the evident
delight of the Court, who is resolved that the majesty of the law shall
be maintained.

It is Maria's turn now. Pale and trembling she approaches the circular
railing, assisted by Mr. Seargent Stubbs. She first looks imploringly at
the judge, then hangs down her head, and covers her face with her hands.

"What is the charge?" inquires the Judge, turning to the loquacious
Stubbs. Mr. Stubbs says: "Disorderly conduct--and in a house of bad
repute."

"I am innocent--I have committed no crime," interrupts the injured
woman. "You have dragged me here to shame me." Suddenly her face
becomes pale as marble, her limbs tremble, and the court is thrown into
a state of confusion by her falling to the floor in a swoon.

"Its all over with her now," says Mr. Stubbs, standing back in fear.

Crime has not dried up all the kinder impulses of Judge Sleepyhorn's
heart. Leaving the bench he comes quickly to the relief of the
unfortunate girl, holds her cold trembling hand in his own, and tenderly
bathes her temples. "Sorry the poor girl," he says, sympathizingly,
"should have got down so. Knew her poor old father when he was
comfortably off, and all Charleston liked him." His Honor adjourns
court, and ten minutes pass before the sufferer is restored to
consciousness. Then with a wild despairing look she scans those around
her, rests her head on her hand despondingly, and gives vent to her
tears. The cup of her sorrow has indeed overrun.

"It was wrong to arrest you, young woman, and I sympathize with you. No
charge has been preferred, and so you are free. A carriage waits at the
door, and I have ordered you to be driven home," says the judge,
relaxing into sympathy.

"I have no home now," she returns, the tears coursing down her wet
cheeks. "Slaves have homes, but I have none now."

"When you want a friend, you'll find a friend in me. Keep up your
spirits, and remember that virtue is its own reward." Having said this,
the Judge raises her gently to her feet, supports her to the carriage,
and sees her comfortably seated. "Remember, you know, where to find a
friend if you want one," he says, and bids her good-morning. In another
minute the carriage is rolling her back to the home from whence she was
taken. She has no better home now.

CHAPTER XLVII.

AN EXCITEMENT.

A bright fire burned that night in Keepum's best parlor, furnished with
all the luxuries modern taste could invent. Keepum, restless, paces the