A young girl named Mary, aged 15, stands trial for stealing three loaves of bread. When asked by the judge if she is guilty, Mary tearfully explains that her parents have died, leaving her to care for her hungry young siblings. Unable to find work in the bitter cold, she took the bread to feed her starving brothers and sisters. Moved by Mary's desperate situation, the judge defers sentencing her, showing mercy given her circumstances.
A young girl named Mary, aged 15, stands trial for stealing three loaves of bread. When asked by the judge if she is guilty, Mary tearfully explains that her parents have died, leaving her to care for her hungry young siblings. Unable to find work in the bitter cold, she took the bread to feed her starving brothers and sisters. Moved by Mary's desperate situation, the judge defers sentencing her, showing mercy given her circumstances.
A young girl named Mary, aged 15, stands trial for stealing three loaves of bread. When asked by the judge if she is guilty, Mary tearfully explains that her parents have died, leaving her to care for her hungry young siblings. Unable to find work in the bitter cold, she took the bread to feed her starving brothers and sisters. Moved by Mary's desperate situation, the judge defers sentencing her, showing mercy given her circumstances.
A young girl named Mary, aged 15, stands trial for stealing three loaves of bread. When asked by the judge if she is guilty, Mary tearfully explains that her parents have died, leaving her to care for her hungry young siblings. Unable to find work in the bitter cold, she took the bread to feed her starving brothers and sisters. Moved by Mary's desperate situation, the judge defers sentencing her, showing mercy given her circumstances.
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Guilty or Not Guilty Every man in the courtroom,
Graybeard and thoughtless youth –
She stood at the bar of Justice, Knew, as he looked upon her, A creature, wan and wild, That the prisoner spoke the truth, In a form too small for a woman, Out from their pockets came kerchiefs, In features too old for a child. Out from old, faded wallets For a look so worn and pathetic Treasures hoarded for years. Was stamped on her pale young face, It seemed like long years of suffering Must have left that silent trace. The judge’s face was a study, The strangest thing you ever saw, As he cleared his throat and murmured “Your name,” said the judge, as he eyed her Something about the law. with a kindly yet keen look. For one so learned in such matters, Mary Aguirre, if you please, sir.”” So wise in dealing with men “And your age?” “I am fifteen.” He seemed, on a simple question “Well, Mary,” – and then from a paper I was sorely puzzled just then. He slowly and gravely read – “You are charged here – I am sorry to say it – with stealing three loaves of bread. No one blamed him, or wondered When at last these words they heard “The sentence of this young prisoner is for “You took me not like an old offender, the present deferred.” And I hope that you can show the charge to And no one blamed him or wondered be false. When he went to her and smiled Now tell me, Are you guilty of this, or not?” And tenderly left the courtroom A passionate burst of weeping Himself, the “guilty” child! Was at first her sole reply; But she dried her tears in a moment, And looked in the judge’s eyes.
I will tell you just how it was, sir
My father and mother are dead, And my little brothers and sisters were hungry And asked me for bread. At first, I earned it for them By working hard all day. But somehow the times were hard, sir, and the work all fell away.
I could get no more employment,
The weather was bitter cold; The young ones cried and shivered So what was I to do, sir? I am guilty, but do not condemn; I took – O! was it stealing? – The bread to give to them.