“Here is our new prisoner, the self-confessed murderer, and Clarence Pearson will be released.
“Open the door, Pat.”
“Good morning, sir. I have a prisoner for you.”
“Very well. Please register, here.”
“You will have to, for me. My wrists hurt so I am not able to hold a pen in my hand, to say nothing of writing.”
“Your name is—”
“William Devenart.”
“A very odd name you have, Mr. Devenart.
“Pat, you may take care of him. Give him his bath and shave and new suit, then return to the office with Clarence Pearson.”
“You poor, unfortunate fellow, you come along with me. Tell me all about yourself. I’m a guard here, and will trate you nice if you trate yourself so; but I want to give you a tip: Do not disobey rules. It will be better for you. How long are you sentenced here for?”
“Life.”
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“My man! A life sentence, indade! You will eat manny a meal with us, and I am not sure but what I will ate some off the same table.”
“Do the guards and prisoners all eat together?”
“No, not always; but sometimes the guards turns into prisoners.”
“I do not understand you.”
“I do not know what I did mane, to do what I did. Here is the place. Clane yourself up and don the new suit, and very seldom do the styles change—I belave once in ten years, from stripes to checks. You will feel cool after you have been shaved and have a hair-cut. One advantage, you’ll not be needing a comb very soon.”
“Don’t they allow you to comb your hair?”
“Oh, yes; but you don’t have anny to comb.”
“Going to cut my hair off?”
“Sure, Mike—do all of ’em. And won’t I be a peach if I have to get me own hair cut?
“The poor boy don’t look like a criminal. I will be kind to him. I could see tears in his eyes when he was talking. If all of the young[217] men could see some of these heart-rending cases, I do feel we would have less crime.”
“What! A lady coming here? I do believe it is.”
“Mrs. Pearson, come in,” said the superintendent1. “How do you do, Mrs. Pearson?”
“Good morning. I should like to see Mr. Pearson.”
“Your husband?”
“No, sir; I have disowned him, but I want to talk with him. I have some papers I want him to sign. I also have an order from Mr. McHenry allowing me to see him, as your rules could not be broken to accommodate anyone.”
“No, madam, I could not break the rules, but with this order I can let you see him. I’ll ring for a guard to bring him.”
“I am to have a private conversation with him.”
“I can not allow that, madam. You must say what you have to say in my presence, in this office.”
“You are one of the most accommodating men, I must say, that I ever saw.”
“I am sorry, very. I have heard you express your opinion of me, but I am here to do my duty, and will at all events. Here comes[218] the guard. I will have your husband brought in at once.
“Bring the prisoner from cell 77.”
“Oh dear! You have him locked up, and call for him by his number, do you? And he has not had a trial, nor has he been convicted of any crime.”
“We have a warrant for his arrest. His trial will be this week. I hope that he will be able to prove his innocence2. I am very sorry for him. I have grieved over the matter considerably3.”
“Well, I have not grieved at all. I am going to disown him after I get his signature. Then I shall have all the property in my own name, and I shall try to forget that I ever had a husband—a criminal. My daughter Amelia will be married one week from to-day, and we can not be disgraced by coming here after the marriage takes place, and that is why I am here to-day. Is that he coming?”
“No; I have a prisoner who is to receive his freedom, and that is Pat, bringing him in. By the way, that is your brother-in-law.”
“How dare you insult me in that way? I acknowledge a criminal as a relative? No, never!”
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“Well, here is your ‘fellow,’ No. 78. I can’t say ‘prisoner’ anny longer. He gets his freedom to-day, and me old shoes will have to go with him, for I don’t think I can get them to track anny other direction after the prisoner 78 is gone out. Have you sent for the officer convict? Here he comes.”
“Yes, Pat. Don’t you see Mrs. Pearson sitting there?”
“I beg your pardon, madam. I very seldom see a lady.”
“All brutes4 of men are alike.”
“Pearson, you may come in. Your wife is here to see you, and you may be seated over there. I will look after your brother, here. He gets his freedom to-day. The real murderer is in his new suit, and will be given his occupation in the morning.”
“Did I hear that I am a free man?”
“You are, Clarence. Here are the papers.”
“And my brother? Oh! what will you do with him? Turn him loose?”
“No; not until we hear from the court. He will have his trial this week, and I hope we will then be able to turn him loose.”
Mrs. Pearson addressed her husband as he approached her: “I want you to sign over all[220] of your part and interest in this home we, your daughters and I, occupy. I will not live under a roof owned by a criminal, and you shall be disowned at once. I have already made application—before my daughter is married, I shall have all ties broken with you.”
“I am not going to sign over any of the property. It is not mine at all. It belongs to my brother here. I spent and lost all of my estate, and that is why I am here to-day. I swore that he was dead and in that way got his share, and what we now have is his. He is alive and free, and he is innocent, and here am I, a criminal and guilty, and bound down here for no one knows how long.”
“Oh, dear brother! is this your wife? And she spoke5 of your daughters. You have not told me anything about them. I can not see you separated from them all for the loss of my money. What would I do with it, now, to know that I would cause so much misery6 to obtain it. I could not be happy. Oh, if I could only step in your shoes and you in mine! I would gladly do so. And you, my dear sister-in-law, how sorry I am to know that this has happened!”
“If you had never committed a murder—you,[221] I say—feigning mercy for your brother, we would not have to suffer.”
“I am not a murderer. Here are my papers of freedom, and the real murderer is here in my place—self-confessed, and he will be punished for the crime. If my dear brother could only be found as innocent as I am, you would have your beautiful home always. As it is, I shall claim what is due me, and what was left me by the will of my dear mother.”
“You may have a hard time to get it.”
“I am willing to turn all over to my brother. He is entitled to it, and it belongs to him,” said the husband.
“Get some water, Pat. Mrs. Pearson has fainted.”
As she revived Mrs. Pearson asked that a carriage be called.
The superintendent replied: “You may step into this room. I will call one.
“Mr. Pearson, you may return to your cell. Pat, take him back to 77.”
“Oh, brother! what can I do for you?”
“Pray for me. You got me here. Except for you, I would be a free man.”
“Clarence, you may sign here. Here are the papers of freedom. I want to shake hands[222] with you. I hope that you will never again be placed in such a position,” said the superintendent.
“I thank you, sir. I am under obligations to you for many favors, and I hope that you will always be as just to all the other prisoners as you have been to me.”
“I shall try to be. Good-bye.”
“Good-bye, sir.”
“Your carriage is here, Mrs. Pearson.”
“Good-bye, officer.”
“Good-bye, madam.”
“Drive to 1715 North Twenty-third Street,” said Mrs. Pearson.
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innocence
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