The Rutland daily globe. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1873-1877, 1877-05-05


ton.
"He died, sir, az he lived" was the an
swer, with . sad shake of tho head. "He
told tho clergyman that he would soon
know more OF eternity than thousand
priests could tell him, and that, therefore,
II was useless to talk. Yet he did not OBJ
ject to the prayer on the scaffold. He
said that II would do him no harm, and
might work some good 10 the crowd 1t
was one Of tho decencies OF society" he
added scornfully, "by which, no supposed,
legal murder was sanctif1ed."
awful"
$50 it was, In ono sense. And yet he
died bravely I; not game-like, however /;
more like Pagan stole than christian
murderer"
The governor laid his hand upon the
turkeys shoulder. my friend" he said,
''you had strange liking for this MUIR
derer, and this excuses to me your extra
ordinary observations. You would act
more wisely to keep them concealed how
ever, for all will not understand you as l
do. There Is too much mock sympathy
for crime aAoat," he added, severely, "too
much Of a disposition to elevate murder
ers into heroes. 1t Ill becomes public off,
GERS, especially, to countenance such NOR
bid sentiments"
The governor was alone.
He sat, for some time, with the I'M
opened packet In bis hand, turning 1t over
and over, his heart beating with strange
violence.
The lamp, that hung just over head,
threw its bright glare full on his broad
brow, and thence down his striking coun-
tenance, the workings Of the latter, show
ing how much he was agitated and how he
struggled against bis emotion.
"This 10 weakness" he said, at last. 81
am overworked and nervous. What can
this eutcast, this Psriah have to say to me,
that thus tremble at itf' And with sud-
den resolution, he broke the seal, and cast
ing the envelope earelessly to one side, be-
gan to unfold the letter.
The epistlc was dated - Prison,
Thursday night, 10 .. m, November--,
49,, and began without introduction. 1t
was written in bold, though not inelegant
hand.
"When you receive this" 1t said, al
shall be dead. recognize in yonr infiexi-
bic character something akin to my own,
and that forms tie between US the only
one acknowledge, though your blood
flows in my veins.
81 have asked to SEQ you, not to sue,
coward like for my life but to show you
what the son OF q governor may become,
when he 10 cast out, an 1shmselite, In his
boyhood. I wanted not only to triumph
over you, but to behold ny triumph. For
my whole life has been one continual
wrong at your hands; you have made me
everything that ami and hate and curse
you, father. There, have written the
word how does 1t lookp How does 1t sound
10 say that the murderer In the condemned
cell and the governor In his prineely man
sion are child and parent and that they
share the guilt equslly between them, the
one for having struck the deadly blow, the
other for having left his offspring to grow
up an outcast ?
You vince, see you do, as you read
fhis. will make you writhe yet with even
keener agony. You have seen the locket,
which send with this; 1t was hers, given
to me with her dying breath, when, for
the first time, she revealed my parentage.
was then . child. But though l had
known suffering, had not known Gin
while she lived, angel that she was, she
kept me out Of evil. But she died early,
broken hearted. / have bsen told that for
more than q year, whom l was an infant,
she was crazed.
''Aiter her death, was left to fight my
way through the world as best could for
swore over her coffin ut was Of Pine and
furnished by tho oversecrs) that you l
would never apply to. You cast her off,
whom you pretended to love. Gould /,
whom you had never seen, hope to reach
your heart But whether could or not, l
would have died thousand deaths sooner
than have supplicated you.
.Do you know how children of shame,
deserted like myself. grow upS will tell
you, and when you mako your next spesch
In behalf of foreign Missions, think of what
Issy. When you next Sit in your velvet
lined pew, and hear the gospel preached,
remember that hundreds, almost thousands,
are like your own son, and within stones
throw of your church, bat with no gospel
preached TO them. l had no home, and
yet had TO livei what could do but what
others did 2 Sometimes l peddled newspa-
pers, or sometimes. whom trade was dull,
and l had no money to buy papers or meals,
stole. Very soon forgot what my moth
er had taught me Of the Sabbath and God.
l learned to swear ~ other children learned
to talk. Sometimes | say you In the street,
for had learned to know your person I
and once when you almost stumbled over
AA1Us M bavOu Al ny AeHp POooiy bvCEOns
you, you muttered thas such q young va
grant ought to be sent to the poor house
How often eursed you after that; aad
what savage Joy It gave me.
"You vince again. All this, you see,
was your own work. Ihave your stubborn
soul, as hard AZ granite itsslf and behold
what 1t becomes when left Wild and I'M
chioeled. grew up an outcast, q very L.
hmael there was no one TO care for me,
and cared for mono. The world would
not suffer me to DO honest. oven II would;
for once, remembering my mother, strove
for awhile 10 live a. ! thought she would
have wished found . store where they
took me as GRAND boy but, soon after
some money was missed from the till
was suspected, and Il being found that
had once been In the house of correction
my guilt was considered clear. They kicked
me out of the shop, and whom began 70
protest my innocence, threatened to send
for constable. That, too, was your work.
Do yon think, II had been acknowledged
a. your son, that should have been con-
sidered thief by natureY
''But why 20 ont There are Thousands,
like me, growing up, In tho same way, In
this city and thousands more In every 9TH
or great city In the land. Yet you philan-
thropists.-sh do 1 touch You again.
think there 10 no call for human kindness
In our direction, nsy / regard II NO ain TO
desert your own acknowledged offspring.
WalI wa ara AVIAN 9TH vat, altar all a.