The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1874-12-15

unoer the window.
Are you alone ?" inquired the shadow.
eyes" replied the prisoner.
AN right, them" whispered the voice.
"There are secrets which no vulgar ear
should hear. My name is Guzzy. 1 have
been in love with your wife. l hadn't any
idea she was married but I've brought
you my apology"
"Tll forgive you," whispered the Grim
inal but"
"Tain't that kind of an apology" whis-
pered Guzzy. "It's steel one-a tool
one of those things that gunsmiths shorten
gun-barrels with. If they can saw a rife
barrel in two in five minutes, you ought to
get out of here inside of an hour"
"Not quite" whispered Beigh. "My
hands and feet are ironed."
"Then I'll do the job myself" whisper
ed Guzzy, as he applied the tool to one of
the bars |" for it will be daylight within
two hours"
The unaccustomed labor-for Guzzy was
bookkeeper-made his arms ache severe
ly, but still he sawed away.
He wondered what his employer would
say should he be found out, but still he
sawed.
Visions of the uplifted hands and horror
stricken countenances of his brother
church members came before his eyes, and
the effect of his example upon his Sun
| day school class, should he be discovered,
tormented his soul but neither of these
influences affected his saw.
Bar after bar disappeared, and when
Guzzy finally stopped to rest, Beigh saw
small square of black sky, unobstructed by
any bars whatever.
"Now," whispered Guzzy, "I'll drop in
small box you can stand on, so you can
put your hands out and let me file off your
irons. brought file or two, thinking
they might come handy"
Five minutes later the convict, his hands
unbound, crawled through the window,
and was helped to the ground by Guzzy.-
Selling the file from the little bookkeeper,
Beigh commenced freeing his feet. Sud-
denly he stopped, and whispered;
"You'd better go now. l can take care
of myself, but if those cursed officers
should take a notion to look around, it
would go hard with you. Run, God bless
you, rum
But little Guzzy Strengthened himself,
and folded his arms.
The convict rasped away rapidly, and
finally dropped the file and the fragments
of the last fetter. Then he seized little
Guzzy's hand.
"My FRIEND" said he, ." criminal though
am, l am man enough to appreciate your
manliness and honor. / think am smart
enough to keep myself free, now am out
of Jail. But, if ever you want friend tell
Helen, she will know where l am, and
will serve you, no matter what tho pain
and risk"
"Thank you," said Guzzy but the
only favor I'll ask of you might as we'll be
named now, and you ought to be able to
do it without pain OF risk either. It's on
ly this be an honest man, for Helen's
sake"
Beigh dropped his head.
"There are men who would die daily for
the sake Of making her happy, but you've
put it out Of their power, seeing you've
married her." continued Guzzy. "pm
nothing to her, and can't be, but for her
sake tonight I've broken open the gun
smiths shop, broken Jail, and"-here he
stopped and picked up a bundle" robbed
my own employers store of suit of
clothes for you, SO you mayn't be caught
again in those prison stripes. If I've made
myself criminal for her sake, can't her
husband be an honest man for the same
reason?'
The convict wrung the hand of his pre-
server. He seemed to be trying to speak,
but TO have some great obstruction in his
throat.
Suddenly bright light shone on the two
men, and a voice was heard exclaiming in
low but very ferocious tones;
"Do it, you scoundrel, or I'll put bull
let through your head p
Both men looked upto the window of the
cell, anhsaw a bulls-eye lantern, the muz-
zle Of pistol, and the Bowerton consta-
BILE.
The constable's right eye, the sights of
his pistol, and the breast of the convict
were on the same visual line.
"Ive had you covered for the last ten
minutes. only held In 10 find out who
was helping you but ! heard too much