The lady replied: “You are very kind, but I think I shall be able to settle my trouble without your help.”
“I am very sorry, dear madam; I meant well,” I said.
I took my departure, yet I felt that I should not have done so under the circumstances, for I knew that the talk the dear lady made was through fear, as the master over her was standing3 near.
I was greatly depressed4, because of the way in which I had left the place of trouble. I had gone only a short distance when I decided to return. I did so, and, to my surprise, I found the dear lady dead, as it is called.
I was horrified5. The brute6 had fled. What was I to do? Go also and leave the poor dead woman? I decided to do so. When at some distance from the scene, I was hailed and confronted by the real murderer and an officer, who accused me of the terrible crime.
What could I do? I knew that I was not guilty, but I failed to make the officer believe it.
I was taken to jail because of the crime committed by the one who had me arrested. But I had been seen coming from the house and I had dropped my handkerchief while wiping the tears from my eyes.
I WAS HAILED AND CONFRONTED BY THE REAL MURDERER AND OFFICER.
It was thought to be a plain case with convincing proof—of circumstantial evidence. Thrown in jail, I was at a loss to know what to do. I was not guilty, but to prove it was the next thing, and the most important thing to do. I hailed the turnkey as he passed, and asked for an attorney. I was favored with the[13] services of one. I did some good thinking as to how I should prove my innocence7.
“Well, my friend,” said the attorney, “I have come to see what I can do for you. I see you need help. You do not look like a very bad man or a criminal.”
“I thank you, sir,” I replied. “I am not either, but why am I accused of murder?”
“Murder! You a murderer? Oh, no, I hope not!”
“I am not, but how shall I make the court understand that I am innocent?”
“Well, my friend, explain your case.”
I explained matters, and he remarked: “I do not see how the court could find an innocent man like you guilty. I am going to show the court without trouble that you are not guilty. Have courage; I shall get you out of here as soon as possible.”
The day of the trial was at hand. I had become haggard and worn from the terrible strain, from the uncomfortable cell which I had occupied. My case was called. All ready, I was told to take my oath, and then I was sworn to tell the truth and nothing but the truth. If I could make the court understand that I was innocent, I would soon be a free man.
“Will you tell the court all about this case?” said my attorney.
I proceeded to do so, but, to my horror, I was proved guilty to the jury and sentenced by the judge.
What was I to do? I went back to jail to wait for a new trial. If that failed, it meant ten years in prison at hard work. I had been convicted on circumstantial evidence, my handkerchief being found in the house of the murdered woman. I tried to console myself with the belief that in some way I would be helped out.
I had remained in jail three months when one night I was thinking of the advice my poor old mother had given me, and that was: “When in trouble, pray, pray, pray!” I began to pray, and as I prayed I felt encouraged. After that, I prayed often, hoping that my prayers would be answered. At last I could see that I was fortunate to know within that I was not the real murderer; then I thought that I should pray for the murderer, and I did pray as I never prayed before.
Oh, what a terrible thing it is to be accused of a crime so great as that and be innocent!
A new trial was denied me. What was I to do? God knows I was innocent, but I could not make men believe so here on this earth. The day for the journey to the penitentiary8 was at hand, and I must go for another’s crime.
As the turnkey called us from our little, dark cells he said: “Please get ready, for we will have to take the morning train to your home—for some of you a home for some time to come.”
That included me; that meant a home for ten years—and innocent! I had no appetite that morning, for I was thinking of the injustice9 done to many innocent men, and I was one of them.
We were locked together—shackled—and started away to prison. On arrival we were listed for different crimes. A murderer, numbered 78! And the worst, I thought, was when they cut and shaved my head of hair. Then I was told to don my new suit of stripes and checks. That alone was enough to make any man falter10.
“This way,” I heard a gruff voice say.
I looked for someone to look and in a second I felt the strong arm.
“To you I am speaking. I want to show you your cell.”
I had not recovered from the shock of my garments. I was shoved headlong into my cell, dark, and oh, so dreary11! Anyone who could experience my feelings at that moment would never commit a crime.
I can not say that I rested well on my new bed that night. I thought that morning would never come. Yet I do not know why I should have longed for day, as I had so long a time to stay. At last breakfast was served—or, rather, thrown at us. I was feverish12 and excited. All the time I wondered what my work would be. I did not have to wonder long. I was unlocked from my cell and told to step out and fall in line. I did so and onward13 we marched. A halt was called and I was told to step aside.
A very important man, called guard, said: “You are wanted here, sir!”
I stepped aside and was shown my work, which was hard, even harder than anything I had ever done. I was told to pick up the sledge14[17] and was shown in what shape to hammer the iron.
I hesitated, and finally said: “My God! man, I never did such hard work, and I don’t think I can do this.”
All the sympathy I received was: “You do the work or you will be thrown into a dark dungeon15 to decide if you can, and you will get bread and water until you do decide.”
I thought that I would as soon go into a dungeon as to work myself to death. However, I changed my mind and picked up the sledge, but I had not strength to wield16 it.
I fell upon my knees and prayed that God would give me help. While I was praying the guard came up and with his monstrous17 club gave me one blow, knocking me senseless.
I cried out as I came to my senses: “Man alive, do not strike me again! Can you not see I am not strong enough to do that work?”
“Oh! you fellows all have the same old gag to tell. Not strong enough! Ha, ha! But you are strong enough to strangle a poor woman to death.”
I rose to my feet, and shouted: “I am an[18] innocent man! I will be proven so before I leave this prison.”
“All who are sent here are innocent. Some of you surely get justice in trials.”
“I did not, for I was sentenced on circumstantial evidence, and I know and my God knows that I am innocent! The dear woman who was murdered knows who killed her.”
“Well, the woman is dead, and you can not prove by her that you did not kill her.”
“My friend, she is not dead. Her body is, but her spirit is not, and she can and will come and let it be known who the real murderer is.”
“Here, if you are crazy, we will put you in the mad-house. I know when you are dead you are dead.”
“I hope to be able to convince you before I leave here that the body dies, but the spirit lives on and returns and will and can talk.”
“Here, are you going to work? I have heard enough of your foolish talk.”
“I will try, sir.”
“MY GOD, MAN, I NEVER DID SUCH HARD WORK.”
No one can realize how I suffered. I was not able to work, yet I was forced to do so. I worried through that day. I could not eat the poor food that was given us. Another[21] morning came. During the restless night I had prayed for help from the Spirit World, and I felt that my prayers were answered.
The guard called: “You, I say, that never dies, get out here and get your breakfast and go to work.”
I stood up, and said: “I am ready, sir, but this morning I am so sick.”
“You eat what you get, and in a hurry too, for we want to see you at work.”
I obeyed, and was soon on the road to work.
The prison laws were that we were not allowed to speak to our fellow-men. I watched my chance to speak, and when opportunity presented, I said:
“Friend, how long are you here for?”
He did not answer. I thought perhaps he was hard of hearing, and repeated the words. He finally looked up and moved his lips. I knew he had served some time, as he had learned the sight movement of the lips, and I did not and could not understand that. I saw that I was lost, not knowing how to talk in that way.
The guard said roughly: “You are not doing much. Here, are you watching for[22] opportunity to lay down on me when I am not looking?”
“I am not, guard. I am doing all I am able to.”
“I think if you had a day or two rest in the rest-room it would help you. Come along here with me.”
The rest-room was a dungeon, dark as night. When I heard the heavy iron door close after me, I fell upon my knees and prayed God to take me from the place of darkness. I was hungry and cold. All the time I could hear the words:
“We know you are innocent and will help you, and you shall be out of this place of unjust punishment.”
That night—oh, so long! Cold and hungry I was—I had no bed. The following morning I was given water and was told to drink and be merry; yes, to be merry! I wonder if the outside world could and does believe the stories of the unfortunate ones who, guilty or not guilty, have to endure tortures behind prison walls.
I remained there three days and grew weaker all the time. Why should I not grow weak,[23] living on water and darkness and standing up to sleep?
I was put to work at the same hard labor18 which I had performed before. I grew faint and fell at my post. I lay there when the guard came upon me. How he did swear! He clubbed me to my feet and reached out for me. One jerk from him raised me from my feet. He had subsisted19 upon good, substantial food. I was weak, hungry, and sick.
I was taken to the office for a talk on “the carpet,” as we called it in prison. As the Power over all men seemed to look down on me, I raised my eyes to Heaven and asked for proof to convince the official that I was an innocent man. I was hoping against hope for proof, and I heard a voice say: “Take him out. I will see what this lady wants.” The official saw one whom neither the guard nor I saw. I was led away, back to the dungeon.
Some hours afterwards I was again taken to “the carpet.” I was praying silently for proof of my innocence. Again I was told: “Step aside, for the ladies come first.” Later I was told of a very mysterious lady who showed[24] herself unannounced and when she was spoken to, vanished.
Who could it be? When I was a child, I often sat with my dear father and mother around the fireplace and listened with the cold chills running down my back to stories of ghosts, as they called them, and how the ghosts would come and go. No, not where I sat in my dark dungeon and wondered if that lady could talk, and, if so, why could she not come to me and talk to me, as I was all alone. And I again thought perhaps I would not care to have her come to me—not as long as I was in the dark and all alone. But what and who could the mysterious lady be? I was so interested in our ghost woman that I forgot my own troubles.
That night, as I was wishing and praying for morning, and wondering what would be done with me on “the carpet,” I felt that I could hardly wait. At last the sun shone on the prison walls once more, and I was heartily20 glad. One more day less of my ten years served. But there were still years to serve, and with such treatment and hard labor there was not much encouragement for a poor convict.
I heard my cell door open. A gruff voice called to me to step out. I was glad to do so, and was told to come along.
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innocence
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