The pioneer express. [volume] (Pembina, Dakota [N.D.]) 1883-1928, 1884-06-27

turnksys advance 10 take hold q him.
Ha waves them away With threeten-
Ing gesture. They think he will resist.
banquesne whispers 8 few words to
qutse him and his features relax, but he
sfill remains on the defensive. IT can
walk a1one-1 am not afraid
A sudden idea strikes him. aAny
newspaper men here?" he asks, and his
facs assumes frighlful scowi q he
examines the bystanders. II newspal
per man had been pointed out to him
he would have sprung at his throat.
They soothe him by telling him aNo, .
and he ID led to the Office to hear the
sentence read. The chaplain, who
walks by his side, continues his exhor.s
tations and gives him absolution.
He is quieted now and the priest
asks him II he is thirsty. He says
"YesS and drinks about half Q elsssful
Of white wine.
Your hands" says the executioners
assistant. and Campi holds them up TO
be bound. "Not 20 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. 'Magis-
trate" replies Campi, with q loud
laugh. "Oh, la,ls!"
At this moment the overcoat given 10
him by Ex- Chief Of Police Mace, which
he wore ct the trial, was thrown over
his shoulder. He rose-the "toilet Of
the guillotine" was over.
"Never mind going with me to the
scaffold, said Campi to the priest. SIT
will only gr1eve you" Then he crossed
the vestibule, 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?"
Deibler 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 esound ofa trumpet: 'Draw sabres! +
TO THE scAFFoLD.
Campi walked steadily on, but the
head sinking ON his left shouldsr, the
convulsive twitching of his mouth and
his eyes, Of which only the whites were
visible, betrayed the anguish of hi.
heart. His last attempt at bravado was
when he caught sight of the guillotine
"Is that allP" he said. kiss mo my
son." replied the priest. 'sIf yol
wish" faltered Campi, and the man O.
God folded him in his arms. Takine
him from that sacred embrace the exc.
cutioner's assistant flung him on thu
plank.
It was exactly . quater to five. Thre,
seconds later Csmpi's head was lying in
the basket. Monsieur Deibler's opera
ton had been rapid and successful.
The body was put in . van and lef
for the cemetery under an escort of gel
darmes. The chaplain followed in
hackney coach. At the cemetery tn,
body was taken out and placed upon
bier while Father Morean, the chaplin
read the service for the dead in presenc,
OF Chief of Police, the Chief of the De
tective Bureau and asquad of gems
darmes. After it was all over the bod,
was put in the van again and driven to
the PEcole de Medicine.
While the mob around the scaffolt
were kissing the cyprians, who Asuntet
their charms in open carriages, two we'll
dressed men walked up to the dreadful
machine and dipped their handkerchief
in the blood that had settled in poo
among the flagstones. A sharp wor,
of command from an officer: the troop
filed ont of the square. Campiis execu
ion was over.