The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1881-02-15


He thought of his plans for few
moments, and then he said, tits too
early to see SunHower. No visits are
allowed before eleven and IL Is not nine.
Don't you think good meat breakfast
would help you to support the inter-
vlewY"
"Oh, what have got to say to her
will not take long, SO I'll take your
advice as to the meat breakfast"
The cab was soon pulled up before a
small eating-house.
The two men passed through the
shop, and reached queer shaped room,
which, at that particular moment, was
quite deserted.
Then, turning to the waiter, Webber
ordered plentiful meal, and slipping
some silver into the young mans hand,
he added, "Get bottle of whiskey, and
bring up some hot water, and couple
of glasses"
AS he seated himself opposite the con-
vict, he was thinking, "I'm not fit to
be In the police If L haven't made this
strong fool confess everything before he
is an hour older. Now, what neat crime,
of which the police know nothing, has
this scamp been the perpetrator Off"
Some haddock being put upon the
table, Webber helped himself, and began
eating, apparently with a great appetite.
For few moments the convict remain
ed inactive, but his naturally strong
passions and appetite soon overcame his
grief, If only for few moments, and he
began eating ravenously.
Have what you like" said Webber,
after a time; remember that you hate
the police, and the police pay the bill.
I've plenty of cash"
"Then L say good dish of beef
steaks"
"The very thing I've ordered, my
boy. Do you feel better?"
Yes; but shall see her, shan't ?"
"Never broke my word yet, but Pm
afraid you still like her more than you
would care to own.'
"No, hate her." cried the convict,
striking his fist upon the table with
dance again, while it brought up the
waiter in a state of alarm, and an apol-
ogy for having been so long getting the
liquor.
The beef-steals having been placed on
the table, and heartily partaken of,
Weber next proceeded to ply his COM
panion with grog. He then led on the
conversation to the mans wife, and the
promised interview.
"That's it-that's it," cried the con-
vict, taking up the spirit bottle, and
swallowing huge draught from it.
"And when I've said my say, I'll take
her about the neck with these hands,
and she will never, never give mortal
man another kiss"
Why, man, surely you're not jeal-
GUS ?"
"Not jealous ?"
"No; for if you were jealous, you
would betray her, and so shut her up in
prison, while you were in prison your
SELF"
Don't 1 say mean to kill her? Not
jealous-me not jealous ?" he screamed,
becoming every moment more excited.
"Why, it was through her killed the
man ~
Don't say word about that" re-
piled Webber, cor should have to lay
information against you"
Webber knew that the more you try
to silence a lover, or a drunken man,
the more confidential he becomes.
"What does it matter if you do?"
cried the convict, now excited quite
beyond all control. "Since she told
the police where to find me, I'd deal
sooner die, than go back to Portland"
A little liquor remaining in the bottle
the unhappy convict drank the spirit
out, flung the bottle crashing into the
fireplace, and continued: 81 say it
again-I killed man, and she was the
cause. 1t was not long ago-last Novem-
ber, or late in October. We had lodg-
ing up by Glare Market then. One
night went home, and upstairs. The
door was locked. L thought she was
out, and was going down stairs to
speak to the landlady, when L heard
voices in the room. So goes down
stairs, out at the door, into gateway
opposite, and there l waits for an hour.
Then the street door opened, and out
come young man, she standing behind
him. Goodbye heard her say, L
shall soon see you again don't tknow
| why didn't rush across and kill him
and her too; think it was because two