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

J another attempt on the impracticable
} corner of the sketch, when a clash Of
arms grounded ON the pavement OPP
posite caught my ear. i looked out
of the window, and saw several po-
licemen fully armed, stationed and
!. keeping guard outside.
"That old villain Rapp," thought
-"can he have met any serious inju-
ry~
Confused voices and heavy steps
mounting tho stairs my door was Vi
olently shaken.
"ln the name Of the law, openr
Trembling, though scarcely knew
why, obeyed. Two muscular hands
instantly grasped my collar, and Eat
little man in green uniform, who
smelt strongly of beer, came close to
me and said: Heinerich Kapff, l ar
rest you"
"For ,''hst s-iina'n ] inquired, as
| recognized the chief Of police.
''Come along" he cried roughly,
and made sign to one of his men to
handcuff me.
Resistance, of course, was useless
was eflectually secured, and con-
veyed down stairs by some of the par
ty; while the others ransacked my
room in every corner, prodding my
furniture, and turning over on the
floor, my poor wardrobe and other
scanty possessions. My captors thrust
me into covered carriage, and two of
them entered after me, and took their
places one at each side.
"What have l done ?" / inquired
again.
"Hans, said one of them to the
other, with sour smile, she asks
what he has donen'
Soon dark shadow enveloped us,
as the carriage rolled under the
gloomy archway which leads to the
Raspel Haus, or city prison. The
jailer, with gray WOODEN cap on his
head and a short pipe between his
lips, received me from my conductors,
and having silently introduced me
into a cell, locked and barred the
door, and left me to my reflections.
The room was small, but tolerahly
clean, and the walls being newly
whitewashed presented no inscriptions
or drawings, save rude sketch Of a
gibbet, probably executed by my pre-
decessor. 1t was lighted by small
window, nine or ten feet from the
ground, and the furniture consisted of
a bundle of straw and bucket.
seated myself on the straw, and
remained, | know not how long,
plunged in a gloomy reverie. What
If the fall down stairs had intlicteds
some mortal injury on my landlord 2
The fellow was miser and insolent
but, after all, he had done nothing to
iHetit'at dly yaYaiij.sg such rough treat
the upshot of it all 4? While reyolv
ing this uncomfortable question, the
door grated on its hinges; my jailer
appeared, and desired mo to follow
him. Two turnkeys placed them
selves one at each side of me, and we
walked on. We trayersed gloomy
corridors, feebly lighted by interior
windows. l saw behind one noted
robber and assassin who was SEN
tenced to be executed on the follow
ing morning. He wore "a straight
waistcoat and was singing with a
hoarsc voice, 81 an the Rmg Of these
Mountains.
As / passed, he shouted after me
"Ha! comrade, I'll keep place for
you tomorrow on my right. J"
The turnkeys looked at each other
with sinister smile, and my flesh
crept with horror.
was conducted into a gloomy sort
of judgement hall, at the upper end
of which were seated two judges, one
Of them being my late visitor, Won
Spreckdahl. A clerk employed in
tickling his ear with the feather of his
pen sat before table.
Won Spreckdahl, raising his voice
addressed me:
"Hcinrich Kapff, how did you be-
come possed of this drawing ?"
He showed me the nocturnal sketch,
/ examined it and replied "lt was
done by me"
There was silence, and the clerk
wrote down my reply.
/ thought within myself: "What is
: the meaning of this? What connee-
ton can the sketch have with my
pushing Rapp down stairsl'
1T was done by you," repeated
Won Spreckdahl. "What is the sub
ject of it 2"
at was n fancy sketch"
"You have not copied the details
from any painting or engraving p
"No, sir, invented them ALL"
prisoner" SAID the judge, in se-
we're tone, II advise you to reflect. Do
not lie."
L redeemed with anger, and said
emphatically: 81 have spoken the
truth"
"And this woman" continued he,
"who is being assassinated at the edge
of well, have you imagined her fig
! ure also"
Certainly"
"You never saw her?"
} 'Never."
With an indignant GESTURE, Won
Spreckdahl rose from his chair, then
i resuming his seat. he appeared to
consult in a low tone with his col
: league.
"What can il be all about? What
have | done ?" murmured | to myself.
{ Addressing my guards, Won SpreslS-
dahl said Conduct the prisoner to
the carriage. We are going to the
Metzger Strass. Heinrich kapil," he
continued, 'you are lursuing deplo-
rable path Consider that if the JUS
, tice of men is lnilexible, the mercy OF
God may yet be obtained 10y a full
, confession OF your crime"
; / could not reply; | felt as If under
, the influence of some frightful dream,
l and prepared to follow my guards in