The new North-west. [volume] (Deer Lodge, Mont.) 1869-1897, 1884-07-04

Paris Corr. Philadelphia Times.

Paris Corr. Philadelphia Times.
"Campi! CampiI" The Governor calls
his name aloud twice before he hears 1t. AT
last he awakens, sits up on his cot and rubs
his eyes. "Your appeal has been dismissed
and your application for pardon refused"
says the Governor. snow, my lad, be
brave" Campi turns deathly pale. After a
minute or so he tries to collect his thoughts,
and goes down on his knees on the bed. But
a nervous spasm convulses his limbs; his
breathing becomes labored; the sweat pours
from his ghastly face in streams. Another
minute-Campi grinds his teeth to stop their
chattering, takes his seat again on the mat
tress to pull on his socks, dresses himself
partially, and slides off the bed to the floor.
The worst is over. A few minutes more
and he masters himself completely. Water
is given him aud he washes his pallid face.
Everybody leaves the cell except the priest,
who tries to console him. Campi kneeIs and
listens attentively, but suddenly interrupts
him.
"What o'clock is it ?"
"Half past A.
Campi glances at the grated window and
sees that 1t is day; his eyes fill with tears.
"Well," he says, 81 am ready" He rises to
his feet at bound. Two turnkeys advance
to take hold of him. He valves them away
with threatening gesture. They think he
will resist. Banquesne whispers few words
to qliet him and his features relax, but he
still remains on the defensive. 81 can walk
alone-I am not afraid" A sudden idea
strikes him. "Any newspaper man here p
he asks, and his face assumes frightful
scowl as he examines the bystanders. If q
newspaper man had been pointed out to him
he would have sprung at his throat. They
soothe him by telling him "No," and he Is
led to the Office to hear the sentence read
The chaplain, who walks at his side, con
tinues bis exhortations, and gives him abso
luton.
"Your hands," says the executioner's
assistant, and Campi holds them up to be
bound. "Not SO tight" he exclaims; "you
hurt me-"
The Chief Of Police tells him there Is
magistrate In readiness In case he has any
statement to make. "Magistratew Ierlie:
Campi, with loud laugh, "Oh, la la!"
At this moment the overcoat given to him
by ex-Chief of Police Mace, which he wore
at the trial, was thrown over his shoulders
He rose-the "toilet of the guillotiHe" wa:
over. "Neyer mind going with me to the
scaffold," said Campi to the priest. sit viii
only grieve you" Then he crossed the YES
tibuIe with q firm tread, his head thrown
back defantly. Beside him walked the
priest. All at once he stopped and turned
to ask, "Where is the executioner" Del
bier was pointed out, and he looked at him
with smile Of mingled pity and disdain
The prison doors were thrown open, and the
command of the officer Of dragons rang out
on the clear air like the sound of trumpet
"Draw sabres!"
He is quiet now, and the priest asks him
IL he is thirsty.
He says eyes," and drinks about half .
glassful of white wine.
Campi walked steadily on, but the head
sinking on bis left shoulder, the convalsive
twitchlng of his mouth and his eyes, of which
only the whites were visible, betrayed the
anguish OF, bis heart. His last attemp. al
bravado was when. he caught sight Of the
guillotine. "Is that it?" be said. skis:
me, my son." replied the priest. "If you
wish," faItered CamPi, and the man Of God
folded him in his arms, Taking him from
that sacred embrace the executioner's assist
ant flung him on the plank.
1t was exactly quarter to five. Three
seconds later Campi's head was lying In the
basket. Monsieur Deibler's operation had
been rapid and successful.