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[Dienhart L. <spi...@sp...>]

Tly humanitarian basis. But if he does not, there's an end to the family
tie. He is not a father to him, and the son has a right to look upon him
as a stranger, and even an enemy. Our tribune, gentlemen of the jury,
ought to be a school of true and sound ideas." (Here the orator was
interrupted by irrepressible and almost frantic applause. Of course, it
was not the whole audience, but a good half of it applauded. The fathers
and mothers present applauded. Shrieks and exclamations were heard from
the gallery, where the ladies were sitting. Handkerchiefs were waved.
The President began ringing his bell with all his might. He was
obviously irritated by the behavior of the audience, but did not venture
to clear the court as he had threatened. Even persons of high position,
old men with stars on their breasts, sitting on specially reserved seats
behind the judges, applauded the orator and waved their handkerchiefs.
So that when the noise died down, the President confined himself to
repeating his stern threat to clear the court, and Fetyukovitch, excited
and triumphant, continued his speech.) "Gentlemen of the jury, you
remember that awful night of which so much has been said to-day, when
the son got over the fence and stood face to face with the ene