The pioneer express. [volume] (Pembina, Dakota [N.D.]) 1883-1928, 1885-01-16

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that he alSefed my entire l3iS. S. d
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your confidence, 10 rsvnOa1sl Al
But my dear friend, LINES Ell
somebody. I've neyef ta1A s. human
being, though I've described u o my
self . hundred thousand times. Pei.
haps ! shall bs absolved II nv Ion
penauos IL I do but conAds the secrci
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IN ! mere child. Itl ! vafm suzanne,
day. and ! am in 1 carpentsra shop,
spWeyhere-for I never kpew ths name
Of the plAce--hunting blocks ior toy.
houses among. the shavings. In &c
centre Of the room there are two work.
men, quite near eaeh other. They an
intimate friends. One i using . broad.
~. He is trimming down. ! peice q
timber, while the other makes mortice
holes in the end Of tho same. great LOG.
The younger man, who With mallet and
chisel, is pale and much exhausted.
Laying down. his tools, he slowly raises
his arms above his head, - ho dyawla
out, Is
y s:Yoa handle. that y . we'll,
'YesY murmsrs the sx-man in 8
strangely interrogative tone, - the,
steel cleaves the side Of the tongh beam.
Now he stops chopping to glare vacant
" at the cold gray metal; now he re-.
sumes work more vigorously.. Il
"'1t seems 20 keen, tho younger says
".And sure; thS elder adda.
3Lifes such Z bore, / wish you'd
split my head.
"Poor fellow. he's taken ct his word.
"A flash Of light and d new crash put
IN everlasting period TO the dialogue.
i see the AXIS blade buried in the skull
of the young spprentice, while its ham
die still quivers in the elder workmans
my God! the look Of horror on that
murderer's face! II fades away, and
the man falls in a swoon upon the floor:
~ hear the rush Of fest. Blanched
faces gather round in awful silence. I
am not seen. They do not suspect me
Of the terrible crime. Why don'tsome-
body speak? ,>'
aHow hideous ID silence!
:. II see only one object In that room.
Not the bleeding corpse, but the man
who had done the murder. L alone;
have heard their conversation: I, alone,
know how the young man begged for
death: Icrawl over to the PROSTATE
chopper Of wood. I understand the
case. I stoop down and kiss his
cold forehead. I forgive him-for
I know that he only obliged Q friend.
They tell me that he also is dead.
Strong men strive to tear mo from him,
but I beg to stay. They deny mo this.
I scream He is my father" -s4
us this true?" exclaimed Walter,
terror-stricken at the realism Of th,
tale. ''' ~ -
"rrus," answered Mootls, solemnly;
"but ] swear to you that man acted
without moral intent. understand
the psychology Of thst crime now. It
was the correlation, the reciprocity Of
like thought simultaneously present in
two minds. We are told Of danger in
conjunctions Of the stars, of human ills
that track the wake OF an eclipse-what
are they all, compared to the impulse
that makes an innocent man MUIR
derer?"
There was q long pause. ~.
1T was all so horrible that I believe
the average death-rate in the village in
creased. Mootla resumed hearing anew
her own thoughts. There were two
suicides soon after, and . boy lover
stranRled his sweethesrt.