eral feet away under a heap of leaves and brush were found the remains of the little one who, singing "Jesus, Lover of My Soul," walked straight out to her dreadful doom.
We find during all these exciting scenes the father and mother crazed over the fate of their darling, and the public mind not far short of a similar frenzy in view of the dangers and possibilities surrounding the innocent children which form essential parts of nearly every household. We pass the sad obsequies and merely mention the scalding tears of grief and human sorrow wrung from strong men, as they exhumed the body from its place of concealment, and of those who beheld the pitiable figure, as it lay under examination in the courthouse. We pass these facts, as well as the groans of agony that went up to heaven all through that sad night from a united people in sympathy with the bereaved parents. We will not unnecessarily excite to sensational remembrance further than "The Facts in the Case" call up such remembrances. The people of Paris laid the desecrated body away to rest and then the curtain was raised upon the next act.
