The daily morning journal and courier. [volume] (New Haven, Conn.) 1894-1907, 1902-12-20

| Retribution has followed in the wake
| of that trial. Numerous, not very i'm
portant, witnesses died during my in
generation. Soon after the verdict
some died from suicide and later on
some died in the penitentiary, while
some served terms in the penitentiary.
Of the members of the court who sat
in condemnation of me I am not advis-
ed. but the prosecuting judge advocate
and his assistants, think, have been
called before the bar of God.
COMPARED TO DREYFUS.
The late Dreyfus trial in France was
counterpart in many respects to my
own; the same means employed and
resorted to to convict-viz., forged
documentary evidence, as well as false
swearing-the same arm of the gov
eminent service sitting in Judgment.
But I will say for France that when
the prisoner appeared and stood before
the military court he stood as man,
as guiltlesS man, not as condemned
convict and felon weighed down in
shackles and chains; neither was he
tortured before and during his trial,
and was publicly degraded only after
conviction.
This miscarriage of justice in his
case aroused the public of all nations
in Europe, and also the public of the
United States. The official organs,
however representing the governments
abroad, as well as my own, remained in
passive silence, that no offense should
be given to the nation on friendly
terms, or that any breach of interna-
tional law should occur At the same
time every nation in Europe, as we'll as
the United States, had been guilty of
the very same thing which was con-
demned by the press of the civilized
world.
The sentence inflicted upon Dreyfus
was loudly condemned far and near as
a miscarriage of justice, and the stress
upon the president of the French Re-
public became so great that q pardon
was granted Dreyfus. The crime of
which he was accused was false in ev-
cry particular in his case, his only of
Tense" being that he was Jew.
RECEIVED NO SYMPATHY.
In my case, far worse conducted than
in Dreyfus' case I have yet to learn or
hear of a single voice raised in my be-
half or denouncing my treatment, but,
to the contrary, correspondents Of the
press, at times, contributed scurrulous
articles against me, in which no truth
exists their hatred not satlated al
though thirty years have elapsed.
Age is creeping upon me, I am
steadily marching toward that goal
where many have gone before me, and
before many years have passed will
reach it, and there confront my accus-
ers, and then, and not until then, will
the mysteries surrounding my unjust
trial, torture and condemnation be
truthfully revealed.
SAMUEL BLAND ARNOLD.
Mr. Arnold lived in Baltimore from
time to time up until about six years
ago, when he decided to seek the peace
and quiet of country life. Since that
time he has been residing on a farm
near Friendship, Anne Arundel county,
coming to Baltimore at infreQuent
periods. About twice each year he
comes to Baltimore and spends some
days at the home of his brother, Mr.
Charles A. Arnold, at the corner of the
York Road and Chestnut Hill avenue
Mr. Arnold, during his residence in
had always been looked up
on by those who came in contact with
him as a man of most retiring DISPOSE
ton, and was ever exceedingly loath to
speak of the great tragedy or it's sur
rounding circumstances that had come
to wreck his entire life
In all those years of his life Mr. An
mold was undoubtedly what he has de-
scribed himself-a misanthropist. On
the farm in Anne Arundel county he
has sought seclusion and quiet free
from the busy haunts Of man, which
he could not find in big city. Even in
his immediate locality in the country
he is simply known as Mr. Arnold and
but few, if any, know that in this old |
man has been locked the story of one
IF the greatest tragedies of life.
In striking contrast with the once
powerful frame and fiery spirit of i
youth, this wrinkleG old man, with !
lead and beard Whitened by a passage /
If nearly seventy years, awaits the /
of the last trumpet A self
treated hermit from the ordinary
and courtesies of mankind,
lie is beloved by the brute creation. In
lis dogs, his pigeons. his chickens and
he animals of the farm is his greatest
pleasure centered, and all of these
lumb creatures acknowledge him as a
friend. In these friends of the farm,
illed in occasionally by visits of rela-
ives in Baltimore, does Samuel B. Ar
lold find the consolation of his declin-
ng days.
The End.)