The Wilmington daily Republican. (Wilmington, Del.) 1890-1902, 1897-06-05
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"once inside we mounted the first flight
Of steps and directed our footsteps toward
my brother's bedroom,
"Outside Of the door Glava thrust into
my right hand q long italian stiistto.
"Ho then opened the door, and raising
his right hand to its full height above his
head, glided across the floor toward the
bed. Initiating every motion he made,
followed him.
upon reaching the bedside, he took
his place at the foot, and stood beside
him, nearest to the head.
After muttering some unintelligible
words, quick as q flash he brought his
right arm down from its upright position
with awful force.
"Again did follow his precise move
ments, to find, to my horror, the stiletto
which I still olutched In my hand buried
to the bilt In my own brothers. breast
II felt his blood squirt upon my hands,
and then fell into deep sleep, with his
death rattle sounding in my ears.
"For what and how did get theref"
When this fearful narrative WINS finished,
the noble old physician turned away in
horror and disgust
Mentally he determined that the prison.
er, after killing his brother, was feigning
insanity to shield himself from tho con-
sequence Of his crime. He bowed his head
In his hands.
fash through his mind. could 1t DO pos
siblep' he calculated; 20 murderer with
his hands, but not his mindP"
Certain long forgotten facts crowded in
to his mind to give stability to his grow
ing belief.
Then 1t became DR.. Gray's painful duty
to tell the young man the whole truth.
1t was done in his own noble way and with
the comforting assurance that God might
yetprepare way Of proving the prisoners
innocence.
The old man then took his leave, with
q look of such strange determination upon
his face as Is rarely seen upon the human
countenanoe.
For four days, SO his family tell, DR..
Gray never left his locked room to take
morsel Of food or drop of nourishment.
During the first "a hours Of this time he
might have been seen porting over pack
ages of old manuscript or reading long
extracts from many dusty volumes. Final
ly the last batch Of manuscript was put
back into his strong chest, the last old
volume was returned to Its place upon the
shelf
Then the old gentlemen threw himself
upon his bed without removing his clothes,
and seemingly sank off into deep sleep.
Many and numerous were the calls made
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all efforts to obtain an answer from with
In the locked room wero without avail
At the expiration Of the fourth day,
when even his family were becoming
alarmed, though knowing his peculiari-
ties, the old physician appeared once more
in the family circle.
His face was drawn, his eyelids were
heavy, his hair appeared even whittier than
ever before, but his face shone with the
light of great victory achieved
Rushing up to his dear old wife and
with tears of joy streaming down his face,
he made the following remarkable decla-
ration:
"Thank God, 1t is done! They will
never hang the boy after they receive the
confession which I compelled the true
murderer, Antoine Glava, to write in his
cabin while the steamer was in midocean.
The doctor was right.
Two weeks later there was received in
that town by the police authorities docu-
ment which had been found addressed In
the cabin Of man who committed sui
eide by jumping from an ocean steamer.
The document was in the nature of
curious confession, reading like this:
1t is of no use My father taught me that CIV.
cry mind has its master and that the influence
of the master mind in some eases extends to
the uttormost parts of the earth
My master has commanded me to write and
must obey.
his brother, is innocent, morally and mental
ly. His mind was my servant. His hands did
my bidding IN killing the man who took from
me the woman loved. My master bids me die.
ANTOINE GLAvA.
Tho prisoner was eventually granted
new trial upon evidence of reasonable
doubt and released from custody.
The indictment against him was never
afterward prosecuted, and perhaps might
be found in some dusty old pigeonhole to-
day. But, gentlemen, Saunders conclud-
ed, you sec this white hair of mine. 1t is
my living reminder of the efficacy of just
the subject you were discussing.
My hair was as black rs n ravens wing
the day my brother was murdered Il years |
ago.--James Lawton Kcndrcls in Owl