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; The suspected man was tried, found
iguilty and sentenced to the extreme
His wife, his little child and his
jDesit friend, Doyle, removed to the lit
tl?tqwn to be near their loved one
'during his last days. Doyle secured
work In the great electric plant Once
a, week they allowed Alice to see her
doomed husband. That afternoon she
had taken her last farewell of him.
Now she was counting the slow,
agonizing minutes so fatally slow!
lereithe act of electrocution was
' f Suddenly there was a low moan
ot bain from a little room off the
i kitchen. Both Doyle and the woman
started up, the latter with a lamp,
and hurried to the source of the outcry.
Upon a bed lay a man, thm, lead-
e'n-eyed, gasping for breath. It spoke
'well for the rare humanity of the
twain that the evening before, when
they found this pobr 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
f to my goal! I am the murderer of the
iman ror wnose a earn jonn lAoya is to
isuffer the extreme penalty."
Incredible!" cried the astonished
i"Aye! The deed was done because
heunjustly 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
iof John Lloyd. I dragged myself
hither. A dying man, I wish to con
fess, the truth."
I sP'JJly!" cried Doyle to the woman,
in!3wild ferment of excitement "The
-e! He is in the town. Tell Tm
what this man says."
cr'Can they stop the execution?"
5 fluavered 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 j
helpless invalid, gaining from him full
details of the crime, keeping alive the
mcKenng sparn 01 me wiin .stimu
lants. Another half hour the wom-
an had not returned. Doyle glancedJ
at the clock. Thirty minutes morey
John Lolyd would be led to the elec-
"Fifteen minutes to midnight!" hex
uttered hoarsely at length, as hej,
paced to and fro anxiously, awaiting
the return of his messenger. Ah, a
thought! At any risk the execution
must be delayed! j
A grim expression came into thej
face of the sturdy artisan. He3
glanced again at the clock. Then he
hurried to his room. When he earner
thence again he had on his tool belt"
and his insulated gloves. He dashed l
from the house at top of his speed.,
He reached the stretch of poles andf
lines connecting the prison with thet
electric light plant, three miles dis-f
Up a pole he climbed, was astride t
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 gona
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 thev telegraph," said
the judge, "and wire the governor for
a stay of sentence."