The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1868-05-07

| app'o"'''i's MIN With one last tehpta-
ton.
he was reused from bis gloomy rev.
.iiv % 0y the sound of footsteps in the
na'i 1t was late, and he wondered who
could be coming to zee him at that
.Ou': ., lie was no longer in doubt
nno'hcr moment the door was unlock
cd and the jaiIor entered, followed hv
his father. Behind lis father there
Was little shrouded figure. Ch,r,;o
started up in surpriss; there was y
'a'nt cry, and his young sister was in
his arms
'susie, Susie, ms dear child, how
came you here ?''
Charlie glanced half rcproachfuIlc at
his father as he spoke. It had been
agreed between them that this, his On
" sister, should not be brought into
this place Of horror, unless, after the
rendition Of fatal verdict, she came to
see her brother for the last time On
earth. But Nr. Wentworth, in the ex-
trefnlty Of his despair at lis sons ob-
St''aey: lad though: to try this last
means OF prevailing up3n him to speak
CEarlle>s mother had long been de.a
ana his father knew that he loved hi,
little orphan sister with rare foDdDsss
he hoped much, therefore, from her en-.
treaties.
- know Charlie" said Mr.. Went
worth, replying to his sons looks. :J
promised that Susie should not be
brought to this horrible place if We
could help it; but she has come to BEG
you' tor her sake, to save yourself from
the horrors OF murderer's doom. ard
her from the inheritauce Of dish hono~
able name"
"Oh! yes, Charlie; dear, dear Char
lie, tell me all about it, won't YOU 81
plead Susie,
"My darling sister," said Charlie.
mournfully, *'you are, too, going to
subject me to the pain Of refusing what
you ask? Oh, Susie, this is ny last
night before the trial; think, then.
how much l have suffered, and spare
me the anguish of listening to useless
entrcaties."
"lhen you wo::'s let Us save you.
'h' dear Charlie, I am only poor sim
pie girl, and don't know what to say
but | would beg you, On my knees, if
1t would do any good, to tell US where
you were that right.'
Charlie shook his head.
otis no use," he said. ::the story Of
that evening must die with me-"
"Oh, my son nay son WHY. why do
you persist in your fatal obstipacv -
groaned Mr.. Wentworth-while Susie
only wept in mute despair.
Charlie started up and paced across
mis- cell. "Ny God - he moaned. "rb;s
is too much ~
"Oh' Cbarlle,' sobbed Susie. sif YOU
love NE, If you respect our fathers hon.
oraole name; if you care for our dead
mothers memory, tell Us this secret
and let US save you..' And she drop-
PED on her knees before him. and CLASP
ed her hands in earnest entreaty.
Charles OVID eyes 6llcd with tears
and he raised his sister in his arms.
"susic,' he said, ':ch, Susie, YOU
ought to come here to console me-and
you only torture"
"iors've me, darling brotler-but
Oh think what there is at stake. Can T
ever look up, do you think, at nv faith
cr and smile, after you are"
''Hupg,' said Charlie, sloomilv.
''that is the werd. But, Susie. do YOU
believe me innocert:'
"Certainly do" exclaimed Susie
"Oh, Charlie, I believe in your inro-
cence, as [ do in Heaven S.
"Ihen surely oae DAY it will appear,
the true murderer will be discovered
my memory vii! be vindicated. and our
name will be freed from STAIN
"But you, oh, Charlie it will be too
late to save you!''
'Perhaps so; but shall have died
the death of brave loyal geutleman.-
Yes, Susie, although the manner ef
my death may be most isuominious. |
tell you I shall die as truly and coura-
geousIy as if l fell like our grandfather
fighting for the flag of GU, nation, and
in the fore front of an honorable bat
tie y
A passing enthusiasm lit up Char
lie's'pale face, and gave to his blue
eyes lustle of immortal heroism. Su-
sic and her father looked at him with
yearning admiration. And even the
dull jailor felt strong conviction Of his
innocence.
snow urge ME no MORE" said Charlie,
alter few moments pause; Il tell you
l should be base and culpable were to
betray secret l have sworn to keep.
My dear sister, let me have little COM
fort in these few minutes we can be to-
gcthev."
Something in the melancholy earnest
ness of his appeal touched both father
and sister, they said 10 more on the
fatal subject, but did all they could to
comfort him in the short remaining