“But this is only the prologue to the tragedy.  Bear with me while I relate it. (Mr. Braham takes out a handkerchief, unfolds it slowly; crashes it in his nervous hand, and throws it on the table).  Laura grew up in her humble southern home, a beautiful creature, the joy, of the house, the pride of the neighborhood, the loveliest flower in all the sunny south.  She might yet have been happy; she was happy.  But the destroyer came into this paradise.  He plucked the sweetest bud that grew there, and having enjoyed its odor, trampled it in the mire beneath his feet.  George Selby, the deceased, a handsome, accomplished Confederate Colonel, was this human fiend.  He deceived her with a mock marriage; after some months he brutally, abandoned her, and spurned her as if she were a contemptible thing; all the time he had a wife in New Orleans.  Laura was crushed.  For weeks, as I shall show you by the testimony of her adopted mother and brother, she hovered over death in delirium.  Gentlemen, did she ever emerge from this delirium?  I shall show you that when she recovered her health, her mind was changed, she was not what she had been.  You can judge yourselves whether the tottering reason ever recovered its throne.

“Years pass.  She is in Washington, apparently the happy favorite of a brilliant society.  Her family have become enormously rich by one of those sudden turns, in fortune that the inhabitants of America are familiar with—­the discovery of immense mineral wealth in some wild lands owned by them.  She is engaged in a vast philanthropic scheme for the benefit of the poor, by, the use of this wealth.  But, alas, even here and now, the same, relentless fate pursued her.  The villain Selby appears again upon the scene, as if on purpose to complete the ruin of her life.  He appeared to taunt her with her dishonor, he threatened exposure if she did not become again the mistress of his passion.  Gentlemen, do you wonder if this woman, thus pursued, lost her reason, was beside herself with fear, and that her wrongs preyed upon her mind until she was no longer responsible for her acts?  I turn away my head as one who would not willingly look even upon the just vengeance of Heaven.  (Mr. Braham paused as if overcome by his emotions.  Mrs. Hawkins and Washington were in tears, as were many of the spectators also.  The jury looked scared.)

“Gentlemen, in this condition of affairs it needed but a spark—­I do not say a suggestion, I do not say a hint—­from this butterfly Brierly; this rejected rival, to cause the explosion.  I make no charges, but if this woman was in her right mind when she fled from Washington and reached this city in company—­with Brierly, then I do not know what insanity is.”

When Mr. Braham sat down, he felt that he had the jury with him.  A burst of applause followed, which the officer promptly, suppressed.  Laura, with tears in her eyes, turned a grateful look upon her counsel.  All the women among the spectators saw the tears and wept also.  They thought as they also looked at Mr. Braham; how handsome he is!