Rensselaer Republican, Volume 12, Number 28, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 26 March 1880 — The Untold Story. [ARTICLE]

The Untold Story.

The morning wm warm and bright. | a stranger In the city. AB that was knownof him was that he had been found early om naorning lying beside the railroad track with A lower Hmbs erushed and bleeding. He wte taken to the hospital, aad when he recovered sufficiently, he said that he had JeUse beside the track weak from hunger skid he naked that Ms cot be pushed near the window, which being done he begged that the window might be raised. The Sister refused. , “ Please, please raise the window,” he pleaded—“ it will not be for long, ana I want to hear the birds sing this morning. Raise the window, good Sister: I have something to tell you.” With some misgivings the Sister did as she was requested and the patient dragged himself upward with great uain until nis arms rested upon the sill. Then he spoke with difficulty: “ This is the second day of March, is it not. Sister? Oh, what a happy day it was to have been, for me. I knew the birds would sing to-day. I knew they would sing for Mattie and me to-day. Hear—them—out—there—in the the trees—oh! Mattie, Mattie, I was innoeent of the cri .” , The poor fellow was exhausted and his head dropped upon his thin, wasted arms, while the tears flowed from his eyes. The Sister gbntly raisecLwhim from the position into which he had fallen, ana prepared to lay his head upon the pillow. “lam much to blame for allowing you to talk. You must be quiet, now. “Not no!” he whispered hoarsely. “ I want to tell you now. I have only a few minutes to wait. We, were to—have been- -married to-day. 1 was—accused (oh, will the pajn never leave me for a moment)— quick! see, here is her picture. ” The sufferer’s breath came faster and he grew paler as he 'tore away a small locket fastened with a cord around his neck. “ Send it to Mattie and saythat—God knows I was an innocent. The address The poor boy’s head fell upon the window-sill, but the bright sunbeams could bring no warmth to the face that was growing icy cold, and only He who made the sun to shine knew the story that was left untold.— lktroit Free Press. ‘