by his side!"

But when she got to Bow Street and saw the crowds in the court, the line
of distinguished persons of both sexes allowed to sit on the bench, the
army of reporters and newspaper artists, and all the mass of smiling and
eager faces, without ruth or pity, gathered together as for a show, her
heart sickened and she crept out of the place before the prisoner was
brought into the dock.

Walking to and fro in the corridor, she waited the result of the trial.
It was not a long one. The charge was that of causing people unlawfully
to assemble to the danger of the public peace. There was no defence. A
man with a bandaged forehead was the first of the witnesses. He was a
publican, who lived in Brown's Square and had been a friend of the
soldier Wilkes. The injury to his forehead was the result of a blow from
a stick given by the prisoner's lay brother on the night of the Derby,
when, with the help of the deceased, he had attempted to liberate the
bloodhound. He had much to say of the Father's sermons, his speeches, his
predictions, his slanders, and his disloyalty. Other witnesses were
Pincher and Hawkins. They were in a state of abject fear at the fate
hanging over their own heads, and tried to save their own skins by laying
the blame of their own conduct upon the Father. The last witness was
Brother Andrew, and he broke down utterly. Within an hour Rosa came out
to say that John Storm had been committed for trial. Bail was not asked
for, and the prisoner, who had not uttered a word from first to last, had
been taken back to the cells.

Glory hurried home and shut herself in her room. The newsboys in the
street were shouting, "Father Storm in the dock!" and filling the air
with their cries. She covered her ears with her hands, and made noises in
her throat that she might not hear.

John Storm's career was at an end. It was all her fault. If she had
yielded to his desire to leave London, or if she had joined him there,
how different everything must have been! But she had broken in upon his
life and wrecked it. She had sinned against him who had given her
everything that one human soul can give another.

Liza came up with, red eyes, bringing the evening papers and a letter.
The papers contained long reports of the trial and short editorials
reproving the public for its interest in such a poor impostor. Some of
them contained sketches of the prisoner and of the distinguished persons
recognised in court. "The stag