East Saginaw courier. (East Saginaw, Mich.) 1859-18??, 1866-03-14
0 my God, hlep mel What am I to

0 my God, hlep me! What an, to
do 2" ,l, ~
: "A sudden idea, an insniration, as
believe from heaven DARED through,
my mind. put my hand into NY
coat-pocket, aud found my case Of
crayons. Rushing to the clean white.
washed wall, sketched the scene or
the murder with marvellous force and
rapidity. No more uncertainty, no
moro wavoring attempts. ] knew tho
man who grasped the luckless wo-
mans throat; 1 saw him, as IL h.
were sitting to me for his portrait
At ten o'clock tho JalCr entered nay
cell.
"What is this f". he said, looking
with surprise at my sketch.
$50 ask my Judges TO come lIither,
cried, still pursuing my work witt,
feversh ardor
"Thexawait you in the Hall OF
Judgement" replied he.
''Tell them to come; ! havo lis.
closure to make" said / as put The
ftptsRRS II d5Rsdt dtqafP HsfPP h ths lsdma dmanEdsress l ge
foreshortened on the wall, the features
stood out with wonderful force and re.
alitv.
The Jailer went out, and in ssw
minutes the two Judges appeared -
with my hand extended, and trerib-
bling, | said to them: 'Behold tho
assassin ~
Won Spreckdahl carefully md
quietly examined the sketch. "lHis
name? ?" he enquired.
II know it not" ! replied "But at
this moment he is in tho market, cut
ting up meat at the third stall on tho
left, as you enter from the Trabantcn
>trasse ssl
"What do yon advise ?" said my
Judge to his colleague.
'That we should instantly sepd for
the man." replied he in grave tone
Stepping out into the corridor, he
gave his orders to policeman stationed
there. During their absence, the two
Judges remained standing, contem-
plating the sketch. Suffering from
reaction, L sank on the ground, and
buried my head between my knees.
Soon stops resounded from far along
the vaulted passage. Those who
have not waited for the hour of deliy-
erance; and counted the minutes.
then as long as centuries those who
have not felt the poignant emotions
of suspense, terror, hope, ana doubs -
they canot conceive the sharp agony
of that moment. l could have dis
tinguished the footsteps of the mur-
derer, marhcing between thousand
others. They approached tho judges
themselves appeared moved. /
raised my head, my heart fo.t a.
though it were grasped by an iron
hand. Ny eyes were fixed on tho
closed door; it opened--the man sn.
tered. His cheek, were red AMI
causing the'inusvivo ~ 's"..y. ,'-- -
up to his ears and his small, rest.es-,
tauny-coored eyes spark!ed beneath
pair of thick reddish eyebrows.
Won Spreckdahl silently showed
him the sketch Then this powerful.
sanguine -complexioned man turned
pale--pale as death. Uttering q roar
which startled us all, lie opened bis
immense arms, and bounding back,
succeeded in overthrowing two Of Lis
guards. There was terrific struggle
in the corridor; we could hear the
painting respiration of the BUTCHER,
deep imprecations, broken words, and
the stamping of MANY feet, At length
the assassin was led in his he d IL {;
on his breast, his eyes bloodshot, its
limbs firmly fettered. Again he looked
fixedly at the drawing en- the wall,
seemed to reflect and muttered, "a IL
to himself, ''Who then could have seea
meat midnight 2"
/ was saved.
Many years have goao l'y since
that terrible adventure. Thank ioa-
zen / have no longer to dread the ma
portunities Of creditors, or to draw tho
portraits Of burgomssters. J have
gained for myself a recognized place
in the great world of art. Ba. ,hs
recollection Of that strange nocturnal
sketch has never become less vivid
sometimes l lay aside my brush aud
pallet and muse on it for EUu:s ~
gether.
How was it that q criro cor3in,i
ted by man l did not know, in q
place which had never seen, WIS re
produced by my pencil, even in it4
minutest details? Was 10 by ella ice
No. And yet, after al Whit i, elancJ
but the effect of some cause which es
capes us? Perhaps Shil,er was r;.;,s
when he said 'srhc Immortal 500
does not share the exhaustion Vf mss
ter; during the sleep of the body sh1
uniolds her radient wings AID Eie
forth, God knows whittier! What ali
then does none can tel, but iu~Irirc
ton, now and then betrays th0 srcre
of her nocturnal wanderidgs. VIII
knows? Nature is mere daring
her realities than iinagina.iyA n !.e
fancies.