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La(> RANGE* JOURNAL
JOB PRIHTISG OFFICE.
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Attorney at Law and Land Agent,
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Hotair Public and Insurance Agent Of-
fice in Masonic budding.
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Vol. 8.
La Grange, Fayette County, Texas, Thursday, August 11, 1887.
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Children Cry
Hyacinth Vane guilty of mur-
der! It seems absurd, as though
one broke a butterfly on a wheel
or raeked with torture a feather-
ed songster. My whole heart
faints at the sight of pain.
I hated her for her beautiful
face, for her proud manner, for
her false sweet words, for her in-
solence to me; but slay her! Dear
Heaven I had neither the strength,
the courage, nor the will to hurt
one hair of her head!
I hated her; she had robbed me
of more than my life; but slay
her! Ah me, how foolish the
wisest of men are! If I had been
a judge, and they had brought be-
fore me such another girl as my-
self, it seems to me that I should
have looked in the girl’s face and
said—
“That child a murderess! What
nonsense!’’
Though my judge looked sorry
for ine, yet he certainly believed I
had done that shameful deed.
I shall stand before another
Judge to morrow, and He will
know; there will be no justice
then—no nntruth. I shall And In-
finite Mercy. My earthly judge
has failed—on these hands of
mine no stain of blood rests.
And now the last faint light
must be dying out of the skies at
home. My hoars grow fewer. I
must pray now, while my seuses
are left to me. I must beg Heav-
en to forgive all my «ins.
What is my worst sin? I made
an idol of my lover. I worship-
ped him as one shonid only wor-
ship the great Creator. I gave to
my lover the love I should have
given to Heaven. For that sin I
mnst pray for my pardon. Again
the sins of hatred against the
beautiful woman who stole him
from me, of burning jealousy, of
bitter words, of longing for ven-
geance—for those sins, and no
other, 1 have to suffer to morrow
a shameful death.
I am sorry for her, lying in her
grave, her bright beauty hidden
forever from the eyes of men; but
I pity myself more. Thousands
of carious eyes will look on while
I die. There will be no one to
prove tha}; I was innocent. My
father, my friends, the girls Hove
the children I played with, will all
believe me guilty; and for fifty
years to come they will tell at
Dnnwold the story of how Hya-
cinth Vane murdered Gertrnde
Fraser out of jealousy and re-
venge. There will be no one to
defend me and say I was inno-
cent. The little ones I have nurs-
ed will grow np into men and wo-
men, and to their children in their
turn they will tell how Hyacinth
Vane murdered her beautiful ri-
val, and died in Ulverston Jail.
There will be no one to tell the
truth. I hate to think that Elsie
Vane’s only child—“the little white
Hyacinth,’’ as she was called—
shall for all time be branded with
the name of murderess.
I kneel down and pray as well
as I know how. 1 remember my
sins, and ask pardon for them.
And then I ask that I may die
bravely; that I may not cry, or
shriek, or faint; that I may not
cling to the kindly chaplain, whose
heart aches for me; that I may
not cry out to the seething multi-
tude. I ask—and I never stop to
think whether it be right or wrong
—with woeful tears that my moth-
er may come and be near me on
the scaffold when I am about to
die.
It is quite dark; and a strange
sound comes to me. It is like the
hum of a multitude—a confused,
horrible souud. The jail of Ul-
verstou stands facing one of the
wide streets, and clearly enough
I recognize the sound of an enor-
mous surging mass of people.
They have come to see me die!
I fall upon my knees with a pas-
sionate cry of terror and pain.
Hundreds and hundreds of peo-
ple will tell each other how they
saw Hyacinth Vane hung. 1 re-
member having read with wonder
and amazement in the newspapers
that to see a fellow-creature die
men and women will walk for
hours, will stand for hours, shout-
ing, singing, jesting, giving no
thought to the pain of doomed
one’s last moments. Oh, Heaven,
under the bright blue beautiful
sky, can such things be!
Then another sonnd freezes the
blood in my veins. * What can it
be, this muffled hammering! Oh,
I know! At night, with the help
of torches, they are erecting the
scaffold ou which I am to die! I
hear the sound plainly, and I cry
out with passionate terror and
pain—loud, bitter cries; I cannot
restrain them. This brings my
fate home to me. Who will save
me? Who will help met Oh,
Heaven—ob, mother—I am so
young, and I must die!
I fling myself upon the ground.
I am half mad with fear; and the
crnel sonnd of the hammering the
shouting of the crowd, of a vast
multitude, seem to grow clearer.
How they will rejoice when I
stand before them tomorrow to
die! For it was a crnel murder,
and they all believe me guilty,
could make no defense, except
that I had not done it.
My passionate, woeful cries
ring through the vaulted passa-
ges. Some one mast have fetch-
ed the governor, Captain Long
more, aud the head matron, Mrs
Martyn. I hear the key turn in
the lock; my sad, longing eyes
gaze out into the corridor, and
then the door closes. I am shnt
np in the condemned cell, and the
outer world has gone from m
It is Mrs. Martyn who raise
head from the cold stone floor,
and, looking into the governor’s
face, says quietly—
“It is very sad for her to hear
that noise; it is bad enough with-
out that.”
The governor's face darkens.
“It is bad enough altogether/’
he replies; and I wonder in my
own mind whether he thinks me
innocent or guilty.
I may mention that this tragedy
of mine took place thirty years
ago, when it was the custom to
hang men aud women alike before
the scoffling gaze of thousands.
My passion of terror has ex-
hausted me. I feel that my face
is white and still as that of a dead
woman. I cannot unlock my lips
to speak; my eyes are closed.
“I will lay her on the bed,’’ says
the matron. “She onght to sleep
until the bell tolls.”
The governor shudders, strong
man thongh he is. I feel him
tremble as he raises me in his
arms.
“Hanging men is bad enough,”
he says; “but a woman, a fair del-
icate girl like this—I would as
soon be hung myself as help in
it!”
“Do yon really think she did
it?” asks the matron, in a whis-
per.
“The law has pronounced her
guilty. Surely the judge aud the
jury-must have had pretty good
evidence, or she would not be
here. 1 am bonnd, as governor of
this prison, to believe her guilty,
and to see that she is punished;
bat, if you ask my opinion as a
man with a judgment of his own
in the matter, I should say that
she is innocent—that a white dove
is far more likely to slay an eagle
than she to murder a girl young
as herself. I believe another
thing, Mrs. Martyn, and it is that,
if she does not have either wine
or brandy, she will be dead before
to-morrow comes/’ The kindly
matron says—
“Let her die, Captain Long-
more. Only think what it would
save hef, if she could die here,
and now!”
“I dare not,’’ he answers slow-
ly. “I must do my best to keep
her alive. I shall order some
wine.”
It is brought to him; and they
try to ponr it down my throat. I
endeavor to open my lips, but I
am quite powerless.
“She is dying!” cries the ma-
tron. “What shall we do?’’
They send for the prison doc-
tor, and he comes in haste.
“Dying? Is she, poor child?’’
he says. “I wish that I dare let
her die.”
Bat he dares not. He does all
he can to bring me back from the
shadow-land, to keep me alive,
that to morrow thousands may
look on in the bright sunlight and
see me die.
Slowly under his skill and care
my eyes open and the blood stirs
in my veins. I read the very year-
ning of pity in the doctor’s eyes.
The sound of the hammer with its
mighty muffled blows is more
clear and distinct. I catch his
arm.
“Doctor,” I cry, “send me w here
I—Oh, 1 cannot bear to hear that
noise!”
He turns from me with a groan;
aud the governor says—
“You cannot leave this cell.
Try not to hear it, Hyacinth
Vane.”
Four hours later, The sun has
long since set, the birds are sure-
ly resting, the flowers all fast
asleep; the great beautifnl wings
of night are spread over the world;
the winds are hashed, the trees
are still. The noise of the ham-
mer has ceased, and my heart,
which seemed to throb painfully
with each stroke, beats more
regularly.
The moon mnst be shining, for
across the narrow window falls a
ray of light, faint silver light. Ah
me, how ofton have I watched it
lying on the lilies and roses at
home! I have seen it on my lo-
ver’s face, when it has given to it
the beauty of a Greek god. I shall
never see the sweet silver moon-
light again. I can hear the Barg-
ing. the subdued noises, of the
vast crowd; I know that men and
women are waiting outside—lying,
standing, sitting, through the long
hoars of the sweet summer night
just to s$e me die. A hundred
memories sweep over me. Again
I go over the tragedy of my love
—the love that haa been my doom
my fate—that has brought me
hate to die; and I say to myself
—may Heaven forgive me if am
wrong!—that my love was bo dear
so sweet, it made me so unuttera-
bly happy, that I would rather
have had it, even were it to be
followed by the punishment of
death, than have been without it
and have never known it—ten
d
I think of every hour I spent
with Alan, and my heart grows
warm again. Unutterable anguish
the very extreme of sorrow and
woe, have followed my love; but
it lives in my heart and will never
die. They will kill me to-morrow,
but they will never slay my love.
The best part of us never dies.
1 remember her—the tall, dark,
brilliant beauty, whose eyes alone
would have lured any man to his
rain. There is no stain on my
hands; they are white and clean.
I hated her, but I would not have
hnrt one hair of her head. There
comes to my mind, as I lie in the
darkness and the silence, a horri
ble story.
We had a fair at Dnnwold every
year; and when I was about ten
years old I was allowed to go to
it. The thing that struck me most
was not the booths, the stalls, the
amusements, the people or the
fan, bat a man, who carried a
large board, on which were paint
ed the several scenes of a mur-
der. I remember every detail of
it, even the sound of his voice as
he shouted out the storv.
It was ot a mother who had
murdered her child by throwing
it upon a large blazing kitchen
fire. The picture that thrilled me
most was a representation of the
condemned cell, in which the hap-
less woman sat staring helpless at
one corner, where the murdered
child stood, surrounded by
bright light. The man chauted
the mother’s words—“By night
and by day the child stood always
in a corner of my cell, looking at
me with such sad eyes.” There
was no silent figure reproaching
me, for" on ray soul lay no sin of
murder.
The darkness increases; and
the matron, who has asked to re-
main with me for the night, sleeps;
I can hear her calm regular breath
ing, and it seems to me that my
pain is increasing. My restless
sighs awake her, for she opens
her eyes and says:
“Can yon not sleep? Would yon
like to get np!”
I thank her, and try to lie still,
so that she may rest.
Oh, the horror of that last night
spent, as it were, under the ont
stretched hand of death! 1 cannot
tell if I slept; my very senses
were steeped In fear and dread;
but there came a time when the
darkness seemed to enfold me,
and 1 remembered no more
When I opened my eyes again,
a pearly light lay across the win-
dow. The sun was rising; it was
the last sunrise for me. In my
mind I saw it all—the rose-red
clouds, the birds actively in quest'
of food, the flowers with dew on
their leaves, the cool, sweet earth;
I saw all the beauty and color at
home.
A pitying voice asked would I
take some tea. My lips were par-
ched, my mouth burned, I longed
for a cap of water even, and the
cup of tea was most refreshing;
yet I could hardly drink it—the
recollection that it was my last
almost prevented my swallowing
it.
Six o'clock—and at eight I had
to die. A strange calmness came
over me, a stupor that froze all
my senses; I could not even pray
—and I had been so anxious to
pray. The chaplain came in then,
and the others stood apart that
he might talk to me. I raised my
dazed miserable eyes to his face,
the kind, good face, that in my
distress and horror had been to
me as that of an angel.
“I have but two hours,” I said;
and then it mast have been the
sight of the tears in his eyes that
brought mine, for I fell weeping
at his knees, crying to bim that I
had to die—to die!
He turned away his head with a
sob.
“She iB only a child, I heard
him say—“only a child.” He re-
covered himself. “Let us spend
the two hoars in preparing for
heaven,” he said; and the he told
me how much ii was to be desired
that I should make full a and free
confession of my crime, with all
its details.
My crime! That had been lov-
ing *my lover too well, not the
murder of my rival
look into his face, and cry out:
“I am innocent. Do you not be-
lieve that I am innocent! If I
bad been guilty, I shonid have
told you before. Do you not be-
lieve me!”
“The law has found you guilty,
my poor child,” he said.
“The law is unjust!” I exclaim-
ed.
He laid his hand upon my shoul-
der.
“Hush, my poor child!” he said.
“Remember you are at the thresh-
old of another world; there should
be calmness at the gates of death.
If you are guilty of the crime for
which you are going to die, then
accept death as a just punishment
of yoor sin; believe me, child, the
scaffold, as well as the cross, has
opened for some the gates of
heaven. If yon are innocent, give
yout life cheerfully. You ean die
a martyr’s death.’’
“Ah, me!” I cried out, in my
bitterness, “you do not realize
how frightened I am to die!’’
Until just before the terrible
hour struck, he prayed for and
with me. He told me wbat I
should have to suffer, bow great
would be the ordeal of stepping
out from the dark gloom of the
prison walls into the bright sun-
light, where thousands of faces
would be turned eagerly towards
mine. He told me, when deai"
fear seized me, to pray, “God „
V
OUR WEALTHY Ml
Much has been said in ne*
pers of men who have made
fortunes m comparatively *
1 had years in various business (
was a ] tries. Many of these articles j
written by correspondents of;
minent newspapers, aud co|
into others of lesser note. Cor
pondents generally are
men of Easiness qualifications i
wrongfully picture these men i
their business as a thing of
deut: this is not the case
those we have met. We flud
where men have made large
tunes by their own business!
aud iudustry they chose
sagacity and forethought
business as would lead to sue
merciful to me a siner!”
As be talked I grew calmer,
aud the thought entered my miud
“if men pay snch a man as this
with gold, wbat will his reward
be in heaven!” Calmer!
need to be calm. There
hush in my cell, a roar from the
crowd outside, then a solemn and
terrible panse; one voice said,
“Poor child!” another, “Lord,
have mercy on us all.” “Hush!”
said the governor, imperatively.
Ah, I kuew—I knew! The cell-
door opened, aud a man came in
with a rope in his hands.
“It is time,” he said, in a low
harsh voice.
He took hold of my arms to
pinion them. I cried ont to him:
“Pray let them be free! I will________,____________
be docile, silent, motionless; only I when haudledwiThbusiness j
let my arms be free!”—those white j ment. No man has been bro
rounded arms that bad been clas-1 before the public as an exa
ped round my lover’s neck. With i of success, both in wealth
a passion of despair, I kissed the magnitude of his business (ou
little hand that had gathered the j of stock and railroad uieu)
lilies in the garden at home. They] prominently than Dr. G. G."
were warm now; only a few minu of Woodbury, N. Y. He is at
tes more aud they wonld be dead, bead of many large business
The man turned aside for half a1 *
minutes when he saw me kiss my
hands; and then my arms were |
pinioned to my side. •
The dread moment was drawing
terribly near. The bell began to
toll, aud the warders came. Was
I a coward that I cried aloud in
my agony for Heaven to help me
—that woeful cries and passion-
ate words came from my lips!
Was I a coward that I turned my
white, dazed, miserable face to
the chaplain, telling him I was so
frightened? I was almost dead
with fear; I saw strong men turn
away with great tearless sobs, and | ness man or his
one woman fell fainting to the
ground.
The roar and cries of the crowd
were quite audible then, and the
solemn tolling of the bell sounded
above all. The procession was
pitiful enough to make an angel
weep. All the stern majesty of
the law arrayed against one poor,
white, trembling child, whose. ,
hands were bonnd; grim, stern °* exercise, for, as trav
men—the governor with his mili- know, a heavy train drawn at
tary bearing/the warders, with ra*e fifty miles an hour
their impassive faces—were lead make little fnss in com
ing me to death. with antics of A
W e were in the corridor then, i*®ked to an. engine
and the solemn words of bnrial 8am.® rate. Mr. Gould
service cut my heart in two. els in the Convoy at a _
“I am the Resurrection and the £***» and during such a trip he
Life-’’ been known to change seal
Hush! Hark! What was wrong? ^rom on® side of the car
Such a cry rose from hundreds of other—not of his own
lips! There was a surging and a but without changing
rush in the vast crowd; there was ance\ So long as Superin
a strange sonnd within the prison Kerrigan keeps his bands
walls. The warders halted; the bell r°P® Mr. Gould make
chaplain’s words died on his lips; “OMtrance, but accepts 1
the gowrnor stood still. ing without a grumble. Ht
“Stop! A reprieve! StopP' ed engineers on one of his:
It was as though a whole nation without knowing it.
shouted with a mighty voice. giueer hnd been running
“Stop!” And then men came run- *or reasons of his own, in
ning up the corridor, one bearing numerous palls at the bell
on him the marks of travel. He ^ lien, however, he disco*
hastened to the governor. I t*lat dinner was under way, 1
A reprieve’” he said. “I ought ed ‘f16 throttle open and the 1
to have been here two hours ago, motiv® darted ahead su
but I was delayed by an accident.
dustriea, and yet comparativel
young man. When the fact
August Flower,for dyspei
liver complaint and Bosch*
German Syrup, for coughB
lung troubles, has grown to
wonderful sale in all parts of 1
world, it proves that it was
au accident or spontaneous st
at wealth- His medicines are
cognized as valuable and
tablished remedies and the bo
ness bas grown gradually
permanently daring the last
teen years on account not
I of Dr. Green’s abilities as a* I
“good luck/:
on the actual merits of the ti
preparations.—Copied from ike
Y- Weekly Suu, of Dec. 22,18
Jay Gould In a Hurry.
Mr. Gould travels like a r<
while inspecting his roads,
this way he gets a certainarac
I am not too late; thank Heaven,”
he added, “that I am not too
late!”
“A reprieve!” cried one to an-
other; and from the crowd there
rose a mighty cheer that seemed
to cleave the bright blue sky.
Some one nnpinioned my arms.
I conld not realize, I conld not
understand what was passing.
When my bands were free I
canght the outstreched arms of
the chaplain. 1 raised my face to
his; no sonnd came from my par-
ched, parted lips.
“You are saved,” he said.
And then Heaven in mercy sent
dark mist, a dark cloud that
shut out everything; and so
dream of a scaffold ended.
if going through space,
cleaned the table like a i
the next station the engir
promoted to a freight
Cor. New York Times.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Labor in Japan.
The year before last, says a wri-
ter in the Japan Mail, I had to em-
ploy two plasterers to repair a
place in the wall of a honse where
piece of plaster of about two
feet square had fallen ont. The
two artists turned np at 10 A. m.,
and, sitting down upon a couple
of empty wine cases, lit their
pipes. At about 10:3<Fa. m., one
! ^ approached the damaged place
within a yard, took a mental pho-
tograph of it, and sat down again.
At II A. M. a mutual friend appear-
ed, who was warmly welcomed,
and, after smoking a pipe or two,
amused them by standing on his
head, and by that time they had
got very hungry, and made a pause
of two hours for tiffin. Pipes
again. Then the one who had
carefully sounded the wall knock-
ed another piece of plaster down.
Pipes again. By 5 p. m. they had
made the hole about three times
its original size, and were so thor-
oughly exhausted that they let off.
Next day a stray drop of water—
wherever it may have come from
—lighted on one fellow’s nose,
and made them conclude it was
going to rain, so that no work
could be done in the afternoon.
Well, to cut matters short, those
two square feet of plaster, that is
river mud, cost me $3 though wa-
ges are but forty-five cents per
day.
A swarm of bees settled upon a
span of mules as they were draw-
ing a plow near Montgomery, Ala.
The kicking aud plunging of the
mnles excited the bees, which
stung the animals so savagely that
the animals soon dropped dead.
The driver saved his life by run
ing away.
Nearly 50,000 children
years of age die annually
United States of pulmc
tions, and there is no
a large proportion of those c
are dae to needless e
cold and wet, and to
auce or neglect which so
ly prevails with respect
matter of clothing. The
delnsion which suggests
harden children it is
expose their legs and
my \ the piercing blasts of i
bare feet to the wot,
and their uncovered hes
summer sun, leads to
ness which terminates
We might reasonably ex]
examples of this belief
famished from among thi
aut poor; but not so, we
on our streets any daj
ter months the chile'
most intelligent
expensive dresses,
arms and legs perfectly I
average mother
more discretion in
children tnan an Americ
—The South.
SALMI OF BEA^
—
I have made a newt
in the culinary
visit to New
I had never 1
to ns at the I
considers
high art.
tractive of del
more Dor less
delicately ste*
sauce. They
entree, and
ceptions the most
cle of food that I
twelvemonth. This
ly esteemed by the i
of the Hudson Bay '
in these days,
scarce/ they
rare and [
The flavor i
than anything i
ty of the flesh
green turtle. I
er or his tail, -
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