The evening tribune. (Pawtucket, R.I.) 189?-190?, 1897-06-28
A LUCKY TAILOR.

"I'm . happy fellow, Q very happy fel-
lowv' exclaimed Karl wynok, . poor tai
loY who dwelt In one Of tbe cid fashioned,
narrow streets OF Amsterdam. "Tbs
money ! shall receive from Burgomas-
ter Harmon for making this cloak shall
be placed along with that have already
laid up, and II fortune does not jilt me
III wed my little Elizabeth bofore ! am
six months older" BM II
So saying, he rubbed bis hands together
with much satisfaction, and drawing his
legs still closer under him resumed his Dee
die, singing inerrily ~ he worked. But
fate interferes with tho humble az well ~
the exalted, and the cup Of felicity II as
often dashed from tho lips Of tailors ~
from those OF more digni1ed professions,
and Karl had soon experience Of the truth
OF this axiom. His song, wbich In ths
fullness Of his heart be was oarolipg at tb<
top Of bis v0ics. was suddenly husbed, fo1
a Handsomely dressed cavalier dashed vio.
lently into the house, seized an old sword
which hung over the fireplace and dissp.
pearcd as quickly as be entered.
"That h styapSer' muttcfed Karl. my
visitor does not look like . thief" So he
flung aside bis work, jumped from the
board and running 70 tho door beheld 1T q
short distance two gentlemen engaged, IN
fierce strife. One Of tho contestants 81.
most instantly fell dead, while the victor,
casting away his weapon, 6ed precipitately
up Che street. Karl paid little attention
70 the fugitive, but ned to the assistance
Of the fallen cavalier, whose hand still
grasped tho Yapier. He had bean thrust
through the heart with tho sword which
had remained for many years q harmless
occupant Of the nail over the poor tail0r's
fireplace, but now lay near the corpse OF
the cavalier stained with gore. The sight
for a moment deprived Karl Of speech and
motion. His horror Increased as he heard
several voices In the crowd, which had
been dpawn to the spot, denounoe him as
the assassin.
Karl gave himself up for lost man.
He attempted to explain the matter, bu,
he did IL In such confused manner and
trembled 30 violently that many Of the
bystanders, who knew him to be peaoe
BILE and inofRensivs young man, now oon
sidered him guilty. n short, Ne was Am
mediately hurried on to prison as mur
deRer Here he was left TO feel the horrors
of his miserable situation. He paced his
dungeon. with throbbing heart and rack.
ing brain and thought on his blighted
hopes and his sweetheart, who he felt per
suaded would erase his very name from
her remembrance. He had, however, the
melancholy satisfaction to find that this
was not the case Elizabeth was soon at
the prison where, In the arms Of her lover,
she endeavored to whisper tho comfort she
herself 80 much needed. But the "gentle
reader" as in all such cases. is requested
to imagine the grief of young couple un-
der such heavy affliction.
The next day came, and a priest was
ushered into Karl's prison. There was o
something in the oountenanos of the &C.
clesiastic which the prisoner did not fancy.
Of cunning than of sanctity in 1t, and his
whole manner was unpropossessing. His
subsequent advice corroborated the pris-
oner's suspicious.
Karl Wynck," said the priest, "you
are lost man unless you make bold
effort for your deliverance.
"That Is too true, father, but I sec no
means Of escaping from this dungeon,
from which shall soon be dragged to the
scaffold Oh, tits terrible to have ones
name pronounced with horror by the good
and scoffed at by the wickedl But l die
innocent Of murder"
"That Is but idle prating, my son." in
terrupted tho priest. "Will you profit by
my advice or will you die that death you
dread SO much?''
II would fain hear your counsel, father. {"
"Hearken, then," rejoined the priest.
"The keeper of the jail has son who was
this day married, and the wedding will
be kept In the rooms above. An hour be-
fore midnight every one will be engaged
In the revel except tho man whose duty 1t
Is to see all safe. When he enters your
dungeon, use this knife resolutely--why,
what ails thee, boyY' cried the priest, per-
ceiving Karl's already pallid features be-
come still paler.
"Oh, father" said tho poor prisoner,
Counsel me not thusl That would indeed
be murder. cannot do It,"
"Fooll" muttered his adviser as his thin
lip curled with scorn. "Is 1t for such as
thee to Judge Of sin or virtuep Hast thou
not heard how Moses slew the Egyptian
who smote his oountrymanf Was that
Karl heard no more.
"Bcgone!" no cried. "Begone, temptor
have heard how the blessed st. Anthony
was beset by demons who affected sanc-
tity, and begin to fear that thou art ono
OF that flendish legion. Begone, sayf
Tho priest Tor demon, II you plcasc)
smiled another dark smile, and his eyes
cleaned like bright Goals of fire..
Idiot" he muttered as he turned upon
his heels. "Thou art lost Perish In thinc
own obstinacyp'
Karl heard tho door close upon his Wis
itor, and falling on his knees he uttered u
prayer to heaven.
The stranger who had been killed was
not known TO any Of the townspcople.
He had that day arrived mt Amsterdam,
and from his appearance was Judged to DO
gentleman. Karl was put upon his trial,
and tho evidence against him being doomed
conclusive he was condemned To die. In
vain did he urge his innocence In vain
did hc repeat his story of the combat be-
tween the two cavaliers, and how the slay-
or had procured the weapon with which
he had destroyed his antagonist, and
equally vain were the numerous testi-
monials Of good conduct and sobriety
which his neighbors rendered In his favor.
Poor Karl was condemned to die, and
though pitiod by many was thought de-
serving tho fate to which ho had doomed