The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1860-01-13

terrors of the past in forgetfulness; for
kind nature puts an end to intolerable
sufferings Of mind, as of body, by insensi-
bility or death.
Meanwhile the murder was soon known
in the city; and the fearful end of the
gentle youth, who had confded himself, a
foreigner, to their hospitality, was learned
by all with sorrow and indignation. A
dagger, stepped in blood, had been found
lying by the velvet cap of the Spaniard,
and not far from it a hat, ornamented
with plumes and clasp of gems, showed
the recent traces of man who seemed to
have sought safety in the direction of the
wood. The hat was Immediately recog
nized as Edwards; and as he was nowhere
to be found, fears were soon entertained
that Gonsalvo had been murdered by his
friend. The terrified father mounted his
horse, and accompanied by crowd of
people calling for vengeance, swore SOL
emnly thai nothing should save the MUIR
derer, were he even compelled to execute
him with bis own hands. We may imag-
inc the shouts of the attendants, and the
feelings of the father, when, at the break
of day, Edward Eynch was found sunk un-
der a tree, living, and although covered
with blood, yet apparently without any
dangerous wound. We may imagine the
shudder which ran through the crowd
the feelings of the father we cannot imag
ine-when, restored to sense, he embraced
his fathers knees, declared himself the
murderer of Gonsalvo, and earnestly i'm
plored instant punishment. He was taken
home bound, tried before full assembly
of magistrates, and condemned to death
by his own father.
But the people would not lose their dar-
ling. Like the waves of the tempest
troubled sea, they filled the market place
and the street, and forgetting the crime of
The son in the relentless justice of the ia
ther, demanded, with threatening cries,
the opening of the prison and the pardon
ing of the criminal. During the night,
though the guards were doubled, it was
with great difficulty that the incensed mob
were withheld from breaking in. Towards
morning it was announced to the May,-
that all resistance would be in vain, for
that part of the soldiers had gone over
to the people-only the eforei On guard held
out-and all demanded, with furious cries,
the inst ant liberation of the criminal.
At this the infexible magistrate took
resolution which many will call inhuman,
but whose awful self-conquest certainly be-
longs to the rarest examples of S .oical firm
ness. Accompanied by priest, he pro-
ceeded through secret passage to the
dungeon of his son; and when with newly
awakened desire of life, excited by the sym
pathy of his fellow-c citizens, Edward sunk
a. bis feet, and asked eagerly if he brought
him mercy and pardon, the old man re
Piled with unfaltering voice: "No my son
in this world there is no mercy for YOU
Your life is irrevocably forfeited to the law,
and at sunrise you must die. One-and-
twenty years have prayed for your earth
ly happiness. But that is past. Turn
your thoughts now to eternity; and if there
yet be hope there, let us now kneel down
together, and implore the Almighty to
grant you mercy hereafter. But then
hope my son, though he could not live
worthy Of his father, will at least know
how to die worthy ofhim."
With these words he rekindled the
pride of the once noble and dauntless
youth, and after short prayer he surren-
dered himself with heroic resignation to
his fathers pitiless will. As the people,
and the greater part of the armed men
mingled in their ranks, now prepared,
amidst more wild furious menaces, to
storm the prison, James Lynch appeared
at a lofty window. His son stood at his
side with halter round his neck. 81
have sw orn," said the inf1exib!e magistrate,
"that Golvanso's murderer should die,
even though must perform the office Of
executioner myself. Providence has taken
me at my word; and you, madmen, learn
from the most wretched of fathers, that
nothing must stop the course of justice,
and that even the tie. of nature must break
before it."
While he spoke these words, he had
made the rope fast to an iron projecting
from the wall, and now suddenly pushing
bis son out of the window, he completed
his dreadful work. Nor did he leave the
spot till the last convulsive struggles gave
certainty of the death of the unhappy
victim. AS if struck by a thunderclap,
the tumul.uous mob had beheld the hor-
rible spectacle in death-lke silence, and
every man glided, as if stunned, to his
own house.
From that moment the Mayor of Gal,
way resigned all his occupation and digni
ties, and was never beheld by any eye but
that of his family. lie never left his
home until he was carried from it to the
grave. Anna Blake died in convent
both families, in the course of time. disap-
peared from the earth {; but the skull and
cross bones long continued to mark the
scene of this fearful tragedy.
If, AND IT'S PRoaENnY-If every man
was honest we need not lock our door.
If everybody would just mind his owr
business, there would be much more busi
ness done.
If we would only talk less Of other peo
pie, other people would see fewer numb
skulls.
If you charge your servants with lying