New Orleans Republican. [volume] (New Orleans, La) 1867-1878, 1874-08-09

All 1OfeOOK me except utto s1AIys IoA
whom got tear stained letter inclosiDg
five pound note, her quarterly allowance,
and telling me that she would never forget
me- MY father had forbid denany Of them
to write to me, or even mention my name:
but Mary had disobeyed him. 1t can't be
wrong to write to yOu, dear, she said, for
you are my own brother, always
"There was flaw in the evidence which
nv counsel took advantage Of, but Mr..
Person worked against me priv ateiy, col
Iecring evidence for the crown. and was
convicted. Heaven grant there may not
be many poor wretches who leave old Eng
land with the feelings with which ! left it.
If had had the opportunity would nave
put an end to my miserable existence.
Il was taken in a cab, strongly guarded,
from the Jail to the wharf. we passed one
of the parks on our way. l had been IN
prison some time, and the fresh green grass,
the trees and flowers had never Looked SO
beautiful as now, when knew was look.
ing on them tor the last time. thought OF
the hedge.rows white with blossoms in
Northumberland; the larks singing over
head: Mary, perhaps, in our tdvorlte nook
in the orchard, weeping bitter tears as
last good by to "her handsome Teddy as
she fondly called me. No wonder nv heart
swelled when thought Of those no in the
sight Of God were guilty of my crime.
"As we went down the dock child
passed us with bunch Of cowslips just
two wears before l had gathered them for
Lucy in the Kentish lines. The enid
looked up wistfully as passed; presently
she ran after us and put her cowslips in my
hand. That was the drop too much il the
cup already full; to save my life could not
have kept back the tears that rolled over
my cheeks. l was handcuffed. but one of
the guards thrust handkerchief into my
hand, with few cheering words gruf1y
said. That touch of sympathy and the
childs gift saved me from utter despair
That was the last l saw of England. My
life here has been the same, day after day,
except the few nights l spent in the bush,
the two times got OF. They mostly let
me alone now. keep by myself, and I've
never told a word Of this before. had al
most forgotten wasn't Jim Brown until
to day. Did you hear how hurt my arm9'
lone of the men told me you were help
ing to raise heavy stone, and that You let
the lever slip in some way and SO got your
arm crushed"
That's true as far as it goes; gang of
US were working on the road when q car
riage passed. looked up as l stepped out
of the way, and who do you think / saw?
Lucy and her husband She was looking
just the same as ever, only prouder. was
SO near l could have touched her dress.
She looked calmly at mel was only con-
vict, covered with dust from her carriage
wheels. If she had recognized me the color
would have faded little from her pink
cheeks, / think. wonder if she remembers
the letter I wrote her before l was trans
porteds l told her some home truths then.
She knows whe is to blame for my wasted
more than wasted-lite.
Twelve years didn't seem much to me.
looked after the carriage like one stunned
The lever slipped from my hand-you say
my arm. didn't think Of it until found
couldn't lift it. Mr.. Pierson has got some
high appointment here, some one said. Of
course his wife will be feted and fattered.
l wonder how che would like to be remind
ed of that summer in Kent! How would
she look if l should stop her carriage and
remind her of the time she swore 10 love
me forever, or how often her bright head
has rested on my shoulder2 / can feel the
soft thrill Of her soft lips yet on my cheek.
There that's all. Do you believe in justice!
l don't. The cause of evil should be at
tackled; now, it is only the victim. That
woman is more guilty than l. She drove
me mad-and yet She rides By in her car
rage, respected and admired; while l. in
my prison dress. can never be anything but
what am-4ll."-OcerlandM Monthly