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a voluntary kind was credible of her。 Twelve o'clock struck。
Again Franz went out into the road； and walked nearly up to the
archway； he returned with heavy sadness and foreboding at his
heart； reluctantly admitting that now all hope of seeing her that
night was over。 That night？ Poor sorrowing heart； the night was
to be eternal！ The anguish of the desolate 〃never more〃 was
awaiting him。
There is something intensely pathetic in being thus； as it were；
spectators of a tragic drama which is being acted on two separate
stages at oncethe dreadful link of connection； which is unseen to
the separate actors； being only too vividly seen by the spectators。
It was with some interest that I； who believed in Kerkel's
innocence； heard this story； and in imagination followed its
unfolding stage。 He went to bed； not； as may be expected； to
sleep； tossing restlessly in feverish agitation； conjuring up many
imaginary terrorsbut all of them trifles compared with the dread
reality which he was so soon to face。 He pictured her weepingand
she was lying dead on the cold pavement of the dark archway。 He
saw her in agitated eloquence pleading with offended parentsand
she was removed for ever from all agitations； with the peace of
death upon her young face。
At an early hour he started； that he might put an end to his
suspense。 He had not yet reached the archway before the shattering
news burst upon him。 From that moment he remembered nothing。 But
his mother described his ghastly agitation； as； throwing himself
upon her neck； he told her； through dreadful sobs； the calamity
which had fallen。 She did her best to comfort him； but he grew
wilder and wilder； and rolled upon the ground in the agony of an
immeasurable despair。 She trembled for his reason and his life。
And when the messengers came to seek him； she spoke but the simple
truth in saying that he was like one distracted。 Yet no sooner had
a glimpse of light dawned on him that some vague suspicion rested
on him in reference to the murder； than he started up； flung away
his agitation； and； with a calmness which was awful； answered every
question； and seemed nerved for every trial。 From that moment not
a sob escaped him until； in the narrative of the night's events； he
came to that part which told of the sudden disclosure of his
bereavement。 And the simple； straightforward manner in which he
told this tale； with a face entirely bloodless； and eyes that
seemed to have withdrawn all their light inwards； made a great
impression on the audience； which was heightened into sympathy when
the final sob； breaking through the forced calmness； told of the
agony which was eating its fiery way through the heart。
The story was not only plausible in itself； but accurately tallied
with what before had seemed like the criminating evidence of the
maid； tallied； moreover； precisely as to time； which would hardly
have been the case had the story been an invention。 As to the
waistcoat which had figured so conspicuously in all the rumors； it
appeared that suspicion had monstrously exaggerated the facts。
Instead of a waistcoat plashed with bloodas popular imagination
pictured itit was a gray waistcoat； with one spot and a slight
smear of blood； which admitted of a very simple explanation。 Three
days before； Franz had cut his left hand in cutting some bread； and
to this the maid testified； because she was present when the
accident occurred。 He had not noticed that his waistcoat was
marked by it until the next day； and had forgotten to wash out the
stains。
People outside shook skeptical heads at this story of the cut hand。
The bloody waistcoat was not to be disposed of in that easy way。
It had fixed itself too strongly in their imagination。 Indeed； my
belief is that even could they have seen the waistcoat； its
insignificant marks would have appeared murderous patches to their
eyes。 I had seen it； and my report was listened to with ill…
concealed disbelief； when not with open protestation。 And when
Kerkel was discharged as free from all suspicion； there was a low
growl of disappointed wrath heard from numerous groups。
This may sympathetically be understood by whomsoever remembers the
painful uneasiness of the mind under a great stress of excitement
with no definite issue。 The lust for a vengeance； demanded by the
aroused sensibilities of compassion； makes men credulous in their
impatience； they easily believe anyone is guilty； because they feel
an imperious need for fastening the guilt upon some definite head。
Few verdicts of 〃Not Guilty〃 are well received； unless another
victim is at hand upon whom the verdict of guilty is likely to
fall。 It was demonstrable to all judicial minds that Kerkel was
wholly； pathetically innocent。 In a few days this gradually became
clear to the majority； but at first it was resisted as an attempt
to balk justice； and to the last there were some obstinate
doubters； who shook their heads mysteriously； and said； with a
certain incisiveness； 〃Somebody must have done it； I should very
much like to know who。〃
Suspicion once more was drifting aimlessly。 None had pointed in
any new direction。 No mention of anyone whom I could identify with
the stranger had yet been made； but； although silent on the
subject； I kept firm in my conviction； and I sometimes laughed at
the pertinacity with which I scrutinized the face of every man I
met； if he happened to have a black beard； and as black beards are
excessively common； my curiosity； though never gratified； was never
allowed repose。
Meanwhile Lieschen's funeral had been emphatically a public
mourning。 Nay； so great was the emotion； that it almost deadened
the interest which otherwise would have been so powerful； in the
news now daily reaching us from Paris。 Blood had flowed upon her
streetsin consequence of that pistol…shot； which； either by
accident or criminal intent； had converted the demonstration before
the hotel of the Minister of Foreign Affairs into an insurrection。
Paris had risen； barricades were erected。 The troops were under
arms。 This was agitating news。
Such is the solidarity of all European nations； and so quick are
all to vibrate in unison with the vibrations of each； that events
like those transacted in Paris necessarily stirred every city； no
matter how remote； nor politically how secure。 And it says much
for the intense interest excited by the Lehfeldt tragedy that
Nuremberg was capable of sustaining that interest even amid the
tremendous pressure of the February Revolution。 It is true that
Nuremberg is at all times somewhat sequestered from the great
movements of the day； following slowly in the rear of great waves；
it is true； moreover； that some politicians showed remarkable
eagerness in canvassing the characters and hopes of Louis Philippe
and Guizot； but although such events would at another period have
formed the universal interest； the impenetrable mystery hanging
over Lieschen's death threw the Revolution into the background of
their thoughts。 If when a storm is raging over the dreary
moorland； a human cry of suffering is heard at the door； at once
the thunders and the tumult si