lack veil, and revealed the features of Jacquelina; but so pale,
weary, anxious and terrified, as to be scarcely recognizable.

The usual oath was administered.

And while Cloudy stood triumphantly by the side of Mr. Willcoxen,
Jacquelina prepared to give her evidence.

She was interrupted by a slight disturbance near the door, and the
rather noisy entrance of several persons, whom the crowd, on beholding,
recognized as Commodore Waugh, his wife, his niece, and his servant.
Some among them seemed to insist upon being brought directly into the
presence of the judge and jury--but the officer near the door pointed
out to them the witness on the stand, waiting to give testimony; and on
seeing her they subsided into quietness, and suffered themselves to be
set aside for a while.

When this was over--a lady, plainly dressed, and close-veiled, entered,
and addressed a few words to the same janitor. But the latter replied as
he had to the others, by pointing to the witness on the stand. The
veiled lady seemed to acquiesce, and sat down where the officer directed
her.

"Order! silence in the court!" cried the marshal, not to be behindhand.

And order and silence reigned when the Sister gave in her evidence as
follows:

"My name is Jacquelina L'Oiseau--not Grimshaw--for I never was the wife
of Dr. Grimshaw. I do not like to speak further of myself, yet it is
necessary, to make my testimony clear. While yet a child I was
contracted to Dr. Grimshaw in a civil marriage, which was never
ratified. I was full of mischief in these days, and my greatest pleasure
was to torment and provoke my would-be bridegroom; alas! alas! it was to
that wanton spirit that all the disaster is owing. Thurston Willcoxen
and Marian Mayfield were my intimate friends. On the morning of the 8th
of April, 182-, they were both at Luckenough. Thurston left early. After
he was gone Marian chanced to drop a note, which I picked up and read.
It was in the handwriting of Thurston Willcoxen, and it appointed a
meeting with Marian upon the beach, near Pine Bluff, for that evening."

Here Mr. Romford placed in her hands the scrap of paper that had already
formed such an important part of the evidence against the prisoner.

"Is that the note of which you speak?"

"Yes--that is the note. And when I picked it up the wanton spirit of
mischief inspired me with the wish to use it for the torment of Dr.
Grimshaw, who was easily provoked to jealously! Oh! I never th