The daily dispatch. [volume] (Richmond [Va.]) 1850-1884, 1880-07-25
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Great Heaven! wna' '"'
dor" ,-.,,o, ,rom Heaven.
flashed upon my nina. Ill, on,noad -
crayon, which ] provIuepm,,s, ,,,o,,,aJ
have in my cost-pocket. Ine" =, ~ 'o sua,op
10 my seat again, and ser w W.. er,o tta,
the scene Of the murder WIN wv Ts suas
seemed 10 me truly supernun,a". 80
was no more uncertalpvi W. no ~, ~
the pencil told. had my mau' 81" III"
he was there before me; s.,,
Al 10 O'Clock the iailer entered NY cen.
His owI-like impassability gave way 20 al
exhibition OF something as'n 10 aun'ral'o,.
"Is II possibei" said ne. up, anu III
such good spirits , >, s.,d IL =
triumphant tone, as gave tbe iast touchcs
10 nv sketch: 81 wish to see them mere.
"They are waiting for you" sara ochiue'-
sell hone
"Waiting for me Let them come mere !;
must see them here !" crleu' rs gave
the last strokes 10 the mysterious persohage.
He lived. His figure, foresbortened on tne
wall, stood out on the white pacKSrouho
with a llfe.lke vigor that was starting.
The taller, without waiting 10 demonstrate
or 10 make any observations, disappeared
In a few minutes he returned, accompa-
MED by the two judges. They seemed
speeches with amazement. -
But I, pointing to my sketch on the wall
and trembling IN every limb, cried out:
"There is your assassin
Won Spreckdal, after moments slehce'
asked:
Ellis name,"
81 have no idea, but he at this moment
in the market; he Is cutting up meat IN
the third stall to the left az you enter from
Trabaus street."
.'What do YOU Think" he asked his col
| league.
LET the man be sent for" said Richter,
gravcly.
The order was obeycd by some officers,
who had remained without the cell. Inc
Judges remained Standing to eXamlne the
sketch more minutely. Won SpreckdaI,
especially. seemed 10 take the deepest IN
terest in it. dropped down on my pile OF
straw and rested my head on my knees.
quite exhausted.
1t was not long before we heard APP
preaching steps in the archwaY. Those who
| have never awaited the hour OF deliverance
and counted the minutes, which then seem
Of niermnable length; those who have
never experienced the narrowing emotions
OF doubt. hope, terror, aud despalr-such
as they can have no conception OF my
feelings at this moment. should have dis
tinguished the step OF the murderer,
though surrounded by thousand
Others. They approached. The judges
themselves could not conceal a certain ner-
yous agitation. looked up, and fixed my
ewes upon the door. 1t opened, and the
man entered. His face was flushed. and
his laws were cOnyulSively pressed TO-
gether. while his little gray, restless eyes
looked wildly about from under his heavy,
reddish brOws.
Won Spreckdll silently pointed TO the
sketch.
! This brawny man had looked at il but for a
moment when the color LIT his cheeks, and
uttering cry that sent a thrill OF horror
through us all, extended his strong arms
as though he would sweep aside every OBJ
stacle that hindcred his escape, and sprang
toward the door. A terrible struggle in the
corridor ensued; YOU could hear nothing
but the heavy breathing OF the butcher, BIS
Imuttercd imprec ItiOns, an occasional cry OF
the guards. and the shuflling OF their feet
on the hsgSiones.
1t was brief, however; for scarcely more
than a minute had elapsed when the assassin
re6ntered, his chin on his cbe,t, his eyes
blood>hot, and his hands secured behind his
| back. He looked up again at the sketch,
seemed to reflect for a moment, and then,
| like one thinking aloud, he muttered
"Who could have seen meat mid
night"
was saved