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title: 'The Day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, May 17, 1915, NOON EDITION, Image 19',
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The suspected man was tried, found
guilty and sentenced to the extreme
His wife, his little child and his
best friend, Doyle, removed to the lit
tle town to be near their loved one
during his last days. Doyle secured
work in the exeat electric Dlant Once
A a week they allowed' Alice to see her
had taken her last farewell of him.
Now she was counting the slow,
agonizing, minutes so fatally slow!
ere the act of electrocution was
Suddenly there was a low moan
of pain from a little room off the
kitchen. Both Doyle and the woman
started up, the latter with a lamp,
and hurried to the source of the out
cry. Upon a bed lay a man, thin, leaden-eyed,
gasping for breath. It spoke
well for the rare humanity of the
twain that the evening before, when
they found this poor wreck in a dead
faint at the doorstep, they had taken
him in and cared for him.
"Where am I " he now asked. "I
was seeking the friends, the home of
"My husband!" murmured Mrs.
Lloyd, in wonderment
"You say that!" cried- the man.
"Then, indeed, heaven has guided me
to my goal! I am the murderer of the
man for whose death John Lloyd is to
suffer the extreme penalty."
'Incredible!" cried the astonished
"Aye! The deed was done because
he unjustly discharged me from his
employ. It has haunted me, an as
sassin, In all my rovings. I read in
the papers of the unjust accusation
of John Lloyd. I dragged myself
hither. A dying man, I wish to con
fess the truth."
''Fly!" cried Doyle to the woman,
in a wild ferment of excitement. "The
judge! He is in the town. Tell him
what this man says.
"Can they stop the execution?
quavered Mrs. Lloyd.
"They must! Do not delay, I beg
An hour went by, and Mrs. Lloyd
was speeding on her urgent mission,
while Doyle sat by the bedside of the
helpless invalid, gaining from him full
details of the crime, keeping alive the
flickering spark of life with stimu-'
lants. Another half hour the wom
an had not returned. Doyle glanced '
at the clock. Thirty minutes more
John Lolyd would be led to the elec-'
"Fifteen minutes to midnight!" he
uttered hoarsely at length, as he
paced to and fro anxiously, awaiting
thevreturn of his messenger. Ah, a
thought! At any risk the execution
must be delayed!
A grim expression came into the.
face of the sturdy artisan. He
glanced again at the clock. Then he
hurried to his room. When he came
thence again he had on his tool belt
and his insulated gloves. He dashed
from the house at top of his speed.
He reached the stretch of poles and
lines connecting the prison with the
electric light plant, three miles dis
tant. Up a pole he climbed, was astride
the top stringer. Out came his wire
clipper. The big cable snapped in
two, one end coiling like a writhing
snake till it reached the ground.
Glancing in the direction of the pris
on he saw that every light in the grim
pile of masonry on th ehill had gone
out Richard Doyle had cut the cable
that supplied the electricity from the
power house. The electric chair held
no menace until the severed cable
He ran back to the cottage. Mrs.
Lloyd and the judge had just arrived.
The latter was humane and impress
ed. After five minutes' talk with the
invalid, he was as excited and inter
ested as the others. Doyle told him
what he had done with the electric
"I shall get to the telegraph," said
the judge, "and wire the governor for
a stay of sentence..
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