Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1880-05-23

spiteful grab. Yet I would aggravate
and anger him.
"That was horrible deed of yours /
said, as I seated myself in the char.
I could not see his face, and he made
no reply. The razor touched my face,
and felt that his hand trembled.
"They ought to burn you at the stake ~
went on, as the razor made the first
cut.
could now see his face in the glass,
and his eyes fairly blazed. He clenched
his hand and raised it to strike, but let
it fall again after four or five seconds, and
went on with his work. His hand shook,
he breathed hard and fast, and yet he
made no reply. After he had scraped
away for minute, said:
"You must be fiend, and worse, to
do such deed as that! No wonder all
men hate and avoid YOU"
The hand with the razor went up into
the air. His first impulse was to slash
me. He could seize me by the hair with
| his left hand, and slash my throat with
his right. The idea came to him, and ii
| I had made move he would have carried
it out.
"Come hurry up,' I said; and his
hand fell and he resumed his work, tremb-
ling with anger and wondering to him
self why he did not take revenge upon
me.
Ali I saw a new light shoot into his
eyes like flash, and 1 knew he had a
plan. He had committed three murders.
Another would be nothing to his bad
heart. He was in for lie, and his SEN
tence could not be heightened; yet he
dared not cut my throat with a sweep OF
his hand, which he easily might. What
was his plan? With eyes half shut /
watched and waited. The look in his
eyes grew more crafty; he forced smile
! to his wicked face, and tried to laugh as
| he said:
"Doan' be too hard on de old man, sab.
lie had heap O trouble"
"Yes?"
can isn't so bad as dey try to make
out, sah," he continued, as he wiped
beard and lather on piece of paper on
my shoulder.
Icouldn't see his face, twas above me
but a piece OF paper tell to the floor on
nv left side. He had finished shaving
on the right cheek and would now begin
on the left. What was his plano It came
to me in an instant. When he had his
razor just right, his foot would slip on
that piece of soapy paper! He had
dropped it there on purpose and it would
not be bad excuse.
mo, lint so very bad" he said, as
! he put the razor on my lett cheek.
could see his jaw in the glass, and il
was hard, just as if he was terribly IN
earnest.
"Well, perhaps not"
| "Nobody knows how much trouble lie
had, sah," he sighed, as the razor crept
over my cheek toward the jugular vein,
and his fingers frightened their grasp on
the handle. He was ready.
"Jack!"
eyes, sah."
GA man will live full minute after q
| iugular vein has been severed! In that
time he could shoot the man who did it,
In five seconds after you cut me I'll put
six bullets into your head!"
Would he? The razor shook and trem-
bled on my neck, and he breathed like
one with asthma. His foot was all ready
to go down on that paper, but he hest
| tated.
"Who means to cut you, sah?' he
growled at last, las he kicked the paper
away.
"No one," answered, as I looked in
to his eyes. He began his work again
with fierce scowl on his face, hurried
1t along, and in five minutes had finished
"Good- by, old 'manr' I said, as l put
on my coat and tossed him quarter.
He lifted his head to give one fierce,
murderous look. The money fell to the
floor, and he kicked it aside In contempt
and he didn't even scratch your
facet" said the warden as I returned to
him.
mo, not a scratch, and it was close
shave, too