The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1884-07-04


teeth to stop their chattering, takes his
seat again on the mattrass to pull on his
locks, dresses himself partially and
slides off the bed tc the floor.
The worst is over. A few minutes
more and he masters himself completely.
Water is given him and he washes his
pallid face.
Everybody leaves the cell except the
priest, who tries to console him. Campi
kneels and listens attentively, but sud
denly interrupts him.
What o'clock is it?"
Half past four"
Campi glances at the grated win
dow and see that it is day; his eyes
ms with tears. We'll, " he says, 81 am
ready"
THE TOILET.
He rises to his feet at a bound. Two
turkeys advance to take hold Of him.
He waves them away witt. a threaten
ing gesture. They think he will resist.
Banquesne whispers a few words to
quiet nm and his features relax, but he
stlll remains Oh the defensive. az can
walk aloneI am not afraid"
A sudden idea strikes him. "Any
newspaper men here?" he asks, and his
lace assumes q frighlful scowl as he
examines the bystanders. If II newspa-
per 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 by his side, continues his exhor-
tatlons and gives him ahsolution.
He is quoted now and the priest
asks him if he Is thirsty. He says
Yes" and drinks about half a glassful
OF white wine.
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 a Magistrate in readiness in case he
has any statement to make. "Magis-
%trate" replies Campi, with a loud
laugh. ooh, la,lal'
AT this moment the overcoat given to
him by Ey-Chief Of Police Mace, which
he Wore at the trial, was thrown oven
his shoulder. He rose-the toilet OF
the g%uillotine" was over.
Never mind going with ne to the
scatfold," said Campi to the priest. oh
will only grleve you" Then hecrossed
the vestibule, with q firm tread, his
head thrown back d%etiantly. Beside
him walked the priest. All at once he
stopped and turned to ask: "Where is
the executioner?"
Deibler was pointed outand he looked
at him with a smile of mingled pity and
disdain. The prison doors were thrown
omen and the command of the officer Of
dragons rang out on the clear air like
the sound of q trumpet: 'Draw sabres!
TO H %sCAFFoLp.
Campi walked steadily on, but the
head sinking on his left shoulder, the
c~onvulsive twitching of his mouth ani
his eyes, of which only the whites were
visible, betrayed the anguish of hi:
heart. His last attempt at bravado wa:
when he caught sight of the g~uillotine
'.1s hat ala" he said. "Kiss me m,
son." replied the priest. IF 20,
wish" faltered Campi, and the man o
God folded him in his arms. Taking
him from that sacred embrace the exc.
cutioner's assistant flung him on thu
plank.
1t was exactly a quater to five. Three
seconds later Campi's head was lying il
the basket. Monsieur Deibler's opera
ton had been rapid and successful.
The body was put in a a and lef
for the cemetery under al escort of gel
d'armes. The chaplain followed in
hackney coach. At the cemetery tn
body was taken out and placed upon
bier while Father MORGAN, the chaplin
read the servicefo for the dead in presenc
of Chief of Police, the Chief Of the De
%tective Bureau and a squad of gems
darmes. After it was all over the bod
was put in the a again and driven tx
the lEcole de Medicine.
While the mob around the scaffol
We're kissing the cyprians, who haunte
their charms in open carriages, two well
dressed men walked up to the dreadful
machine and dipped their handkerchief
in the blood that had settled In g poe
among the flagstones. A sharp wor
of command from an officer: the troop
filed out of the square. Campi's execr
ton was over.