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Working Out a Scheme That
Helped a Great Deal.
It was at the gray dawn, and
the prisoner had spent a restless
night. The last hours were upon
him. Still there was no tegret.
The cause for which he stood
would-not be lost, for others
would rise to take his place. He
feared death only as a child fears
He would die suddenly at the
flash of the guns. There would
be a sharp, stinging sensation, a
sudden spasm; perhaps a slight
groan, and all would be over. It
was the waiting that was hard to
His demitations were inter
rupted. The turnkey opened the
door and a visitor entered. The
friend of his youth had not for
gotten him. "I have come to cheer
you in your last moments," an
nounced the visitor. "Perhaps
there is some message a wish
which I may satisfy."
"That is good of, you," replied
the condemned man, as he warm
ly gasped the proffered hand.
"Your presence recalls the old
'days. How I wish we could live
"I will take ydu back," replied
the visitor, as his dark eyes
. searched the pale countenance be
fore him "only you1 must surren
der yourself entirely to my will'
The gaunt figure nodded. He
seemed to understand.
The newico.mer removed his
slouch hat, and rolling Up his J
sleeves, bent over the condemned
man, fixing his penetrating gaze
on the eyes before him. His look
grew more intense. He smoothed
the cold brow. At each brush of
the hand the subject felt a mag
netic current course his "brain. ,
Then the prisoner entered an
other world. He was a boy again,
back at the old farm. "No school
today, Bobbie. We'll play romp;
swinr and fish; ride the horses,
and drive the cows with Rover."
One wordof suggestion followed
another. He was living over the
A guard appeared. The door
opened and the prisoner walked
forth, leaning on the arm of the
mesmerist. A gong sounded.
"It's getting late, Bobbie," mur
mured the guide. "You heard
the bell. Your mother wants you
to come in for the night." The
soldiers were drawn up in the
outer court. "I'll go home, top.
Tomorrow we will play again."
The voice, changed its pitch.
The mesmerist assumed a new
role. "Bobbie, it is time little
lads went to bed. I'll carry the
light and go ahead. You have
played pretty hard today, and
sleep will do you good. Kneel .
down and say your prayers, like a
The prisoner knelt in the open
court He did not see the rifle
men lined up before him. , "Good
night, darling. Mamma is go-
ing now, and all will be dark, bn' '
don't be afraid. It will be bright
again in the morning." The pris-
j oner's1 'figs'' moved. He was re- -
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