Clearfield Republican. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1851-1937, 1859-05-11

that once seen, it can never be forgotten.
Ills hair, once intensely red, is now shad.
ing 10 gray his left eye squints he STAN,
fners badly; his look is almost mbeara-
bly malignant, and he has q deep dent or
scar on his right cheek shaped almost
precisely like horseshoe, with the heels
pointing downwards, and a little slantiug
IN towards his mouth. He is the only
llylng human being that now find it i'm
possible to forgive, He in reality has made
me live miserable life, and has brought
me to this terrible death.
g am going fast. Ny heart is sinking
my strength is falling, my eyes grow dim.
and | shall soon be with my final judge
Before 90, | have one request to make of
you. 1t is the request of q diving man
VINO has wronged you deeply, but can
never wrong you more. ! have told YOU
the tale OF my almost involuntary CON
nectlon with your fathers murder. 1t
filled me with remorse at the time, and
deeply have | repcnted it ever since.
am paying the forfeit of my life for my
part of the crime ] can do no more to
atone for it, Can you, then, forgive me
your fathers death? Somehow, | feel
that if you will say that you forgive me,
shall die easier and more content"
a. NJ, whose nature was both
magnanlmous and torgiving, had, in his
own feelings, anticipated the request Of
Orme, and purposed, as soon as his con
fession was closed, to tender the offer Of
forgiveness. Leaning forward, and ex-
tending, at the same time, his hand to
the dying man, he said, in voice tremu-
lous with emotion -
81 forgive you, Orme the murder of
my father, and | Tray that Heaven may
forgive you, too. Depart in peace, and
may God be Inercilul to your soul"
Tears welled up into the eyes Of Orme,
and, for a moment he seemed too full for
utterance. Grasping the extended hand
Of A. NJ, and looking him tendcrly
in the face he at length was able to say
God bless you for that sweet word
FORGIVE. 1t has rolled a dark burden
from my soul. |, too, freely forgive you
my own death. The blessing of a poor
sinful man like me is not much but, such
as it is, | give it tc you. Farewcllw
The fatigue produced 10y his long con-
iession, and the emotion excited 10y the
scene which followed its conclusion, fatal.
ly accelerated the hemorrhage from his
wound. His pulse futtered failed, and
then returned with teebler throb. His
grasp upon the hand of A. NJ, which
he had continued to hold, gradually re-
laXed The eye grew CLASSY and fixed,
and reason wandered in the brief deliri.
um of the final moment. A prolonged
trcmor passed over his body, he grew
deeply still, and was apparently dead
At length he seemed to revive. His mind
was with the scenes and the eyonts Of his
early life. The names Of his mother and
playmatcs, and illusions to boyish sports
the green fields and the roaring ocean, of
his childhood's home on the beach, in his
native Georgia-werc indistinctly, but tre- !
quently uttered He drew long breath,
turned on his side, and, in low, distinct
voice, exclaimed Mother, it is very dark, |
and | am so sleepy now. 1t is time for
little buddy TO 60 to bed, Let me say my
little prayer
Now lay me down to sleep,
pray the Lord"
The voice failed ere the couplet was
the change of death passed over
the countenance, and the heart of the (
pcnitcnt Orme had ceased to beat.
The attendants who had witnessed, .
with astonishmcnt, the extraordinary inter-