The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1879-02-18
A Case of Circumstantial Evi-
dence.

A VI u RTSdb uOOE Ol tne IOIulS
i prison swung open, three men en-
tered the guard-room, the door swung to
with an iron clash, and Max Hunt was
in State prison for life.
"I'm glad we've got here at last"
said one of the men, for this fellow
has given us pretty smart work"
"Tried to run away" asked the night
watch, aside, of the other officer.
&c Yes, sir. He has made three efforts
on the way from Eastburn. He knock
Hill down once. You see we had to put
on all the irons he could hold"
The convict was indeed heavily iron
ed Strong handouts clasped his wrists
together behind him, light chain from
ankle to ankle gave room for short
step, and another chain bound his arms
close to his body. His face, young
face, was haggard, his eyes bloodshot,
and his hair in disorder, but the wild
ness had given place to an expression of
WEAKNESS and despair. The door had
closed on him, and he seemed to feel
that hope was shut out.
Two of the guards came in from their
bedrooms, for 1t was night, there was a
rattling of keys, the prisoner was search
ed, put in the prison uniform, then they
led him to the cell. They went through
low stone corridor with black, grated
doors on each side, stopping at the last
door. He had been quiet enough before,
had scarcely seemed aware, indeed,
where he was or what they were doing
to him but here he stopped short with
a start, as though awaking from deep
sleep.
81 can't go in there!' he cried sharp
ly.
In with you" said one of the men
who came with him. "We've had
trouble enough with you. If you don't
go in quietly, We'll put you in place
you'll have to crawl into on your hands
and knees"
"Can't 1 have different place ?" de-
manded the convict, turning to the
night watch.
mo, Pm afraid not,' was the an.
swer. 1T will look better by day, for
you have the sun in the afternoon. At
any rate, you must go in now."
"Must - repeated the convict through
his teeth.
6 Yes, must !" replied the other. ut
is our duty to put you there. 1 don't
want to make any trouble for you. You'd
better go in.''
The man shivered from head to foot,
drew breath that sounded like groan,
then bent his head and walked into the
cell. When they went away after lock-
ing him in, they heard deep, strong sobs
through the grating.
BY George! he's broke, /" said Hill.
Poor fellowln said the night-watch
to himself.
Max Hunts was an aggravated case,
and one that had caused considerable
excitement in the State, the parties be-
ing members of one of its first families.
Old Mr.. Hunt was superannuated
lawyer, who had in his prime stood at
the head of the profession in his own
State. He was rich, and miser. He
lived in the house in which he was
born, though it had become as superan-
nuated as himself, and there he kept
two servants, his agent and factotum
Andrew Clark, and his only grandson
and heir, Max Hunt. Clark had been
with the old gentleman many years.
Mr.. Hunt took him in the flush of his
business, as an errand-boy, also, that he
might have somebody to swear at who
wouldn't dare swear back.
In one capacity or another the boy
and man had remained with him ever