Arizona republican., 1891-12-09

this moment, but the awakening ia ter.
 rible. As hear the last echo of tbe re.
 treating footsteps l comprehend my posi-
 tion-alone in prison. It seems as if I
 shall go mad; q feeling of suffocation
 overcomes me, as in vain I attempt to
 cry out and clutch at the bare stone
 walls. My head throbs as if it would
 burst, the widest thoughts crowd to my
 brain in confused mass, 1 do not com
 prehend them. My blood courses through It's veins like rivulets of molten fire
 burning the flesh at each >pulsat;on
 How long the paroxysm lasts know
 not, as In the darkness l can take no note Of time, but when I grow calm l think out the course of the trial
 review my past life, live over again my childhood, watch the purling brook that Tn the summer kept me from my books; l can remember every angry word that Parsons and l have spoken, and groan in anguish; then the days of our courtship rise before me; how proud was on the day Laura promised to be mine; how happy our brief married life had been. l realize that no farewells have been spoken, but she must visit me How long must l wait before we should meet again2
 The long hours pass away until it seems as if the night had come; find can of water and gratefully cool my parched throat; then seek to lie down for the night, but the cell is too small The light apparently grows dim, and in a cramped position 1 try to get little sleep; again wild thoughts surge through my brain, but at last l lose conscious ness.
 Again am wide awake. How long have slept l know not, but I am cold and doze until it seems as if the night would never end. never experienced one so long before;- the silence is oppres- sive. There is a rush of cold air, and feel that another day had dawned. | remember that I have eaten nothing since entering the prison, and also that loaf of bread lay beside the can of water. lclutch it ravenously, but the mouthfuls choke me. Must go on, day after day, in this prison? Is there no help for me? How slow the hours pass; have they forgotten me in my solitary cell, and would it become my grave? Oh, for the sight of living face or the sound of human voice, even if it was but to urge me on to harder tasks; will lingly would work if l could only be among other men.
 After have almost lost all hope of es- cape, hear footsteps approaching. At last the hour of my dehverance is at hand. How long it takes the tailor to reach my cell; he is walking slowly. He halts before my door, deliberately inserts the key, the bolts move slowly, the door swings open and l step forth. devoutly offer mental prayer of thankfulness. l ! follow my conductor and soon stand in the presence of the warden, who grasps my hand, saying: I have good news for | you-you are free"
 l tottored and would have fallen had an officer not assisted me. 1 cannot re- alize that my imprisonment is at an end. |
 My amazement is even greater when | George Parsons comes forward, but in l the hearty handshake that follows we became friends. His story is soon told. | He had received letter stating that his ] uncle was seriously ill in a neighboring | state and wished to see him; at first he | determined to start the following day, | but found that walking across to juno | ton he could take an express train that | night.
 Hastily preparing for the journey he | wrote letter of explanation for his clerk, but it was laid in a book and not found until his return. He found his . uncle dying, but arrived in time to re- ceiye his blessing and fortune. It now | became necessary for him to make a journey west, and he left immediately. ! Not until his return home did he learn of the supposed tragedy, and lost no time in coming to the prison to release me.
 'l have telegraphed to the governor, the warden said, "and if you gentlemen will step in and take dinner with me you may take the afternoon train for home. It will be an unusual sight," he added jocularly.
 But" asked. How can We reach home tonight? There is no train to our place on sunday"
 They looked at me in astonishment
 How long do you suppose you have been in prison" asked the warden.
 About twenty-four hours"
 You were in the solitary forty-fve was the reply.
 But it was the longest day of my life. -Merrimac Budget.
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