Murder -- Investigation -- Fiction; United States -- Social life and customs -- 20th century -- Fiction
“I am willing to work, but do not give me work that my strength will not
allow me to do. I am weak. I do not get the substantial food that you do,
therefore I am not able to work hard. You do not know what it means to
be punished for a crime committed by another. I am being punished for a
murder which I never committed, and I ask you to have mercy on me.”
“You are guilty until proved innocent. I will ring for the guard, and he
will place you where you belong.”
As the guard approached the prisoner turned and looked in astonishment.
The official also looked, and, describing the scene afterward, he said:
“I was raised from my chair. I do not know by what means. Then I began
to feel dizzy and could not speak. I lost my power to see. I could feel
someone near, and then I heard the voice of a woman saying: ‘_You would
sentence your brother to hard labor, to enable you to hold your own
position? You, a child of the same mother and father? Have you no mercy
on him? My son, take this brother to your arms and let yourself be known
to him. Look into this affair and see if he is not innocent. I will
release you, and you do with your brother as you would have him do to
you. These are the commands of the spirit of your mother._’
“I shall never forget the terrible strain I was in, and as I mumbled
brokenly I felt a hand trembling, trying to help me to stand up, and I
was given strength by the help of this hand.
“The guard asked for instructions as to where he should place this man—my
brother, and I ordered him back to his cell.
“I was at a loss to know what to do. Must I confess—acknowledge him as my
brother? or should I pretend to be ignorant of the fact which was plain
to my mind? No one knew that he was my brother—not even the man himself
knew it. Why should I acknowledge a criminal and a murderer? I could not!
“I thought: ‘I shall place him at once at hard labor. I shall call the
guard and have him brought in. I shall try to be brave and not think of
boyhood days, when he and I went hand in hand to the dear old school. And
dear mother, how she caressed us as she said good-bye! I can hear those
words ring in my ears yet: “Run along, children, and study hard, and some
day you will be your mother’s pride.” Yes, to-day, if she could be near
her criminal son, she would not be so proud of him. She would do as I am
going to do, disown him.’
“I had been so deeply engrossed in thought that I had not called for the
prisoner, so I called: ‘Guard, I want you to bring No. 78 in here.’
“I felt so uneasy that I thought: ‘Can it be that I have decided wrong in
this matter?’
“‘Here he is,’ responded the guard, in a short time.
“‘Come in, and I will find the work for you to do which I think you will
be able and trustworthy to do. You may take this coat and hat, and you
may remove your coat of stripes, and we will exchange places.’
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