The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1871-12-19

Sarah hurried through the corridor, en-
deavoring to hear as little as possible of
the unfeeling brute's conversation, and
reached her home and children, there to
pray and hope.
The hours sped on, and it lacked one
day more of the execution. Fletcher had
given up all hope Of a rcprieve, andlistcned
to the building of the scaffold with sullen
feeling, born of dispair. "rvc brought
another gal to see you this time, Fletcher
Its very probable she won't be quite as
agreeable-like as t'other one, but will do
as much good 1 reckon"
A woman in black stood before the bed
on which Fletcher reclined.
He recognized Mrs. Lancaster, the
wife of the murdered man.
cay, this does me good" said she talk
ing step nearer, and shaking her clenched
fist in his face.
"It don't pay to take a fellow creatures S
life does it? Don't you speak to me, you
villain-don't dare to open your mouth. I
came here to gloat over your misery, to see
how the prospect of leaving your wife and
babies affected you. Oh, you tremble
have found the tender chord My hus-
bands wife and children were nothing
oh, no ? Wretch william may the law be
fully justified"
And the woman, to appearance eXaspera-
ted beyond the power of further utterance,
stepped a little nearer, and with a sly
movement hid one of her gloves under the
pillow of the bewildered 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 lally-gaggiug sort you had sc
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 robber wretch want to ell
grave his picture on my brain so indcllibly
that never can forget a single feature"
"By the crown, your old man must {
had Tartar! Oh, no, ho ~ and the fa
turnkey shook hisfat sides with laughter.
81 don't believe he's got it much hot
ter where he's staying now than he had i
with you. 1t takes woman to use up tht
kings English always said so, now
know it,"
Mrs. Lancaster drew her veil over he
face and quietly left the prison. AS sool
! oe 1,o 1oroJ x,,itb 4ro,n1,1ip,r Hnoa,c Low,
drew forth the glove. In it was vial con
tanning mixture of chloroform, or either
a small, sharp instrument to file the shack
les, and note. 1t read thus:
You are not the man, and / cannot nj
low you to be hung. Overpower the KEEP
er, take his clothes and leave. Go to tn
old rookery, No, first floor, where dis
guise awaits you, and then God help you
for you must conceal yourself"
Lloyd, with wildly heating heart, COZ
cealed the articles and tried to think, Th
keeper did not enter his cell till after h
brought his tea, and how could he accom-
plsh his purpose then? There would 1
too many astir in the prison then, and h
might be detected.
Defeated now with the weapons of d,
liverance in my hands? No, indeed, Lloy
Fletcher "
Fletcher, suppose you know that a
cording to prison rules you are not allowe
to stay alone tonight. 1t would be barba
GUS to leave feller without good compau
his last night on earth," said the turnke
an hour or two after Mrs Lancaster's vi
it. "You'll have to take your pick atweC
old Father Walsh and myself, but l su
, pose you'll take me, bad as you hate m
afore that old hypocrite."
"Why can't / have my wife ?" aske
) Lloyd, with voice full of bitterness.
"Oh, wives amt allowable on such o
casions. She'll be round in the mornir
an hour or two but talk quick-which W
, you have?"
| "What difference do you think it max,
TO me, you hard-hearted wretch, wi
= watches with my last moments ON cart
l when my only friend is denied me.
: So it was arranged. The turnkey WI
to occupy his cell, and Lloyd went to wo
/ with his little instrument to file the han
Y cuffs and chain which bound him,
, was slow and tedious, but in an houl
a time he had the satisfaction of one fr
o hand the power to remove his limbs fro
h the Calling rattling torments which hi
so firmly held him.
; 81 must be able to throw these fette
: off, or / am lost"
= So he worked away industriously un
c the obstinate link was displaced and