Mower County transcript. [volume] (Lansing, Minn.) 1868-1915, 1872-01-18
AUSTIN MOWER COUNTY, THURSDAY JANUARY 49, 1872

arsenic, " lie eaid. :" Yes, those bright,
metallic eyes, a betrayal of tho guilty |!
Science, thou wouldst kill my brother
thou shalt save him: Let us e1h Ill
whose hands thou dit tadst powerful.
Here is man who, by thy aid. lids the
poison sprite uprise and writein bril-.
this piePe 81 poreelaii,i but behold, D
selence 1t is no sooner written than
BY the word the whole confession and
thy chosen, servant are dnnihilated.
heard this speech; indeed but good
heavens It ~as my eyes and not my
ears that were busiest then for, be-
meath the table, covered by a crimson
cloth, and which I faced, appeared the
face OF child. The hair was rumpletl,
and the blue eyes were just opening
from sleep. The intelligent forehead
was wrinkled strangely. It was nv boy
Billy. / was afraid he would cry "pa:
pa:' Ii he did, the implacabie man
would add The rattr1et d tks ckild to
the murder of the father.
But my boy did none of this. He
lad, 1 suppose, crept under the table
unknown to me. and had fallen asleep
there: I tried to tell tile little fellow
TO hide agaih and wait for the final half
hour when my tormentor would be
gone. Whether he understood me or
not, aided by what he heard, I did not
know, but he quickly withdrew His lit
tie head, first kissing his hand lightly
at me, and then shaking his fist at the
schemer watching 30 belligerently his
dumb fire agents.
The half hour wore slowly away. Oh,
heavens what agony did suffer Not
tor myself, but for my child, A slight
noise might discover his presence the
match might run it's tether sooner than
was expected: he might be murdered
or blown to atoms,
The fuse burned on-on. The half
hour is up. The Brother Of the muir
deret arises to 60. Joy!
Commit your soul to Gods keep
ing, he said. "You hold the evidence
of my brothers guilt nothing can save
you now I"
With that he turned to take his hat
from of the table covered with the
crimson cloth, beneath which hid my
priceless boy. Something's attracted his
attention He held out lis hands and
leaned forward. I thought he had dis
covered my boy No; he was lifting
something in either hand-the wires Of
the electric battery. In another instant
my boy had leaped from under the ta-
ble, and was turning the crank fast and
furiously.
The murderer's brother was in the
power of my boy. He could not drop
the wires; he wns helpless. How my boy
cried for help. The old college rung
with his voice. The prisoners brother
added his voice to my boys in his
agony. He begged, he beseeched- all
his nerves were racked-great waves of
galvanism leaped, surged, trembled and
Jared over every sensitive. nerve and
fibre. Still my boy was indexible, and
shouted and turned faster. Unper-
ceived upon the marble, in track of the
burning fuse. was pool of infammable
oil. In an instant great length burn
ed away. It would last Just five min
utes, and no more!
8. Father !" shouted my boy, " if no
assistance comes, this villain must die
with us. I dare not lot him free. Help
help helpi"
Alas could not answer him.
Thank God But some one else did.
The fuse is burnt up. The rope is on
tire-the nitro-glycerine The door
opens Tom Richards, on a midnight
visit to the sick, has heard the CRY he
comprehends all seizes the can in his
hand the weight descends indeed, but
not on the death-dealing oil. No;
down it goes through the Office floor
down, down, like an evil spirit, to give
back q dull metallic echo from the stones
of the cellar beneath,
We are saved
Joe johnson, the prisoner, was hang
ed but his brother remains unpunish-
ed by the law, for he stabbed himself
with knife, and thus escaped, the
hangman's rope.