The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1879-02-18

weeping In one.
What is the matter, childp What
can 1t bep"
80 Max my dear, wronged, slahder-
ed Max AT last you shalt have JUS
dice."
"What has 1t to do with Max Y'' cried
Mr.. Hunt, in alarm. I" Do speak
thought it was from Clark, and that
Clark was dying"
Let him die |" she exclaimed. "My
Max has suffered living death for three
years for this mans crime. He has
risked his life more than once, he has
suffered untold miseries, and despair.
Oh, didn't tell you, didn't know, he
was innocentY Mr.. Hunt, 1t was Clark
who robbed you and laid the crime to
Max. 1t was Clark who struck you
that blow. This is his confession. Oh,
thank God l am SO happy !"
"We must send for him instantly"
cried the old man, walked rapidly to
and fro, wringing his hands. "Call
Johnl Send for a lawyer this instant.
We will send dispatch to the warden"
His excitement quieted hers. Perhaps
also she was better prepared for the
shock. Her Imagination had constant
ly dwelt on and called up visions of
Max 8 innocence being proved, and she
was now more delighted and eXulting
than astonished.
"The prison is closed before this
time" she said, "and he wouldn't be
told till morning. / want him to know
1t first. l will send Mr.. Adams to you
to see about the forms. There are al
ways forms and little delays. But, o
Mr.. Hunt! mayn't go down and tell
Max myself? There is another train
that will go down tonight. Cousin
Charlie will go with me. l know. Let
me go down there and see him the first
thing in the morning.
f" You shall, dear child, )" he said, kiss
ing her. "You deserve to he first to tell
him. Go, Lutte, and bring him homel |"
Although it was an express train that
went up to b that night, there was
one passenger for whom it went not
near fast enough.
:" Aren't we slow for an express train,
Charlie 20 she would ask, trying to
speak quietly, trying to sit quiet.
Chain-lightning would be slow for
you, Lutte" was the answer.
If it were slow in the cars, how much
harder to sit half night almost within
sound of his voice, and not see him
She persuaded her cousin out from the
hotel, though it was near midnight,
and walked up to the prison, and round
it,and looked longingly at the doors. But
he would not allow her to ring, and she
was obliged to go back to the hotel and
wait.
" Now, Lutte, be good, and L will
come in for you when it is time" said
Cousin Charlie in the morning. "We
can't get in till the prison is open to
visitors. l will watch and come after
you directly"
Don't tell, Charlie Oh, don't tell
Let him be the first to know"
Nonsense Do you think l am
going to blab? Just keep quiet. Have
you got any papers ?"
Yes, letter from the lawyer, signed
also by Mr.. Hunt, and copy of the
confession"
After what seemed to her an age he
came back, and they started for the
prison, Lutte learning heavily on his
arm, her face pale as marble. They had
not far to walk, and soon they came in
sight of the wall AS they approached
the yard gate which they had to pass to
reach the visitors entrance, the heavy
bolts were slowly lifted by the guard ON
the wall overheard, the gate opened and
man came out pushing a light wagon
toward them. The man had on dark
gray suit, and wore black cloth cap,
and his head was bowed forward in the
effort of pushing.
"They make very nice carriages here" :"
said her cousin. "'There is one of their
wagons"
The man with the wagon didn't seem
to notice them, though they were direct
ly in his path.
Do you intend to run over this
lady ?" called out her cousin angrily.
The man looked up hastily, showing
a pale, thin face, with glittering eyes,
and closely shaven except for mus
tache, which evidently was false. He
started on seeing Charles, but dropped
his wagon when he saw Charles com.