Alas! her presentiments were correct.

There, lying on the pavement, was the mangled form of her father, who had desperately sprung from the balcony above, to escape arrest from the man with the keen grey eyes, who, with the warrant in his hand, stood contemplating the lifeless body.
"Father! father!" cried Lizzie, in an anguished voice; "father, speak once!" Too late! too late! the spirit had passed away--the murderer had rushed before a higher tribunal--a mightier Judge--into the presence of One who tempers justice with mercy..