The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1881-04-20

INOuSut VI thaI
well, then first put your knife
down on thu cushion there, anc
then we will Set TO work. I'ct
plenty Of pSer in my bag apc
plenty of led in my pencil, auc
we've the W BILE night before US.
A tremble my hand, a culver
of my voice, would havo been
fatal. l opent the bag and drew
forth the wting paper. The
knife was or a cushion at my
side.
Now, Tom,,t US first state our
our reasons tole world for wish
ing to die to-ght by our hands.
If you will dlate to me your
reasons, l wilkrite them down,
and thea we vi revise and cor
rect them. Aft that, | will die
tate my own to ~ and you shall
| write them. " shall be able to
do our work weand quickly
Quite right, Jk we ought to
give them our reons. How odd
that l never thont of that Let
me see if L kill u first, | might
write them out atrwards.'
'Ah, but who will write out
mine? Don't be fsh: there's a
good chapr
TO be sure! ell, are you
ready p
He began dictafg long and
fowery sentences. ow and again
l interrupted his ac Of language
to gain time. Is kept him
thoroughly occupieond interest
ed, while the train ,ed on at ex.
press rate. He had early finish
ed his long, ramblg dictatiop,
when, to my inexpreible delight,
| felt the speed Of tt train grad.
ually slackening. knew that
my chance OF deliwance was
near.
Read over for youelf what l
have written,' J said toim. 'rbe
carriage is very clos-a little
fresh air will do us goC. I will
make any corrections ou may
require
sat on the knife anreached
over to lower the glass. \ slight
fumbling necessitated m. rising
to manage better, and te knife
was in my left hand conceed IN
der my coat. l turned rand tc
look at my poor friend, ad saw
him trying intently to red my
scribole by the light Of theamp
seemingly unconscious o. th'
stopping of tho train. In apthel
moment the glass descendd, tn
knife dropped upon the platform
my hand was thrust throuh th'
window and on the handle,f th
door. The train nearly stppe'
as 1 jumped out, shut the loor
and held the handle firmly. POO
Raven even then was qaite en-
crossed with what I had wltte
for him. / called the guardian
secretly and quietly the porer
were assembled Oh the platfor
at the door Of the carriage.
Conc, Tom, this is Swindo.
Let us have a cup of coffee 7
called to him through the windy
In that moment the spell ";
broken. l saw him look for |
knife, then rush to the window
the opposite side; but we we
too quick and too powerful
him. The guard, two porte
and myself jumped into the CT
riage, and he was secured.
My best friend, with brillia
future before him, and in the ri
portion of bis life, was o raVi
lunatic, and has remained hoI
klesslY so-insane from that tiI
one of the many victims TO ov'
work.
/ need scarcely add that t.
case which Raven had represeI
ed to mo as calling him to Exet
was an entire fabrication, and "
invented by him as part of t
scheme which, in his madness,
had no doub. seriously imagin
would be for the benefit Of both
US.
| frequently 90 to the asylr
where he is 20 inquire after hir
but the mention Of my ma.
brings on such a violent aggra'
ton of his disease that ! am r
| allowed to see him. Poor Rave
| fear | shall never see him agai
That terrible night can never
effaced from my memory, ant
can never sufficiently congrauls
myself on having 80 fortunate