Connecticut western news., 1874-03-13

meaningless thing. But he could no break Hts law, even to save the life O. one of His creatures from an unius death
 The closing words of the sentence which doomed me to the scaffold awoke me from these reflections. I sank tc my seat, as a sigh of relief, like the groan of some unearthly monster, went up from the multitude in the cour room, followed by subdued hun which now succeeded to the silence which had heretofore reigned. The people began to move out, speaking tc each other and smiling, pleased that the end was as they wished and be. lieved it would be. Oh, how more than ever, then, the silent and helpless savior in my bosom struggled in its bounds in one desperate effort to go out and become absorbed in the thoughts of others But all in vain my heart sickened, and the pail of de- | spalr was upon me, as submitted my self to the officers who were to return me to the gaol.
 The court room was in the second story of the building, and was reached from the outside by more than ordi- narily steep flight of steps of gray stone, about twenty-four in number. As I emerged from the front door at the top of these steps, bright, piercing ray of the sun met me full Tn the face. Dazzled for an instant I stopped, and then stepped forward again. But I missed the step-stone, and, unable to recover myself, fell headlong down the way.
 
 I sat on 8 low, rough couch in the darkast, dampest dungeon of the gaol. To the cold iron gyves which shackled my legs at the ankles was attached a chain of like metal, of, perhaps, four feet in length, terminating at ring on the bottom of the cell. My hands were free, and with them I rubbed my eyes as one who hopes thereby to make them do their duty better. I could have but faint view of the interior of my apartment, as the only light that reached it was between the two bars of small opening which served as win dow, situated in an oblique direction from where sat, and apparently about seven feet from the ground. A con- fused and shapeless idea of something awful that had happened, was happen ing, or would happen, weighed upon me. What it was I could not deter mine-even my situation, clad in con- vict's garb and bound in chains, did not strike me with any kind of feeling akin to surprise-I barely noticed it. so emasculated was my mental organ ization and impotent of thought. It was in this stupid state I sat, when a noise broke upon my ear, coming, as it seemed, from immediately in front of me. peered in that direction, but could see nothing, yet the noise, which was commingling of grating and 8 rumbling sound. continued. Presently it ceased, and the figure Of a man be- gan to define itself before my view. Nearer it came toward me, when-oh, heaven !-the form and feature sof him fell upon my gaze.
 Then it was that saw all, knew all, felt all, remembered all. A stream of memories came rushing in upon me like torrent. That mans presence drove the clouds away and all was clear. Here I was, condemned as felon, but before mo stood tho felon himself. Moved by the impulse which this sud- den discovery inspired I essayed to strike the wretch, but my arm refused to obey the bidding of my will 8 pa- ralysis seemed to have seized me. An attempt to speak met with not much better success, as nothing but whis- per, scarcely audible to myself, escaped my lips. He now advanced, and, taking seat beside me on the cot, spoke
 Manor, you know your old friend and companion, Sangin? I found you, and am come to condole with you."
 The tone with which he uttered these words, and the sarcastic smile with which he accompanied them, chilled me through. How I could have crushed him He continued
 "Crime is a science, Manor. Its perfect practice is an art, and, like all other arts, it requires instruments. You have been good one. used you in my little operation against old FL burne, and it was perfect success. You were caught with the blood of your-nay victim, still hot upon you |. the smoke of your, s11y shot, was not yet out of the pistol-chamber. I tell you, Manor, it was grand triumph of art. It is pity you could not live to aid in future successes of mine your too good g love to be thrown away-I must have more out of you before you die-by love, you shall live P
 Throughout this address I sat with downcast face, feeling how utterly miserable and forsaken of God I was. At the word "live," raised my eyes and looked at him. His small, snaky eyes glistened like diamonds, and a sardonic smile played over his features.
 Yes-live,'' he said, "and go with me. I have cheated justice-why not serve injustice the same way, for the time at least. You are bound to be hung sometime, and I am bound to die peacefully but we will postpone both events as long as possible. My art be- ing perfect, my resources are, of course, inexhaustible.
 Before I was aware of it he was manipulating my letters, and in short time ehet told me to rise. This second effort at moving was successful, and walked several paces from my bed, free from the irons. In this new state my re- vengeful feelings, wonderful as it seems, entirely disappeared. He ap- peared again as a friend, and I re- preached myself for ever having thought i'll of him.
 "We will go out as I came in" said Sangin and divesting himself of an extra coat which he had on, he threw il over my shoulders and led me, as he expressed, e. to freedom and sphere of usefulness
 I have an indistinct recollection o1 passing through shadowy corridors, ur and down steps, through narrow doors, and over walls, and clear idea of sur. roundings did not possess me until found that we were plodding through the dust of a country road, with nc sign of human habitation before us and the town sinking out of sight il the dim distance behind us. As looked at my companion, as we were walking along, felt as one fascinated by one he knows to be a villain.
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