Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 32, Number 107, 5 May 1907 — Page 6

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The Richmond Palladium and Sun-Telegram, Sunday, May 5, 1907.

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By & E.W.HORNUNG,

Author of "R&Ifles. the Amateur Cracksman." "Sting&ree. Elc

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UpyrihJ. 183S. by CHARLES SCR1BNER-S SONS.

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But his old landlady shed tears as she described her last Interview with the prisoner at the bar. It was with difficulty that things which Tom had said on that occasion and to which she had already sworn at Maryiebone could be wrung a second time from her unwilling lips. "I'll pay him" and "I'll break every bone In bis infernal body" were not the worst of the words which were extracted by degrees. Then the stick was produced In court, and the knob that had been so clean and creamy was now clotted over with a sealy. russet skin, like a coat of glue, at sight of which the witness turned as white as ber hair and was given a glass of water in the box. The stick was then duly Identified, the jury Informed that the prisoner had described It to witness as "a rod in pickle" for the deceased and the witness allowed to stand down after a brief but painful cross examination, la which the good soul's foDdness for Tom was betrayed

by signs that touched him as deeply as anything could Just then. His brain was reeling under the dread weight of her evidence against him. He felt Its influence upon judge and jury as a payable force. Its very reluctance only heightened It mortal effect. Jonathan Butterfield exhibited a like demeanor with a like result. It only showed that the prisoner had not lacked those common attributes of the worst rascals, an engaging manner and the power of Injpofir.g on the simple minded. This witness, however, sworo

Mr. Maemurdo. the surgeon, and Mr. Cotton, the ordinary of Newgate. hd both shown Tom the kindest attentions. He could see, however, that each regarded him as a man only too justly sentenced to death. Ibe surgeon offered to use his Influence in the matter of a separate cell at nights. Tom would not hear of it. "No. no." said he; "it would be a poor kindness, though I thank you with all my heart for the thought. The greatest ruffian In the jail would be a better friend to me than my own reflections. Ah. I see what you think!" cried Tom as a queer light glimmered In the surgeon's eyes. "Well, I have done protesting my Innocence, but don't let them leave me by myself.

that's all I ask." Mr. Cotton entered Into spiritual matters, to which Tom listened courteously, though chiefly out of loving respect for his dear father's memory, for where was the God who would permit an Innocent man to suffer death for another's crime? When, however, the good chaplain closed his books he referred discreetly as be rose to certain efforts already being made to obtain a reprieve, adding that he would himself do what he could to further them, as a matter of course. "Why should you, sir," asked Tom deferentially, "when you are quite convinced of my guilt?" The chaplain colored. "I never said I was convinced," he cried. "It is no part of my duty to be

convinced In such matters either way.

CHAPTER XIII.

HE condemned youths heard the

next cell entered and their comrade Carter roused' from his bed. A key then grated in

tbelr own door, it was flung open, and there were Mr. Cope, the governor, and a bevy of turnkeys in the passage. "Out with ItT' gasped Creasey, on his

knees. "I'm respited, ain't I? I never

done it. sir. I never did.- The king!

wouldn't bang an innocent man?" "Get up and dress yourself," was the reply. "You will hear the report upstairs, all of you together. You. too, Erichsen. SHp on your things." Tom obeyed and then lent a band to Creasey, who hardly knew his small clothes from his jacket, and clung to Tom as a child to its nurse. "I'm innocent." he kept mumbling. They'll be the murderers if they let me swing. Didn't I tell you I was innocent, Eriehsen? Haven't I said so all along? Oh, my Gawd, if they let me swing T "They won't." whispered Tom. "But if they did, why, we've got to die some time. It's an easy death, and there's an end to it." "But I don't want to die! I dursn't die! I don't deserve to die! Don't I keep telling yer I never done it?" And the abject thing clung blubbering to Tom's arm as the turnkey who

was waiting at the door conducted the pair upstairs. The tipper day room, or cell ward, as it was indifferently termed, was but poorly lighted with candles, whose sepulchral rays added a pallor even to the white faces of those dragged from their beds to hear their doom. The number of the latter being now complete, all fourteen were ordered to kneel, and Tom found himself between Creasey and Carter at one end of the line. Creasey still clung to his arm. Cartsr knelt like a rock, with his great fingers clutched in front of him and heavy drops falling on them from his bended brow. This was all Tom law

marks of blood upon the prisoner when j No. my poor fellow, your guilt or your

they were together. And though his ely successor as positively swore that euch a stain upon the kerseymere waistcoat had first aroused his suspicions in the garden at Kew, and 'though this was afterward proved In the medical evidence to be a blood stain. It was eventually established that the blood was not that of the murdered man. The point was finally gained In cross examination of the police officer upon whom Tom had jumped bodily in his escape from the empty house. . Witness admitted having opened his eyes to find the prisoner leaning over him with a bloody nose. And the defense hed scored once more, but this after an interval so prolific of Incriminating matters that Mr. Sergeant CulHford sat down with a sigh instead of a smile, and the prisoner at the bar longed Incontinently for the end. The next day the trial was concluded. Erichsen was convicted.

CHAPTER XII. f 3 OM was thrust into a condemn

ed cell measuring but 92 by 6 feet and in height a foot less than its length. Yet even this

hole he was to share with a comrade In like calamity. And in a dribble of summer twilight, as the massive door clanged behind him, he found hfmself Fhut up with a young ruffian, condemned for murder, with whom he had had an altercation over a trifling matter In cbapel yard. The recognition wns mutual, and Tom held out his band. His haud "as taken with an evil grace. In a little, however, the other loosened a not unfriendly tongue, but ono so blasphemous and so foul that Tom half regretted his advance. He could not regret it altogether. The vilest conversation was better Just then than none at all. That of Tom's whliom enemy was vile enough, with Its horrid levity, its coarse swagger and a forced but bloodcurdling contempt of death. Still, It was something to listen to. something new to think about ami shudder over, and the creature, having been alone at night since his conviction on the opening day of the sessions, hardly paused till the small hours of the morning. His name was Creasey. He had been convicted of stabbing his wife (he was twenty years of age), but had never done it; 'twas a pack of lies. But lie boasted to Tom of many a thing he bad k.?K in his short life, and they

were s-?. h tilings as Tom never forgot in hi-. hi y listening and shuddering y--u l;-s !d. Yet when the other seemed ; !ave talked himself out his own torments only began, and he was grateful when the brute broke out afresh. So the night wore on until 1 or 1 in the morning. Then there was a long, unbroken silence, then a sobbing and a shaking and a burst of frantic prayer from Creasey's bed; then quiet, then snoring, and the bell of St. Sepulcher's marking the weary milestones of the night. Tom never slept a wink. Next morning ia the bottom day room, which the condemned prisoners had the use of during the day, he rubbed sh;ulJers with a third convict under recent sentence of death, but this

was a henvy. sullen, middle aged man!

uf the name of Carter, who sat all day with his huge head between his cruel hands and spoke to nobody, nor did cither youth venture to speak to him. Overhead there was another day room and eleven more prisoners under sentence nominally capital, but these were morally certain of reprieve and could be heard playing leap frog and

larking and singing from morning till i

eight - I wish we were up there." said Creaey mournfully. But wait a bit; the yard" for us the same as for them when it's exercise time, and then tLere'Il be a bit o' fun for us all!" The bit of fun essayed by Creasey

was openly to Incite the eleven jovial I

spirits from upstairs to badger Tom and put him in a rage. But by this time Erichsen'a reputation In Newgate was such that the plot fell through for want of supporters. jTom shrugged his shoulders at the petty treachery and was treated by Creasey with a sly servility when they were locked op together once more. Meanwhile the burden of the day bad been lightened by several visitors and as many private Interviews.

innocence is a matter netween your own heart and God Almighty. I, his servant, am only concerned with your Immortal soul, and the longer you live the more time will be yours for repentance of all your sins and the greater your chances of immortal life. But build upon nothing of the kind." And with a parting exhortation the ordinary went his way. Bassett was thelast visitor. He was in a tremendous hurry. The petition was already receiving support and signatures on every hand. The newspapers were full of it. And he who bad furnished the sinews of defense was now working heart and soul for the respite, for which there was still every reason to hope. So said Bassett in a breath and was gone next minute.

It was the last piece of news that heartened Tom most, the news that the noble unknown believed In him still, against judge and jury, and was still heroically striving to save his miserable life. Who could he be? Some friend of Claire's? The thought came for the first time. It never came again. Claire was with the judge, the Jury and the world. She had not written him one word. Tom was now in prison dress, a gaunt, dread figure, but they had let him kep a slip of paper that he had often taken out of a posset in his own clothes to pore over and to dream upon. He produced it now. It was the slip

of paper Daintree had handed down to him during the proceedings at Maryiebone, and he had never seen the writer's face. But be had made a face unto himself; had built tin a character from tiiose few scribbled -words, and both face and character were the sweetest, the kindest and the best that had existed upon earth during the last 1,800 years. So when his last visitor had departed the condemned man was not ashamed to kiss that flurried scrawl

with his lips nor afterwards to find It smudged with his tears. Those were the days when the capital convict was first found guilty, next brought up for sentence and next "reported to the king." The two latter functions rested with the recorder of London, the last having its origin In the number of offenses for which a man might be condemned to death without the least risk of being executed. The recorder would wait upon his majesty in council and make his

report of the prisoners lying 1b Newgate under sentence of death, whereupon the king would bo graciously pleased to respite, say, all but the willful murderers. The amended report was straightway dispatched to the prison and his final fate broken to each man without a moment's unnecessary delay. It was the ISth of May and a Thursday night near the stroke of 12. All was silent in the condemned cells, for even Creasey's voluble tongue had ceased to wag. and Tom lay thinking on bis bed. His companion was a trashy bound, ever cursing God or entreating him with shrieks and tears, unburdening his sordid soul to Tom half the night, venting covert spite and enmity upon him day after day. Tonight he had been alternately protesting his innocence, abusing his deaa j

wife and mocking heaven and hell by the hour together. Tom lay awaiting the reaction which would follow as surely as the morning, and tonight it was before its time. The silence had been dead indeed, but not long so. when the creature leaped from his pallet, with a scream. Next iastant ho was kneeling by its neighbor, fawning over Tom with trembling arms and

twitching fingers. ! "I done It! I done ItT' be whiter- I ed hoarsely. 'There! I bad to tell j

someoody, ana I nave. I a got to tell

or burst. I feel better now. No. no!" he was yelling next moment. "What have I said? I was Joking, you flat joking. I tell yer! Ha. ha, ha! Ifs you that done yours! I never done mine at all!" And he was strutting up and down the cell, trembling from head to foot and laughing horribly through his chattering teeth. But a worse sound yet cut his laughter short. It was the sound of voices and the rattling of keys. Creasey Inclined his bullet head one moment, then stumbled to the door and fell heavily upon his knees.

juie renortr- ns ouavered. i'Erich-J

befor tie ordinary entered in his gown and baited before him first. "Mr. Erichsen," said he, with a compassionate tremor, "the recorder has this evening made his report to the king. . I am very sorry to have to inform you that it is unfavorable." Tom inclined his head. He had cherished no hopes. The ordinary approached Carter. "I am sorry to tell you it is ' all against you also," he continued. "As for you, Creasey," and the latter tightened his grip on Tom's arm, "I am happy to inform you that your life la spared, and I am very happy to inform all the others that by the royal mercy their lives are spared." Creasey withdrew his hand from Tom's arm and edged further away on his knees. A deep sigh rose from a dozen breasts; then as the chaplain was about to offer up a prayer there came a sudden crash at Tom's sldw, and the wretched Carter was floundering on the floor in convulsions. The rest were hurried back to their cells, and Creasey executed a breakdown while Tom quietly undressed. "But that's all rbrht!" cried the former, stopping suddenly. "It's no more 'n I expected, 'cause, you see, I'm an innocent man an' alius was; that's why you never caught me showing the white,' Erichsen, though once or twice you thought you did. Jiggered If you wouldn't believe anythlnk, a mug like you! Why, I used to bilk you every j

blooming night for fun! .Not but what I'm sorry it's all up with you, old msu; though it's a nice an' comfy death, you told .me so yourself, and you know we've all got to , die some day! Besides, you done yours no denying it but I never done mine at all. so it's fair an' square enough, you must admit!"' The little cur was snoring in ten minutes. He was removed to the Transport side next morning. Aud Tom, left in solitude, would have given some days of the twelve remaining to have had him back. The execution was fixed for the 30th. He would never see another June.

Bassett came from day to day with news of the petition. It was being signed but not as freely as at first. Bassctt's disappointment was patent to the condemned man. The smart young fellow was in fact beginning to weary of his uphill work and to think about

the bill. So next day Tom asked Bassett whether the noble unknown had also abandoned hope and effort. "Not he," said Bassett in a half disgusted tone. "He is moving heaven and earth; seeking private interviews with the home secretary if not with the king himself. He's quite capable of it. A wonderful man when he gets an Idea into his head!" "But what put this Idea Into his head?" "Heaven knows!" Tom looked the attorney through and through and asked another question. "Did you tell him how much I should like to see him before I die to thank him?" "I did, but he Is too busy working

for you. He said that would do you more good." "I see," said Tom sadly; "another Culilford! Then wby is he doing It? Cullif ord was paid. He paid him. But why, again? See here, yon Bassett. Both you and he disbelieve in me I know it now but you are tired of your job, and he is not. Why not? I believe you know! Then tell me, and let us part friends once and for all. You need bother your head no more about mm, only tell me what you must know." I know nothing." "Then what you suspect." Bassett considered; had his private conviction (that there was a woman In it) on the tip of his tongue, but ultimately shook his shrewd, cool head. There was nothing to be gained by speaking out. A dying man's gratitude was nothing. And there might be

something to be lost. At any rate the safe side was the wise side, with that bill not even rroperly drawn tip. so Tom and h!s solicitor parted coldly for the last time, and Tom tore up that slip of writing which had been handed to him at Maryiebone, but relented next moment and treasured the torn pieces till the end. And now at last his gallant spirit surrendered Itself to the apathy of sheer despair, and the physical collapse which supervened was almost as com pier as that .of the brave but broken heart. A sudden outbreak of morbid art-eartnee brrwght the surgeon

in hot haste to clean the roul tongue, to regulate the Irregular pulse, moisten the parched skin and. In a word, to keep his man weir enough to'die on the following Tuesday. The good Maemurdo wouldas lief have given him a draft of deadly poison, but such humanity would have sent himself to the gallows Instead. So the surgeon did his best for the poor doomed body, and the'chaplain did' his best for an' Immortal soul still filled with bitter rebellion and rage. But this physician was less successful, though not less kind praying in bis chamber for the poor impenitent, but yet doing what in him lay to further such efforts as were still ling made for a reprieve. Even on the last Sunday, when the stern divine furnished that Incredible barbarism, the condemned sermon, the humane gentleman was upon the other tack and in almost hourly communication with Daintree himself. Tom could not guess at that. The last to enter, the first to leave, the

crowded chapel, he did so with the sense of his Indignity heavier upon him than at either Maryiebone or the

Old Bailey. The very chapel had been filled with sightseers and he the siffht! He had recocnized the noble

earl who had come to spy upon him before the trial, and with him ladies. And, to cap all. the ordinary had men

tioned him by name in the sermon,

taking the sixth commandment for his

'text and directly addressing Tom from

the pulpit. The outrage was unforgiv

able. When Mr. Cotton came to his

cell- soon after, the convict flatly re fused ever to listen to him again. "You have insulted me before men."

he cried. "You need plead for me no

more before God."

"But consider who you are, what

you were," protested the reverend gen

tleman "a clergyman's son, your poor

father"

"Not one word of him!" said Tom. "He would never have spoken as you spoke. There, sir, do not force me to say more. You have been kind to me in your own way, but the greatest kindness now is to leave me in peace

until the end." Next day he asked for pens and paper and spent the entire afternoon upon one letter. Turnkeys, who came continually to see how he was bearing his last hours on earth, found him always writing, writing, writing, with the tears streaming down his face and yet the happiest look that they had seen in it yet. The turnkeys were practical, experienced men. They never doubted that what Erichsen was writing was his full confession of the crime for which he was to suffer in the morning. So one brought another to spy upon him in the act of historic composition. And still he wrote; and still he wrote. He was done before dark and ate his supper as he had eaten nothing for days. He seemed a happier man that was only natural to the turnkey mind. And yet the sealed packet set in front of him on the table was not yet addressed, and when the governor, paying him a visit in the evening, said slyly, "Is this for me?" Tom answered, with quite a laugh, that It was not. It

was for a friend, and the last act of his unpinioned hands should be to add the address. . ., - Tom stepped back into the cell and stood there with the full moon laughing In his white face and blazing eyes. Very well! He would brain the next turnkey who came near him . and so at least deserve his death even If he could not . slip into the dead man's

clothes and thus away. So the hot fit had followed the cool; so madness trod upon the heels of rational thought. The murmur of the crowd, had done It. It bad left him a wounded lion, and his maddened eyes were now roving round the cell in search of that with which to shed blood for blood.

They lit upon the metal washstand fixed (like the Iron candlestick) to the j wall. In an instant the washstand was ; torn out by the roots and poised over j the cropped yellow head, while the loose tin thing- rang like-cymbals on t the floor. The clatter was slow to ! cease. It was followed inevitably by I

hurried footsteps in the corridor. So much the better. The time was come. Tom ralt-d tie washstand on high in both hands and himself on tiptoes to give the greater force to his blow as the door was flung hurriedly open. He was bringing it down upon gray hairs, when be saw their color and, swerving, swung the apparatus with a crash against the wall. "Lucky for you It was you!" he cried as the chaplain threw up his bands. "Unlucky for me. I'd have killed any other man in the place. " Now you see what they've made of me. Better send them to tie me up. It's no good your wasting your breath." The ordinary wrung his hands and gazed in the frenzied face with on-.

man's crime.' "He has not! shouted the chaplain, flourishing a paper from his pocket "He has moved the hearts of those in authority over us. On your knees, sir. and. give bim thanks, for your life has been spared at the eleventh hour!" .

CHAPTER XIV. THE good news was broken to Claire by her father in the dead of night. She had thus some hours in which to prepare for what she was resolved should be her last conversation wkh Daintree on the subjeJt of Tom. And she anticipated not only the last, but the riskiest of so many risky interviews. She felt that ineffable relief might prove hardrr to conceal than into!erah!e anxiety, and so no sooner were her worse fears dissipated than new fears took their place. She went for a ride with Daintree. and he wearied her more thau ever. It was a heaveniy June day. but luscious fields and a gorgeous sky were nothing to the poetaster. His own rhymes thereon at once usurped and exhausted the subject. A volume of his verse was in the press; wery sight, sound or word suggested a quotation. Claire tried hard to think of all that he had done." She found herself thinking of Tom instead aud in sheer depression turned early h-imeward. With the new year came ill tidings from Australia. An investment had turned out badly. Daintree's interests in general were suffering from bis absence. The very next day Jame Daintree led Claire Harding into her father's library aud, even with his face in happy flames, struck an attitude before the writing table. "She is mine!" he cried. "She has consented to share the poet's bays, to divide with Esau his inheritance in the wilderness!" It was notable that no consent was asked of Nicholas Harding. He sat back in his chair, with a stifled sigh of unspeakable relief. Claire never forgot how his hands felt as he took both of hers and drew her toward him. "But you spoke of sailing at once,' said he, cloaking eagerness with an air of extreme deprecation. "It would have to be a very hurried affair." The first cloud crossed Daintree' face. "Ah, nor said he. T could not taki her at a moment's notice to a hour, unfit for ber reception. I must go an prepare it for her. That is a ster necessity. But you must bring her o to me yourself In six months time." Mr. Harding shook his head. II was a public man.

"Then Lady Starkie must." Mr. Harding spoke warmly and v selfishly in favor of an immediate. mn riage, to no purpose, however. The had Indeed made up their mind though the reason was not that whkDaintree had given. Vanity forbad him to disclose the real reason. It w:her solitary but iirm stipulation, a' co - - r- desire to r

(To Bo Continued.)

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' Won. Lost Pet. New York 13 3 .S33 Chicago H 3 .$23 Philadelphia .10 -,v 6 .23 Pittsburg ! t .00 Boston 7 1 .43S Cincinnati 10 .375 St, Louis 3 15 .167 Brooklyn 1 .14 .067

Chicago, May 4 Pittsburg 0 Chicago 1

Batteries Willis aud Gibson; Lungdren and Kling.

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New Ycyk, May 4 - . R. H. E. Brooklyn 0 2 3 New York 10 Ifi 1 Batteries Pastoris and Ritter; Wiltsit and Bresnahan. Boston, May 4 Philadelphia-Boston, rain. Cincinnati, May 4 R. II. E. St. Louis 1 4 1 Cincinnati ......" 6 1 Batteries Beebe and Marshall; Ewing and McLean. AMERICAN LEAGUE STANDING. Won Lost Pet Chicago ....12 5 .706 New York 11 G .647 Philadelphia 10 7 .5SS Boston 10 S .556 Detroit 9 K .529 Cleveland S S .500 Washington 5 11 .313 St. Louis 4 13 .233 Detroit, May 4 R. II. E. Chicago 2 4 1 Detroit 1 10 0 Batteries Walsh and Sullivan; Mullen and Schmidt. Cleveland, May 4 St Louis-Cleveland, wet grounds.

Milwaukee 7 St. Paul 6 Minneapolis 3 Indianapolis. 1 May 4 Milwaukee . . . . . . . . ?. . Indianapolis Batteries Schneiberg Slagle and Livingstone. Columbus, May 4

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