The daily morning journal and courier., 1896-09-18
MY DREAM.

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 I dreamed that q certain man had been accused of stealing money,--from whom I cannot say, He insisted that he was innocent, and would not, even when convicted, confess that he had stolen the money.
 I should know the man if met him, and I know that we have not met as yet, but that some time shall see him and know that he is the man of my dream.
 He was about five feet six inches in height, with slightly curly light brown hair; large eyes of deep blue, full of an intensely beseeching expression-the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen. He wore a black Derby hat, black coat apparently new; gray and white negligee shirt, and pink silk four-in- hand tie,
 l was the only person permitted to visit him in his cell, and when l went in he came to meet me.
 The first words said were, Did you take that money?"
 
 prise it gave me when he answered, "Yes.'
 Quick as thought I replied, my hand grasping his arm, "Well, if you did take it don't say that you did. Con- tinue to say that you didn't. I had rather die than to take back what I had once said, and it would be much more noble to keep to your word" He looked up, his face white, and those piteous eyes turned full upon me. q am going to die," he said, as if it were wrong in me to doubt it. T am going to die, for I am sentenced to be shot" If he had dropped dead before me I could not have been more sur- prsed, for although had heard that he was convicted, did not know what the sentence had been. After this all was blank until the day of the execu- tion. Then 8 man who seemed to be a sheriff came to me and told me that he was to shoot the prisoner. The sheriff, prisoner and went to house which had been named for the place of death. The execution was to take place at two o'clock, and until that time I deter mined to try to save the prisoners life. AHOlieI peISOH SNtcEeu lHy uIedHu at this time.
 He was little, short, fat man, with q smooth puttylike faca and very twini1ling eyes when he laughed.
 This man and began to try to stay the execution so that the prisoner | might have a chance of being par doned. although there was small hope of it, and we both knew him to be guilty.
 This little man sat down at table in an upper room of the house and I stood behind him. Strangely enough the room was quite dark
 He was to fill in blanks and I was to sign my name to an official document, which, if handed to the sheriff, would save the prisoner for a time In fact, it acted as a kind of respite, but in my | dream I remember of reading plainly the word RECHARGE on the bottom of the paper. The man began to write, and while he did so I knew and he knew that it was almost time for the execution to take place. While I stood | behind him I kept saying, Faster faster; do try to write faster!'' He hurried as much as it was possi- | ble for a slow fat man to hurry, and af- ter we had signed our names we read it over to be sure that it was right. | At the time I read the prisoners $ name distinctly, but I cannot now re- | call it.
 When we had read the "Recharge" we rushed down stairs to the sheriff. The little man laughed loudly be- cause he thought he had saved the | prisoner (and I remember how I hated | him for laughing at such a moment) | Then the sheriff said to me, Tt is a 1 quarter of two now, and at two o'clock you know what will happen | I turned to my companion and he | shouted in the sheriff's ear But we've | got recharge; we've got recharge!"
 The sheriff took tEe document and read it. I shall never forget how the cold drops of agony stood on my fore head as he turned and said slowly: This is not a pardon for the prisoner but, if anything, would accuse him again of the crime. Come; he is here. !" | He led us into a room where the pris- oner stood calm and apparently un- moved.
 The sheriff took a silver-mounted re- volver out of his pocket, saying as he | did so, "It Is one minute of two now" 1 looked at the prisoner and murmured, | Good bye" Then I turned to the sheriff and said, For Heavens sake, do not shoot until I am out of hearing I will whistle when I am ready" I rushed to the staircase, ran up as | fast as possible, and went through room after room each one black as night, and finally reached one as far away from the execution room as pos sible There, shining yellow through | the darkness in one corner of the room, lay human skull grinning at me. | paid no attention to it, but rushed over l to the place where 1t lay and stood i there. Pressing my hands to my ears so hard that it almost made me shriek with pain, I gave a long, shrill whistle. l Instantly heard very faintly two dis tinct pistol shots,-then silence. I took my hands down and started for the door, but invisible hands seemed to be holding me. tore myself away, and as I passed through the black rooms, bony fingers touched mine, and in descending the stairs a ! long bony arm, with pieces of flesh clinging to it, was held before me. I reached the bottom at last and rushed into the execution-room What sight met my gaze!
 The sheriff was standing facing the I