CHE WAS MY HUSBAND, AND HE


LOVED ME-"
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Some years ago Spanard was arrested in
Havana, charged with the horrible crime of as
sassinaton. He was known to be depraved
and desperate individual, who had been engaged
in piracy, and was suspected of other heinous
crimes. The evidence against him was con.
clusive-no voice was heard in his favor-no
mitigating circumstances were adduced. He
was condemned to the punishment of the ga
rotte, and the execution took place at the allot-
ted time, without the walls of the city, at the
place appointed for the capital punishment of
malefactors.


The instrument of execution, an iron collar,
which, by turning screw, produced instant
strangulation, was applied, amid the execrations
of the throng, which had gathered around for
the horrible purpose of witnessing the last dy-
ing struggles of human being; and ere that
crowd had dispersed, woman, young and love-
ly, but with dishevelled hair and dsordered
dress, while grief had impressed livid signet
on her cheeks, forced her way through the
throng, and rushed franticly towards the terri
BILE apparatus of death.


"Who are you, and what have you in COM
mon with that pirate and assassin!" demanded
one of the stern satellites Of the law.


"Oh!" cried the woman, in tone of agony
which thrilled every bosom-"he aDas my has
band, and he loued ne''


This reckless, bad man, had, by some mys-
terious influence, thrown a chain around the
heart of this young and beautiful woman, and
united it to his in bonds which could not be
broken even by death. All his errors, all his
crmes-anG they were many and dreadful
were not seen, or if seen and known, they were
forgiven or disregarded. 1t was enough for her
that he was her husband, and he loved her
This, in her estimation, would atone for all his
transgressions. She looked for no more-she
asked for no more. Her world of happiness
was centered in her husbands affections, and
there surely must have been some redeeming
trait in the character of the assassin, which
could have gained the love Of woman, and re-
tanned her dearest affections even after his
life had been forfeited to the laws, and ignomi-
ny rested upon his name. But "he was her
husband, and she loved him. m."--Boston Journal