playing suit, you know. It didn’tbelong to me; it belonged to the team, so I left it in the gym.”

  “How long were you in the gymnasium?”

  “Can’t tell; not a great while. It didn’t take me no longer than wasnecessary to git off my football suit, git into my own rags and leave.There wa’n’t nothing for me to hang round there for.”

  “After leaving the gymnasium where did you go?”

  “Lemme see,” hesitated Spotty as if in doubt. “I don’t seem to rememberjust where I did go.”

  “Come, come, young man; of course you remember. You must remember.You’ll find it best to remember, I think. Where did you go?”

  “Oh, I sort of poked along into the village.”

  “Into the village? Where did you go in the village?”

  “Oh, I remember now,” said Spotty suddenly. “I thought there wassomething wrong with Stone—thought it was queer he didn’t stay forpractise; so I just run in to Mrs. Jones’ house to see him.”

  “You went to Stone’s room, did you?”

  “Yep—I mean yes, sir.”

  “Was Stone there?”

  “No; his brother was, though.”

  “The blind boy?”

  “Yes, he was there.”

  “How long did you stay in Stone’s room?”

  “Oh, lemme see. I’d have to guess at it, for I ain’t got no watch, andI didn’t take no notice of time, anyhow. Mebbe I was there five minutesor so.”

  “What did you do while you were there?”

  “Talked with Ben’s brother.”

  “Did you sit down?”

  “Don’t b’lieve I did. Yes, come to think of it, I set on the edge ofthe bed while I was talkin’ to him. What are you askin’ me all thesequestions for? I don’t know anything about this business. I can’t tellanything that will do no good.” Spotty was perspiring freely, evenwhile he continued to shiver occasionally.

  “We’re simply trying to get at the facts,” said Lawyer Marsh quietly.“It’s always best to tell the exact truth.”

  “I hope you don’t think I’m lyin’,” protested the disturbed witness. “Iain’t got nothing to lie about.”

  “Did you see Ben Stone at all?”

  “Yep; he was just comin’ in as I was leavin’. He was in an awful rush.”

  “Did you stop to speak with him?”

  “No; I was goin’ to stop, but he was in such a hurry I didn’t. He actedmighty queer to me—sort of scat like.”

  “That’s all, young man,” said the lawyer suddenly; and Spotty sank downwith a breath of relief.

  Then came a surprise as the lawyer said:

  “The next witness for the defense will be William Piper. Piper, standup.”

  Sleuth rose to his feet, and there was a stir among those boys of theacademy who had absented themselves from school to attend the trial.

  What did Piper know about it?

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