The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-10-02

''Yes we find him guilty of wilful murder, meord,' answered the red-faced uryman, gulping and wping his face with red-bordered handkerchief which he looked at immediately afterward Instantly, it seemed, thousand eyes turned upon Polman The red-faced iuryman sat down with al bump, but a little at his side nudged him, and he sprang again. "We recommend the prisoner to mercy, lord,' he continued. "On what ground?" the judge inquired leaning forward and toying with the velvet cloth. Previous good impulse and sudden character, the red-faced jurynan answered T will forward your recommendation in the proper quarter the judge piled He pulled the velvet into the shape Of and put it on, and suddenly clergyman bobbed up his side, his loose sleeves Tapping like crows wings Have you anything to say why sentence of death should not be passed upon your" the judge inquired T didn't do it. I'm innocent" said Pornan. And I'm Adventist" he continued, looking with resent upon the representative of the Established Church The judge talked to him for while, the clergyman stretched his hands, and presently Pol taken away He felt extremely proud of the notice he attracting and strutted of the dock
 He looked up hastily The Eye watching him. He hated it.
 During the first of his three weeks Poman, fact, exhibited precisely those qualities which his jaers had anticipated He had gone into his cell doci1e1y and proved excellent prisoner. It during the second week that he awoe suddenly the middle of the night hearing the pounding of his heart. Something bursting inside his head; sckenng tortured him. his throat tongue felt as though they had been lined with ernery-paper. And all at body seemed to say: You're going to be hangedi You're going to be hangedl"
 He sprang from his bed, tossed off his blanket and to the faucet in of his ce1l, from which flowed continuous tricle of water. He placed his mouth under it. Instantly, with click the trap of his cell went down. Polman looked round The Eye shone from the centre of human face For the first time the prisoner realized that this part of 
 He went back and lay down under the. gas1ight He pondered through all the creeping hours of night He anticipate the fu1fiment of his sentence. Somewhere assuredy, he could obtain piece glass metal edge little flexible cord But his concrete cell contained neither spiinters nails In water trickled necessarily from the faucet into plugless basin; in another shelf with Bble opposite the door, iron trestles riveted two blanks of perfectly smooth planed wood, with straw-stuffed mattress pillow of the kind, and two blankets of fbrous substance His food to him in vessel of soft tin. His of wood. And outside, fixed on him, always the Eye.
 Suicide was impossible. When the watchers saw that he had ceased picking at the threads in the blankets they knew that this stage of his captivity past With the disappearance of this hope became regnant Although he not conscious of the lapse of time. several days had been spent by him this
 
 When the cloud lifted from his brain Polnaan began to perceive pair of shoes, from tirne under the steel door outside. He connected them with the face above; in other words, they part of the personality of his jailer Sometimes, however they wider and larger than others there must be two pairs-two ailers PoIman began talk to them
 Especially at night, when his terror awakened him and his heart pounded the cage of his ribs whe1. the sweat streamed down his face and limbs and the nightmare of sleep had changed into walefu1 de- rium Polnan began to feel the yearning of a sick toward those who attend on him. When the dawn stole into his cell dning but obscuring the gas light when the noises began and birds sang somewhere without, Po1man began plead with them. But neither answered him. He tried break down their impassivity witfp sudden questions. One day. while seated upon the floor, he heard a called and the square boot shifted. The morning. when the flap of the door down. he called suddenly to the outside
 "Dona1dsonp
 The jailer started involuntsriy. The prisoner had caught him; he afterward caught Evans, the head Jailer, in the fashion
 He pursued his advantage when the Hap down for his breakfast.
 Fine day. MT. Donaldson" he began. q to tell you I'm ready to meet my end You needn't mind talking to me about it' Donadsons stare was per- fectly impassive. Polnan changed his attack. Say old man, who the Rugby cup2" he continued
 Donaldson did not relax eyed.
 "Everybody's got his Maker day said Polr1an "I know ifs the law. I don't hold you re- sponsibie. MT. Donaldson haven't any 11-feeling against you. You're only doing your duty. Bat you know I'm innocent, old As Gods my maker swear I'm innocent. My lawyer a rogue. want to send an explanation the Home Secretary.s some paper and ink and pen-a f1ne-pointed steel pen" he continued with cunning afterthought q can't write with a stub Won't you get it for me, MT. Donaldson? There's reason why we shouldn't be good friends, IS there?"
 The taller stared Po1nnan stodIy, his expression inscrutab1e. The Weishn1an leaped forward with Snari
 "Nfy God won't you say word to me? he shrieked. "I haven't said anything hurt your feelings have I? I didn't do it, tell you. Will you listen if plain? If you can't talk, raise right hand for O1Sa PO1rn