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g in the police courts, where printable news is scarce. On the morning following the arrest of John Rowland, three reporters, sent by three such editors, attended a hall of justice presided over by one of the late-rising magistrates mentioned above. In the anteroom of this court, ragged, disfigured by his clubbing, and disheveled by his night in a cell, stood Rowland, with other unfortunates more or less guilty of offense against society. When his name was called, he was hustled through a door, along a line of policemen--each of whom added to his own usefulness by giving him a shove--and into the dock, where the stern-faced and tired-looking magistrate glared at him. Seated in a corner of the court-room were the old gentleman of the day before, the young mother with little Myra in her lap, and a number of other ladies--all excited in demeanor; and all but the young mother directing venomous glances at Rowland. Mrs. Selfridge, pale and hollow-eyed, but happy-faced, withal, allowed no wandering glance to rest on him. The officer who had arrested Rowland was sworn, and testified that he had stopped the prisoner on Broadway while making off with the child, whose rich clothing had attracted his attention. Disdainful sniffs were heard in the corner with muttered remarks: "Rich indeed--the idea--the flimsiest prints." Mr. Gaunt, the prosecuting witness, was called to testify. "This man, your Honor," he began, excitedly, "was once a gentleman and a frequent guest at my house. He asked for the hand of my daughter, and as his request was not granted, threatened revenge. Yes, sir. And out on the broad Atlantic, where he had followed my daughter in the guise of a sailor, he attempted to murder that child--my grandchild; but was discovered--" "Wait," interrupted the magistrate. "Confine your testimony to the present offense." "Yes, your Honor. Failing in this, he stole, or enticed the little one from its bed, and in less than five minutes the ship was wrecked, and he must have escaped with the child in--" "Were you a witness of this?" "I was not there, your Honor; but we have it on the word of the first officer, a gentleman--" "Step down, sir. That will do. Officer, was this offense committed in New York?" "Yes, your Honor; I caught him meself." "Who did he steal the child from?" "That leddy over yonder." "Madam, will you take the stand?" With her child in her arms, Mrs. Selfridge was sworn and in a low
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