East Saginaw courier. (East Saginaw, Mich.) 1859-18??, 1866-03-14

drew it back with a gesture of aver
sion, and quickly replaced it in hi
pocket.
/ felt the hot tingling blood noun
to my forehead, but before / coul,
speak the carriage stopped. One of
the policemen got out, while the othe
held me-fettered as | was-by th,
collar, until, seeing his companion
ready to receive me, he thrust Ill,
rudely out.
All these precautions to secure m,
person augured no good, but just thei
l was given no time for reflection. =
my guards hurried me along a narrow
filthy alley, bounded by high walls
and through which trickled fetic
stream of some thick, dark liquid
Arrived at the end, they opened @
door, and pushed me before them in,
to square cpurt. During our pro.
gress, a strange horror had taken pos
"S''-'i--- r --.@-- .a4t ar;ainn fran, tLo,
uncertainty and mystery of my posi-
ton but rather like the effect OF night.
mare. / seemed to be walking in a
frightful dream, seeing and acting
without my own volition, aud under a
haunting conviction of the unreality
of all objects around. But tins hor-
ror became very tangible and real
when looked around the place where
j now found myself There was the
very identical court which l had
drawn the night before the walls
furnished with hooks, the broken hen
coop, the rabbit hutch; not a single
detail. not even the most triAing, was
wanting!
Beside the well stood the two iudg-
es, Won Spreckdahl and Richter, Al
their feet lay the corpse of the old wQ-
man, her long gray hair dishevelled,
her face livid her eyes protruding
from her head, and her tongue pro-
truding from between her clenched
teeth. 1t was a horrid spectacle.
prisoner said Won Spreckdahl
in solemn voice, "have you got any
thing to say?"
l made no answer.
"Do you acknowledge that you
threw this woman, Theresa Becker,
into this well, after having strangled
her and taken possession of her mon
ey?"
"No {" / cried, mo! 1 do not
know this woman; l never saw her
until now. May God help me ~
at is enough" said he in dry
tone; and then, without adding
another word, he and his colleague
took their departure.
My guards conducted me back to
the Raspell Haus, and left me alone
in my cell. i fell into a profound
stupor, and when but half aroused
from it, my conscience awoke TO Il
sort Of morbid activity, and l began
sassinated the old woman All, the
horrors of that night in prison Seat
ed on my bundle of straw, l watched
a moonbeam struggling through the
narrow window, and lighting up the
sinister outline of the gibbet on the op-
posite wall / heard the watchman
crying through the silence of the
night: "Sleep, inhabitants of Nurem-
berg the Lord watches over you
One o'clock Two o'clock Three
o'clock !" People say that it is better
to suffer death as an innocent man
than as a guilty one, and as regards
the state of soul it certainly is; but
the poor injured body, suffering un'
Justly, rebels, and its transports OF
recoihng horror at its undeserved, i'll.
evitable fate, are terrible.
Day dawned, and slowly lighted W
my gloomy prison. The window
looked OH the street. 1t was mar
ket day. and heard the rolling Of the
carts laden with fruit and vegetables
l could distinguish the cackling of the
the live poultry and the animated
ted discourse OF the butter wonon.--
As the morning advanced the nois,
became creator, and the buzz anC
movement of life around me seemed
to restore courage to my heart.
felt an irresistible desire to soc wha
was going on around me, and t,
look once more on the faces of my fel
low men.
My predecessors in the cell, anima
ted, no doubt, by like desire, haC
scooped holes in the wall, to facilitat,
their mounting to the window.
climbed up, and holding the bars
managed to scat myself on the mar
row ledge. Once l gazed entrancec
-on the crowd, the life, the movement
tears flowed down my cheeks; L fcl
an intense longing for life as life, sim
ply to breathe, move and feel the sun
"Ah !" | exclaimed, ''to live-only t.
live Let them sentence mo to hare
labor let them attach q weight t
my leg. What does it matter pro
vided only that l live !"
The quaint old market on which
looked offered a gay and animate'
spectacle. The peasant women il
their Bavarian costumes wero seateu
behind their baskets of eggs, fruit
and vegetables, and their cages file
with poultry ; butchers with their na
ked arms were chopping meat ol
their blocks; peasants with thei
large brimed felt hats set far back o.
their heads, leaned on their stou
holly-sticks, and smoked their pipes
The changing animated scene capt.
waited my attention, and in spite of mC
distracted my thoughts from my sa
situation. As continued to gaze %
the crowd, a butcher passed by, Ia
back bent under the weigt of an enor
nous quarter of beef which he Dor
OH his shoulners. His arms were bare
his elbows raised, and his head ben
down down in front. His hair fall
ing down in measure concealed hi
face, and yet at the first glance / shud
dered. at is he % / exclaimed in
wardly.
All my blood flew back to my heart
/ lcaped from the window down int
my prison, shivering, my teeth chat
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