The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1874-12-15
ed him from the prison right straight to

Wlckeu look, Wnlle tnOSo OnlClalS produced
their warrants, and handed them to the
Justice for inspection.
Guzzy seemed to himself to grow big
with accumulating Importance.
"The officers seemed to be duly author
ized," said the squire, after a long and
minute examination of their papers "but
they should identify the prisoner as the
escaped convict for whom they are
searching"
Here's his description, said one of the
officers, "in an advertisement Escaped
from the Penitentiary, on the -th instant,
William Beigh, alias Bay Billy, alias Hand
some age, twenty-eight height, five feet
ten inches complexion dark, hair black,
eyes dark brown, mole on left cheek gen.
eral appearance handsome, manly and in
telligent. A skilful and dangerous burglar.
Sentenced in 1866 to five years. imprison-
ment-two years yet to serve "That, +"
continued the officer, "describes him to a
dot; and, if there's any further doubt
look here -
AS he spoke, he unclasped cloak which
the prisoner wore, and disclosed the strip
ed uniform of the prisoner.
"There seems no reasonable doubt in
this case and the prisoner will have to 90
back to prison." said the justice. "But l
must detain him until ascertain whether
he has stolen anything from Mrs. Wyett's
residence. In case he has done so, we can
prosecute at the expiration ofhis term"
The prisoner seemed almost convulsed
with rage, though of sort which one of
the officers whispered to the other he did
not exactly understand.
Guzzy eyed him resentfully, and glared
at the officers with considerable disfavor.
Guzzy was law-abiding man, but to
have an expected triumph belittled and
postponed because of foreign interference
was enough to blind almost any mans
judicial eyesight.
"Well," said one Of the officers, put him
in the lookup, and investigate in the morn
ing. Why, would you believe it, judge
they say Billy has one of the finest wives
in the onwealth--handsome we'll
educated, religious, rich, and of good fami-
ly. OF course she did not know what his
profession was when she married him."
Again the prisoner seemed convulsed
with that strange rage which the officer
did not understand. But the officers were
tired, and they were too familiar with the
disapprobation of prisoners to be seriously
affected by it; SO, after an appointment by
the squire, and final glare of indignation
from little Guzzy, they started, under the
constable's guidance, to the lookup.
Suddenly the door was thrown open,
and there appeared, with uncovered head,
streaming hair, weeping, yet eager eyes,
and mud-splashed garments, Helen Wyett.
Every one started, the officers stared,
the squire looked degree Or two less stu
pid, and hastened to button his dressing
gown the restless eyes of the convict fell
on Helen's beautiful face, and were restless
no longer while little Guzzy assumed
dignified pose which did not seem at all
consistent with his confused and shame
faced countenance.
eve may as well finish this case to-
night, if Miss Wyett is prepared to testi-
fy," said the squire, at length. "Have
you lost anything, Miss WyettP"
"No," said Helen "but have found
my dearest treasure-nly own husband"
And putting her arms around the con-
vict's neck, she kissed him, and then, drop
ping her head on his shoulder, she sobbed
violently.
The squire was startled into complete
wakefulness, and as the moral aspect of
the scene presented itself to him, he groan-
ed ;
"Onequally yoked with an onbeliever p
The officers looked if they were depraved
yet remorseful convicts themselves, while
little Guzzy's diminutive dimensions SEEM
ed to contract perceptibly.
At length the convict quieted his wife,
and persuaded her to return TO her home,
with a promise from tho officers that she
should see him in the morning.
Now, the Jail at Bowerton, like every
thing else in the town, was decidedly an
tiquated, and consisted simply Of thickly
walled room in building which contained
several officers and living apartments.
A couple Of hours rolled away, and left
Beigh still sitting moody and silent on the
single bedstead in the Bowerton Jail.
Suddenly the train Or his thought was
interrupted by low "stt-stt" from the
one little, high, grated window of the jail.
The prisoner looked up quickly, and saw