Connecticut western news., 1879-11-26

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 "We were very poor-in another month we should have been starving in the streets" said Mayfeld.
 You deserved to starve-you will starve yet"
 "No, not now. There was 8 heavy bribe, Martha, and it has saved us. And it has bettered little PauPs position"
 "When was young woman crushed by shame I killed my baby," said, sternly; "but I think yours is the greater crime, and you will suffer for it. D
 You regard this too gloomily, " said the husband.
 "And the man who bought Paul was he who looked in just nowP" "Yes."
 "And you trusted Paul with hSns 2"
 "Yes I am sure he will be treated with every care to his ife'a-- end. We have been saved by that man-he has been princely in his gifts-he has left one hundred pounds for your silence too here it is"
 cit is blood-money-I will not touch it," I cried; It is the price of my lost darling's life and love-I will not take 8 penny of it."
 "And you will betray us ?"
 "No-I can't do that"
 I went away from them without an- other word. I only saw those poor, weak, tempted wretches once again. I heard that they were rich, and five years afterward they splashed me with their carriage wheels, as I stood bare footed on the curbstones waiting to cross the muddy roadway.
 This IS the fine moral of the story {: they had prospered, and was begging and stealing for my daily bread sank from bad to worse-I went back to my two old companions, drink and the devil T lost all the good that was in me very quickly, only the sight of little child would make me crying drunk at times. I got to prison again, and again, to long sentence finally, which I shall cheat the judge out of, not having many days to live, I fancy.
 The last shock was my death-blow- it was strange one, but it has sobered me for all time. have seen my little Paul again God let me live long enough to see him am as sure it was he as am lying here past hope of life. Yes, it was my boy, though the matrons may think old Martha raving.
 It was in the prison in6rmary that I saw him. He came in softly, hat in hand, out of respect evep to sick crime, and there followed him some half @ dozen gentlemen, hats in hand also, with the lady superintendent of the prison, the deputy, and the officers, all bland and complaisant, and white with nervousness and awe. He was seven- teen or eighteen years of age, and very handsome, as I knew he would be, but they were the same features, was sure, unless sOas mad.
 "This is the prison infirmary, your Highness," I heard the lady superin- tendent say.
 He looked round at our prison beds, and then at me.
 "And who is this?"
 "This is Martha Jacobi, a woman who has been some twenty times in prison."
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 "very i'll, your Highness."
 "Poor woman l"
 He put his right hand to his chin while he looked at me. thought the scar was there still. Yes-it was there.
 "What life hers must have been, baron r said the prince, turning to a tall man at his side, and at whom I glanced for the first time, only having had eyes for Paul till then. Yes, there was no mistake. There was the man with the dark eyes and the long mus tache, which was white as snow now the man who had bought Paul Mayfeld and made 0 prince of him to save @ dynaSCy.
 cone can scarcely realize it, your Highness," said the other.
 "Ah well, life is an enigma, Baron Baumann, and this depresses me. Let us get away"
 He turned without looking at me again, and his suite fell into position behind him, and away they all swept out of the infirmary, into the lime.washed corridors beyond.
 Yes, life is an enigma. If the prince could have only guessed that I had been a mother to h1m once, and loved him sorely and desperately well-if it had been only possible for him to believe the wild story of my life and his, what dreamland he would have passed from-and to what an awakeningl