CHAPTER VIII.

IN THE CELL--A VISIT FROM RICHARD'S FATHER AND MY MOTHER--THE

TRIAL--THE DECISION OF THE COURT--A FEW WORDS OF EXPLANATION.

We were soon escorted to a cell, which was much larger and colder than

the one we occupied the night previous. The handcuffs taken off, the

door closed upon us, and with sad hearts we sat down upon a bed of

straw.

We had been in the cell but a few minutes when Richard's father came

with some supper for his son. How sad he looked as he entered the

cell--a father's love for his boy was clearly manifest. He did not say

much, but looked hard at me, as though he blamed me for leading him

from home. Of course I was a few months older than Richard, but he was

taller and stouter than I, and to look at us it would hardly appear

reasonable that I should have power to lead him away. Mr. Sedgwick only

stayed a few moments.

The supper was soon spread. Richard, poor fellow, could not eat, but I

did justice to my share. We then laid down and tried to sleep, but what

with the mice and other small visitors, and thinking of our peculiar

situation, we had little sleep that night, and were not sorry when

daylight came.

About 8 o'clock the next morning my mother entered the cell with some

breakfast for me. She did not say much but evidently felt for me. It

was principally through her we had been brought back. Though one of the

prime movers in our capture, she was hardly to blame, for she believed

it was her duty to do what she had done. So many tales had been told

her concerning Utah and the "Mormons" that she felt positive there must

be a great deal of truth in them.

About half-past 10 o'clock we were escorted into a room where an

officer took a description of us--color of our hair, eyes, complexion,

our height, etc. Shortly afterwards we were taken into the court room

and had our trial before Judge Fallows. Besides the judge and several

policemen, our employers, Richard's father and my mother were there.

The judge asked a few questions and then inquired what we had to say

for ourselves. I immediately arose and said:

"What I have to say for myself is this: The room I work in is not a fit

place, as it is a cold, damp cellar."

Mr. Gould denied this statement.

The judge then asked Richard what he had to say for himself. He

replied that his reason for absconding was because we were such close

companions, and when I ran away he followed me. One of the police said

to me:

"You're the leader, then, are you?"

We were then asked by the judge whether we would serve the remainder of

our apprenticeship in jail, or go back and work for our employers. We

chose the latter alternative.

He then inquired of Mr. Carter what our expenses were and the amount of

our passage money. On being informed, he decided that if our employers

could obtain the money for our ship tickets it would clear the incurred

expenses; but if not, the expenses were to be deducted out of our

wages, and the case was dismissed. At this we were not sorry. I went

home; but as my parents were not there I went to see Wm. H. Scott.

Before proceeding further, it may be proper to offer a few words

concerning our capture. When we did not return to our homes at the time

appointed, suspicion was immediately aroused and Mr. Carter told Mr.

Gould and our parents he believed we were connected with the "Mormons,"

and had run away with the intention of going by a vessel that was to

sail for America. They at once telegraphed to London to see if the ship

had started and were informed it had not.

Our parents were anxious we should be brought back, and my mother

begged they would send for us. She said she would do anything rather

than have us go to Utah with the "Mormons." Mr. Gould was not much in

favor of taking any steps; but Mr. Carter felt quite interested in the

matter. He telegraphed to London and had a detective put on our track,

and started himself for London that evening and arrived there early

next morning, when, accompanied by a detective, he took us off the ship

as already narrated.

To again continue the story. I spent the Saturday afternoon after

our trial with Wm. H. Scott, who had not yet gone on his mission. He

informed us that while we were absent he had had an unpleasant time.

Both our parents and employers had suspected him of being the cause of

our absconding, and not seeing him in Middlesbrough, they thought he

had gone with us; but in this they were mistaken, as William, thinking

they would suspect him, went to Stockton and stayed there a few days.

After this interview I went home and was treated very kindly by my

parents that evening.

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