The Cambria freeman. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1867-1938, 1871-11-25

gether, comfortable and happy
ooh, Sarah. talk not of dreams to
doomed man like me perhaps we may
be happy in another existence but no,
that cannot be-for surely God will not
allow an innocent man the death of the
guilty. Oh, no, Sarah-oh, mol"
keep up your courage, my dear hus-
band certain strange, mysterious somes
thing assures me that all will yet be well,
how or in what manner Heavens only
| knows"
l wish could see it wish I could
feel it Sarah; do not mislead me with
false hopes Oh, my God if there
could only be found way to escape from
This ignomiuious death ~
Come, madam, times up,' end the
turnkey made his appearance. ''Hate to
disturb such pair of cooling doves, but
orders are orders, ma'am, and must be
obeyed. Always obey orders, if you
break crowns. You ought to persuade
your husband to stop his sniveling."
Sarah, with gesture of scorn and i'm
patience, prepared to leave.
''Mark what L tell you, ma'am, you'll
be looking for another husband in three
months time,'' continued the wretch, as
he walked out by her side.
Sarah hurried through the corridor en-
deavoring TO hear as little as possible of
the brute's conversation, and reached her
home and children, there to hope and
pray. The bours sped on, and it lacked
one day more for the execution. Fletch-
er had given up all hopes of reprieve,
and listened to the building of the scaffold
with solemn feeling born of despair.
GIVE brought another gal TO see Yoe
| this time, Fletcher. It's very probable
she won't be so agreea ble-Hke as fother
enc, but will do as much good, | reckon
A woman in black stood Before the bed
on which Fletcher reclined. He recog-
nized Mrs. Lancaster, the wife of the
murdered man.
"Ah, this does me good" said she,
taking a step nearer and shaking her
clenched fist in his face. ''It don't pay
10 take a fellow creatures life, does it
DON'T you speak to me, you villain
don't dare to open your mouth. [ came
here to gioat over your misery, and see
how the prospect OF leaving your wife and
babies affected you. Oh, you tremble
have found the tender cord My hus-
bands wife and children were pothing-
oh, no? Wretch, villain May the law
be fully justified"
The woman, TO all appearance, exas-
perated beyond the power Of further ut
terance, stepped little nearer and with
sly movement, hid one of her gloves
under the pillow of the bewlderod man.
"Have you finished, ma am" inquired
the turnkey, with his hand on the door.
''Now, really, Fletcher, don't you
rather prefer an interview of this kind to
one Of those laIly gagging sort you have
had SO many Of lately? Twill do you
more good-ten to one. What are you
doing now ?"
"Giving him one more look, that is all
Murderer rob5er! wretch l want TO
engrave his picture on my brain SO indel-
IDLY that 1 never can forget single fea-
lure"
''By the crown, your old man must
have had Tartar! Oh, no, hop and
! the fat turnkey shook his fat sides with
laughter. st don't believe he's got it
much hotter where he's staying now than
be had it with you. 1t takes q woman
to use up the Kings English. 1 always
said SO, now l know it,
Mrs. Lancaster drew her veil over her
face and quietly left the prison. AS soon
as he dared, with trembling fingers Lloyd
drew forth the glove. In it was vial
containing mixture of chloroform, or
ether, a small sharp instrument to file his
shackles, and a note. 1t read thus:
''You are not the man, and [ cannot
allow you to be hung. Oyerpower the
keeper, take his clothes and leave. Go
to the old rookery, No first floor, where
a disguise awaits you, and then God help
you, for you must conceal yourself"
Lloyd, with a wildly beating heart,
concealed the articles and tried to think.
The keeper did not enter the cell TIL after
he brought his tea, and how could he ac-
complish his purpose then? There would
be too many astir in the prison then, and
he might be detected.
"Defeated now with the weapons of
deliverance III my hands. No, indeed,
Lloyd Fletcher -
FLETCHER, l suppose you know that
according to the prison rules you are not
allowed to stay alone tonight, 1t would
be barbarors to leave a feller without
good company his last night on earth, y
said the turnkey, an hour or two after
Mrs. Lancaster's visit.
'sYou'H have to take your pick atween
old Father w Walsh and myself, but l sup~
pose you viii take me, bad as you hate
me, afore that hypocrite."
''Why can't have my wife p asked
LLOYD, with a voice full of bitterness
ooh, wives amt allowable on such
occasions. She'll be round in the morn-
ing an hour or two but talk quick
which will you have ?''
"What difference do you think it makes
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