The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-10-02

week to see if they done it, but e adnt the strength to ge fadG g F said m d m & em ee qgts 3f to see body stole yer cloes an we thinks the wa'-works as You fool, why don't get reprievef cried petition, an e 'asn't answered or took notice An Charles tyken ken yer gold watch to wear Yer know yer always was fond of Charlie. Now. f e ee fer to % We do %ans m to d Pg nn ead5 ~ uR nn in G w9Td acsOTd % to og[ Sy24 maybe some mistyle was myde an seein' the trouble an disgryce yer've brought on us ali"
 Yer did, an yer've disgryced us all an it cost Anls tel g6g P59tE ddn RfnPy moving to "and'~0Ffh
 Yer did, William, know yer did"
 Yer did"
 on He felt infuriaed to his sister standing there in freedom He had never realized how much he hated seemed to go down into the foundations of his being Ieaped to it's expression His sister tvpifed that plague of human relationships to escape which with mind, he had plunged into his intrigue with the ouf- east woman whom he had destroyed Nov he need lity of the black bon1azne vanised and in this fat and howled at the side of the corpse.
 Yes I did it Margaret he .s reiterated, craning 70 ane me ~ for a!F fe bnd me and S9 ond me s0d and @ round my neck and spring the trap and S gnec stretch and feet,1l dang1e. and my facen turn 1rrealized terror of tta-his fearLgro,ving in the fhen when y ne Clicked and fye turned cold and stiened out they'll cut me down and put me in
 His fear was gone. He had transferred it to her. His sisters eyes glazed like the pqgs She tumbled forward and hustled the prisonr back into the they revived her.
 When they had got her outside Evans turned to Donaldson and said:
 "If ever a human soul booked for hell. he's going there"
 But Poman, in his cell, heard nothing of this. He singing hymn.
 On the next morning the prisoner awakened at five on that he could not at first % define When e got @ of bed his knees shook under him and deaty faint wall of his cell, trying to anal yze this overpowerng need All at onee e he her realized & that he was hungry the jailer. Ten minutes later he was ling had in fact been left on hand by the prison cook in expectation of just such demand. So began the
 Po1man devoured six meals that day. kindly government, which denies solace in con ings of the tortured nerves with the ansthetic of food Whgn he was I not of fang m sang St m &
 Until the last days the latent hope of a repreve had tained his relationship with the external world But even before the final scene secluded in silence he M M a nae the adder es of M ope n the Of & m mind became his world and all else being unreal and He sought for fear and could not find it Had par don come, he would with difficulty have readjusted his mind to mundane affairs In this imaginary world, his jailers became his servants Unable to inct discipline, they submitted to his usurpations . "Youre swindling me, you gswine" he shouted, his cell large round steak lay lay high and dry upon
 s91 wants a larger bit, he shouted. And wants
 Upon the afternoon of the Saturday preceding the execution. crowd attracted by Polmans sing?g, had changed into husky roar and, shouting like So long he sang it seemed to him. salvation could come. as it were, the ta1;sman of his safe conduct across the border1apd Suddenly the lock clicked and e bated at the entrance and regarded the prisoneI who brushed past him twice bawling his song Don the arm al and spun him round The Weshman sHook him off with ease and resumed his pacing The gov and both waited for the conclusion of the hymn. Then Polman withdrew into corner and erouched, glaring them with insane, bloOdshot eyes. The governor read from the document which he was holding.
 "I have to inform you that His Majesty has been graciously pleased to commute your sentence, of PentonviIie where you will be placed under the jris disposition of you shall seem fit"
 open, staring. The governor repeated his announce n.ent in paraphrase. And some few words prisoners brain He tried to sing and ceased tne words bubb1ng. upon his lips in imbecile fashion of his hopes crurnbling. Tn place of the 1nartyrfs crown he the cold walls of a convict prison His ecstasy was gone, and all the passions and terrors and dreams of the past week had gone; all his la borious conquest over fear value1ess his hatred anger and repentance worthless He might as well never have gone through that Getf1semane of an guish into peace. He tumbed down and sat propped up against well his feet sprawng like a par alytc's, his eyes fixed upon the governor in the tremity of despair.
 Donaldson, I'll leave 1t to you to explain he