Cross-examined.  At the time of first finding Laura on the steamboat, did she notice that Laura’s mind was at all deranged?  She couldn’t say that she did.  After the recovery of Laura from her long illness, did Mrs. Hawkins think there, were any signs of insanity about her?  Witness confessed that she did not think of it then.

Re-Direct examination.  “But she was different after that?”

“O, yes, sir.”

Washington Hawkins corroborated his mother’s testimony as to Laura’s connection with Col.  Selby.  He was at Harding during the time of her living there with him.  After Col.  Selby’s desertion she was almost dead, never appeared to know anything rightly for weeks.  He added that he never saw such a scoundrel as Selby. (Checked by District attorney.) Had he noticed any change in, Laura after her illness?  Oh, yes.  Whenever, any allusion was made that might recall Selby to mind, she looked awful—­as if she could kill him.

“You mean,” said Mr. Braham, “that there was an unnatural, insane gleam in her eyes?”

“Yes, certainly,” said Washington in confusion.

All this was objected to by the district attorney, but it was got before the jury, and Mr. Braham did not care how much it was ruled out after that.

“Beriah Sellers was the next witness called.  The Colonel made his way to the stand with majestic, yet bland deliberation.  Having taken the oath and kissed the Bible with a smack intended to show his great respect for that book, he bowed to his Honor with dignity, to the jury with familiarity, and then turned to the lawyers and stood in an attitude of superior attention.

“Mr. Sellers, I believe?” began Mr. Braham.

“Beriah Sellers, Missouri,” was the courteous acknowledgment that the lawyer was correct.

“Mr. Sellers; you know the parties here, you are a friend of the family?”

“Know them all, from infancy, sir.  It was me, sir, that induced Silas Hawkins, Judge Hawkins, to come to Missouri, and make his fortune.  It was by my advice and in company with me, sir, that he went into the operation of—­”

“Yes, yes.  Mr. Sellers, did you know a Major Lackland?”

“Knew him, well, sir, knew him and honored him, sir.  He was one of the most remarkable men of our country, sir.  A member of congress.  He was often at my mansion sir, for weeks.  He used to say to me, ’Col.  Sellers, if you would go into politics, if I had you for a colleague, we should show Calhoun and Webster that the brain of the country didn’t lie east of the Alleganies.  But I said—­”

“Yes, yes.  I believe Major Lackland is not living, Colonel?”

There was an almost imperceptible sense of pleasure betrayed in the Colonel’s face at this prompt acknowledgment of his title.

“Bless you, no.  Died years ago, a miserable death, sir, a ruined man, a poor sot.  He was suspected of selling his vote in Congress, and probably he did; the disgrace killed’ him, he was an outcast, sir, loathed by himself and by his constituents.  And I think; sir”——­