The Wasp A Saturday journal of illustration and comment, devoted to the discussion of public affairs, finance, society and art . end, and Charley will hang! No, no!—she goesalone—and she left. The outpouring of the girls agony had vanquishedme. Her unfeigned grief and weighty sorrow; hereloquent appeal wrung from the innermost core of afast breaking heart, had convinced me of the truth ofall she said, and I concludect illy uilly to aid that morning 1 saw Chet. Dr. Leavenworth had offered me a farm for sale,and Chet unsuspectingly consented to go with me onSaturday, and stay away over
The Wasp A Saturday journal of illustration and comment, devoted to the discussion of public affairs, finance, society and art . end, and Charley will hang! No, no!—she goesalone—and she left. The outpouring of the girls agony had vanquishedme. Her unfeigned grief and weighty sorrow; hereloquent appeal wrung from the innermost core of afast breaking heart, had convinced me of the truth ofall she said, and I concludect illy uilly to aid that morning 1 saw Chet. Dr. Leavenworth had offered me a farm for sale,and Chet unsuspectingly consented to go with me onSaturday, and stay away over Sunday to inspect » 1. » ?? We had lively greetings upon our return to thecity on the Monday noon following. The prisoners, to custom, had congregated in theprison yard on Sunday morning, to attend churchservice, rendered by an itinerant preacher. At amoment when everybody, if not devout, was at leastrespectful and attentive, the gates crashed inward bypressure from without—a rush was made—Charleywas whipped from out the crowd, a carriage droveoff at a tremendous rate, and Daudy Charley wasseen no From the preparation the reader has of the char-acter of Chet, his state of feeling may be easier sur-mised than described. His last words as we parted,premised with a bitter oath, were: Ill have himyet, and he shall hang! PAET III. The conflict of emotions harrassed me into a dis-quietude, almost amounting to a fever; to this, wereadded tlie fatigues and discomforts consequent upona three days toilsome travel, over a rough countrywith but crude accommodations, so that immediatelyupon entering my rooms, I threw myself, dressed asI was, upon my bed, and tossed, started up and fellback, until darkness had settled upon the face of theearth; vehicles had ceased to rattle upon the everbusy streets, shadows from lights without began toflicker upon wall and ceiling, reminding me of myneglect in not closing my street door and shutters,they being open. I struck a light,
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