The Union times. [volume] (Union, S.C.) 1894-1918, 1900-09-14

tSh ou the W CODNlncPu you.
Mr.. Barnes, that Mora was guilty
Thus hoped to have you arrest him.
and when once more In custody
would have been able to bring him to
terms by Offering him his liberty.
which he could only have obtained
through my confession"
"What will you do noww asked Mr.
Barnes.
"Ah, that Is simple! Thanks to Mr..
Mitchell, my Lillian Is now n lawful
wife, with her babe restored to her.
You see, l know all at last. My inhu.
man father is dead. My poor mother
lies In her grave. Why should l live
longer? Mr.. Barnes, l deliver myself
to you as your prisoner"
mo, no, Mr.. Barnesw cried Mr..
Mitchell. do not touch him. This
man shall go forth from my house, as
he entered 1t, n free man."
You are wrong, Mr.. Mitchell, though
1 thank you most sincerely. l must
surrender to the law. why not let Mr..
Barnes have the glory Of seeming to
have unraveled the mystery and claim
Mora's proffcred rcwardT
81 should not make such a claim"
retOrted the detective.
NO; think you are a more honest
man," said Preacher Jim. "But If you
hand me over to the authorities you
Will receive credit, and thus l shall do
some good In the world. Besides, you
have sufficiently earned Morals. money
and ought to have It,"
"But why should you give yourself
up at ALP" argued Mr.. Mitchell. "You
have suffered so much that It would be
an injustice for you to suffer more"
1T Is inevitable, and it Is best. You
forget that l have committed a second
murder. 1 killed Slippery Sam That,
too, was In moment Of uncomfortable
emotion. had just witnessed the
death OF my mother. | went forth in
to the street and ran along aimIcssly.
BY chance approached your doorway,
and saw Slippery Sam leave your
house. Instantly jumped to the con-
clusion that he had betrayed me, for
he knew the truth. He knew when l
took the plaid suit and when l return
ed 1t. In fact, he knew everything.
In the disordercd state Of my mind it
was impossible for me to reason calm
ly. l seized Sam by the throat. He
had knife In his hand. l wrcnchcd
1t from him and killed him. AS he fell
the cunning Of the beast-no; the Gun.
ming Of the man who Is worse than n
beast-camc to me. knew that you
would know of this murder committed
so near your house. recalled the ar
guments and theories that we had cx-
changed, and slipped the will into
the poor dying boys pocket that you
might find it there and be mystified."
ut did puzzle me for a time" admit
ted Mr.. Mitchell.
And so, you see," said Preacher
Jim, almost wcarily, "the end must
come now. l cannot permit myself to
live longer. My father was Shdist.
The love Of cruelty which made him
stranglc n poor defenseless monkey,
which caused him once to tie n boy up
by his thumbs In 4 garrct and leave
him there until he tainted, which
prompted him to pinch and kick and
otherwise torture children and ami
mails, has been transmitted to me. his
firstborn, his abandoned son, in Il more
vlrulent form. Twice have yielded
to the craving for blood. Twice have
taken human life. am tcnd in hu.
man guise, beast, n monster. Moth
ing is left for me OH earth. No human
love can be mine. For me there is no
charity, no reformation, no salvation.
I am menace to my kind. There is
nothing for me but determination.
must be condemned to die. All l ask
is that at the supreme moment when
I am sentenced l may be allowed to
speak. to tell my story, that it may ap-
peal to civilization. to humanity, in be-
half Of those utterly forlorn creatures,
the congenital criminals. That will be
my last sermon. And may God have
mercy on my soul!'
The END.
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