“I opened the letter—glanced at its contents—at the same instant the jury made their appearance—and the clerk said:—
“‘Gentlemen of the jury, have you agreed upon a verdict?’
“‘We have, sir,’ said the foreman.
“‘What is it?’
“‘Not guilty!’
“The court-house rang with applause. The crowd rushed toward me to shake me by the hand and congratulate me. Suddenly, in the midst of the tumult, I heard the furious words:—
“‘Murderer! you have escaped, but I brand you before God and man as the murderer of my brother!’
“It was Judge Conway, who, mounted upon a bench, with glaring eyes, foaming lips, teeth clenched, in a wild fury, shook his arm at me, and denounced me as a convict before God, if not before man.”