The Lonely Bride by Fred M. White

In an instant Grace perceived the new danger. The exact meaning of the question came to her in a lightning flash. As she glanced up proudly and defiantly she read her fate in the eyes of the jury as clearly as if she had been standing in the dock and a judge had just asked her peers to pronounce the sentence upon her.

Even in the midst of her trouble it was wonderful to her to note how clear and luminous her mind was. She recollected having read something of the same kind in a daily paper recently--the sordid history of a man and a woman who had placed her husband out of the way to conceal the story of their guilt. And now it seemed to Grace as if her difficulty was on all fours with the same low class of crime. It was well known already that she had married a man she both hated and despised merely as a matter of convenience; all her friends knew that she was greatly attached to Max Graham, and here was a witness in a position to prove that Max Graham had visited her late at night on the very day of her marriage.