Gloucester County Democrat. (Woodbury, N.J.) 1878-1932, 1897-08-05
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events of that night till I was awakened
by the sound of voices and the flashing
of lights. I found myself standing in
the chateau of Campazany. It was the
dining-room. There was black mask
on my face and bag of plunder at my
side I knew well what it meant. The
lights and voices were approaching. 1t
was the marquis and his servants ap-
preaching. Desperately I rushed to the
windows. They were securely fastened.
Imust have entered elsewhere. turned
to dash through the door opposite to
that by which the marquis and the
others were entering. They saw me and
pistols were leveled. saw a white
figure spring between me any my pur-
suers. I heard voice cry Henri!
Henril Itisyou but you are innocent!"
Pistol shots rang out; there was a wild
shrek, and, looking backward, saw
my love lying -dead-dead, her
fair hair dabbling in her blood. With
the laugh of maniac, fed away
through the darkness.
"sWhat happened in the years that
followed I know not. was dominated
by one impulse-to fly from the scene
of horror which was always in my MEM
ory. What did, how I lived, have no
knowledge. Quite probably my limbs
took advantage of my mental infirmity
to involve me in the crimes for which
they thirsted. Quite probably large
part of the time which is blank to me
was spent in prison. / know not. At
length my mind began to assert itself
again. I was no longer dazed; sanity
had returned.
i" 7 found that I was living in Ameri-
ca, in the city of Chicago, the inhabi-
tant of room in a low tenement house;
an ex-convict, a man whom the police
feared and watched; whom the Grim
inals admired. Dreadful awakening,
with what terror did realize my posi-
ton! Thinking to escape I came here
to New York, but, as you see, the evil
| influence still continues. In an un-
guarded moment, have been abducted
from my home and borne here to pose
before you as criminal and wretch.
Lady, this is more than can bear.
"sAgain the stranger shed tears.
looked upon him with the deepest pity.
His tears, his youthful beauty, his frank
speech. all convinced me of the absolute
truth of his narrative. which, though
surprising in some respects, was not
more SO than some tales which juries
accept as truth.
81 believe you,' said; not only do
| believe YOU. but 1 will make others be-
Ieve YOU You have but two more years
in which the evil grated upon you can
continue. Go free tonight. Strive on
against misfortune, and if in an ex-
tremity you need friend, call upon
me-
"GThe noble face of the count was IL
] Illuminated with thankfulness. Heaping
blessings upon my head, he departed
and saw him not again, nor heard of
him till l received letter telling me
that he was in prison here and desired
to see me-
"'Ah!' said I, you wish to see him?
"T do, indeed; desire to comfort
and strengthen him, and, above all
to give him this pie. The seven years
i
wicked individuality of the grated
limbs has gone, and with it the
strength. The count, above all things
now needs building up. In few days
will tell his story to the press, to the
governor. will get him released anc
will send him back to his estate il
France as happy as man with such
history can be-
so saying, she produced from par
eel she carried huge pie.
"Well, it was little irregular. to bf
sure, but the appearance of the lady
and her simplicity were too much fol
me and I passed it in. Then she hac
five minutes conversation with Hand
some Charley in my presence, and wen
away looking satisfied, while | sat
back in my chair and laughed to thinl
how easy it is to pull the wool over {
woman's eyes"
The warden rose, knocked the ashei
out of his pipe and picked up his huge
bunch of keys.
"But the sequel, warden!" / cried
Wasn't there any sequel?"
Sequel? Yes, certainly there was
sequel" said the warden, turning t.
trudge off. Next morning we found {
big hole through the wall of Handsome
Charley's cell. He got away and nevel
heard of him since, or the Tarrytow1
young woman either, though WI
searched enough. That pie must has
contained blackslnith's shop"
/ Off stumped the warden, rafting hi
keys, his rugged face settled again int
gravity and gruffness, and / sat still
and laughed till the tears came in my
eyes to think how the clever sex hat
scored again.-N. Y. Ledger.
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