Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1865-11-23

my iauuiOTu LUG leHo" wac O hiooi @ ~
insolent; but, after all he had done moth.
ing to justify his receiving such rough
treatment at my hands. What would be
the upshot of it all While revolving this
uncomfortable question, the door grated on
its hinges, my jaior appeared, and desired
me to follow. him. Two turnkeys placed
themselves one at each side of me, and We
walked on. We traversed gloomy corridors,
feebly lighted by interior windows. [ saw
behind grating a noted robber and assas.
sin, who was sentenced to be executed on
the following morning. He wore strait
waistcoet, and was singing with hoarse
voice, ~ am King of these Mountains
As passed, he shouted after me: "Ha!
comrade, I'll keep place for you to.mor-
row on my right"
The turkeys looked at each other with a
sinister smile, and my flesh crept with hor-
.ror.
L was conducted into gloomy sort of
judgment hall, at the upper end of which
were seated two judges, one of them be-.
ing my late visitor, Won Spreckdahl. A
clerk employed in tickling his ear with the
feather of his pen, sat before table. -.
Won Spreokdabl raising his voice, ad-
dressed me; "Heiurich Kapff, how did
you become possessed. Of this drawing?"
He showed me the noctural sketch; I
examined it and replied:
"It was done by me-"
There was a silence, and the clerk wrote
down my reply.
I thought within myself, "What is the
meaning of this? What connection can
the sketch have with my pushing Rapp
down stairs?"
at was done by you," repeated Won
Spreckdabl.. "What is the subject of it ?"
at was fancy sketch"
"You have not copied the details from
any painting or engraving?"
"No, sir; invented them all.".
"Prisouer," said the judge in a severe
tone, "I advise you to reflect. Do not lie"
Redeemed with anger and said emphat
ically: ~ have spoken the truth"
"Write, clerk" said Van Spreckdahl.
"And this woman" continued he, "who
is being assassinated at the edge of we'll,
have you imagined her figure also ?"
"Certainly."
"You never saw her ~
"Never."
With an indignant gesture, Van Spreck-
dahl rose from his chair, then resumiug his
seat, he appeared to consult in. low tone
with his colleague.
"What can it be all about? What have
I done?" muruured to myself ... ..
Addressing my guards, Won Spreokdahl
said: "Conduct the prisoner to the carriage.
We are going to the Metzger Strasse-
Heinrich Kapff," he continued, "you are
pursuing deplorable path. Consider that
if the justice of man is iDfexible, the mer-
cy of God may yet be obtained by full
confession of your crime"
could not reply; | felt as if under the
influence Of some frightful dream, and pre-
pared to follow my guard in silence.
Two policemen and | entered the car.
riage, which rolled along through several
streets One of my guards took out his
snuF-boz, and offered pinch to his com.
panion. Mechanically, also extended my
finger and thumb towards the box, but its
owner drew it back with q gesture of aver
sion, and quickly replaced it in his pocket
felt the hot tinging bleod mount to my
forehead, but before | could speak, the car
riage stopped One of the policemen got
out while the other held me, fettered as I
was, by the COLLAR, until, seeing bis com,
rade ready to receive me, ,>he thrust me rude
ly out
All these precautions to SECURE my person
argued no good, but just then | was given
no time for reflection. My guards hurried
me along narrow, filthy alley, bounded
by high walls, and through which trickled
stream of some thick dark liquid. Ar
rived at the end, they opened door, and
pushed me before them into square court
During our progress, strange horror had
taken possession of me, not arising from
the uncertainty and mystery of my position,
but rather like the effect of nightmare. |
seemed to be walking in frightful dream,
seeing and acting without my own volition,
and under haunting conviction of the un.
reality of all the objects around But this
horror became very tangible and real when
looked around the place where I now
found myself. There was the very ident-
cal court, which l had drawn the night be.
fore--the walls furnished with hooks, the
broken hen. coops, the rabbit. hutch; not a
single detail, not even the most trifing,
was wanting!
Beside the wall stood the two judges,
Won Spreckdahl and Richter. At their
feet lay the corpse of the old woman, hoE
long grey hair disbeveled, her face liVid,
her eyes starting from her head, and her
tongue protruding from between her clench-
ed teeth. It was horrid spectacle.
"prisonc1 !" said Won Spreckdahl, in q
solemn voice, shave you anything to say ?"
made no answer.
"Do you acknowledge that you threw this
woman, Theresa Becker, into this we'll, after
having stranged her and taken possession
of her money!"
"No," cried-"no | do not know
this woman | never saw her unit! now.
May God help me p
at is enough" said he in a dry tone ;
and then, without adding another word, he
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