BARN ABY UDG
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trees which shaded the path, almost hoping thel
he nigh, be summoned torcturn He had turned
back thrice aad still l!oiiered at the corner when
the clocks struck Twelve.


It was i solemn sound, end not merely tor i's
reference TO to morrow for ne knew that IN ia,
chime The murderer's kne was rung ne neo
seen HIM pass along tNe crowded street, aiilo ~
execrations Of the throng-had marked MS qu''-
erlng hp and trembling limbs; the asny hUe upoH
his iacs his cIapmy brow; the wild distraction
of HE ove-,he fear of death that swallowed up
I'll o-hsr tbosgnfs. and gna ~cd without cessation
At his heart and brain He had marked the wan
de,;og look seeking 70, hope and finding, turn
where II would, despair He had seen Inc re-
roorseful. piufuI, desolae creature, riding, "lth
bis coffin by his side, 20 the gbbet he knew
that 10 tie last he had been unyieldng, obdu-
rate man; that in the savage terror OF ms condl-
tion he had hardened, rather than reented, TO his
wife and child and that the sa, words winch
had passed ms white lips were curses on them as
his foes.


Mr. Haredale had determined 10 be there, and
sec done Nothing but the evidence OF ms own
seases could satisfy tina, gloomy ihirst ior retrl-
button which had been gathering upon hlm Tor so
many years Tae ocksmh knew THIS and when
the chimes ceased 10 ylbrate, hurried away 10
meet him.


For these two men, he SAID. as he went, "I
can do no more Heaven have mercy on them
Alas say can do no more for them, but whom
can help Mary Rudge viii nave home, and
a firm friend when she most wants one ; but Bar
na5y-poor Barnaby-wlllIng Barnaby-whataid aid
can render him There are many, many men
Of sense God forgive me, crled the honest lock
smith, stopping In 4 narrow court to pass his band
across his eyes, g / could better afford to lose
than Barnaby We have always been good friends,
but never knew, ill now, how much loved the
lad"


There were not many in the great city who
thought of Rarnaby that day, otherwise than a
an actor in a show which to take place to-
morrow But il the whole population had had
him in their minds aud had wished his life to be
spared, not one among them could have done so
with purer zeal or greater slngleRess OF heart
than the good locAsmlth.


Barnabv was 10 die. There was no hope. II
is not the least evil attendant upon the frequent
exhibition of this last dread punishment OF death,
that it hardens the minds OF those who deal 1t out,
and makes them, though they be amlablc men IN
other respects Indifferent to, or unconscious OF.
their grcat responsibility. The word had gone
forth that Barnabv was 10 die Ii went forth
every month"; for lighter crimes. 1t was thing
so common, that very few were startled by the
awful sentence, or cared TO question its propriety.
Just then, too, when the law had been 50 fla
arantly outraged, It's dignity must be asserted
The symbo! of III dignity-stamped upon every
page of the criminal statute. book-was the gal
lows and Barnaby was 10 die.


They had tried to save him. The ocksmith
had carried petitions and memorials 10 the feun-
tain-head with his owa hands Blu; the well was
not one of mercy, and Garnaby was TO die


From the first She had never left him, save al
night and with her beside him he a. usua
csnten,ed On this last day he was more elated
Itb, i,e !, Il h..an and, ,ttba
she dropped the book she had been reading TO
him aloud, and fell upon MS neck, he stopped IN
his busy task OF folding piece OF Grape about hls
hat, and wondered at her anguish. Grip uttered
feeble croak, half in encouragement, II seemed,
and half remonstrance, but he wanted heart to
sustain it, and lapsed abruptly into silence.


With them, who stood upon the brink OF the
great gulf which none can see beyond Time, 50
soon 10 lose itself in vast Eternity, rolled on lke
mighty river, swoln and rapid it nears the
sea 1t was morning but now ; they had sat and
talked together in dream; and here was even
ing The dreadful hour of separation, which
even yesterday had dsecmedso distant was at hand


They walked out into the cour; yard, clngng
to each other, but not speaking. Barnaby knew
that the Jail was dull, sad, miserable place and
looked forward to tomorrow as To passage from
II 10 something bright and beautiful He had
vague impression, TOO, that he was expected To be
brave that he was man oi great consequence,
and that the prison people would be glad 10 make
him weep he lrod the ground more firmly as h.
thought of this, and bade her take heart and cry
no more, aud feel how steady ms hand WAS.
''They call me silly, mother. They shall see
tomorrow "


Dennis and Hugh were in the courtyard
Hugh came forth from his cell as they did, stretch
ing himself as though he had been sleeping.
Denns sat unou a bench In a corner, with his
knees and chin huddled together, and rocked
himself to and fro like person in severe pam.


The mother and son remained on one side OF
the court. and these two men upon the other
Hugh strobe up and down, glancing tercely every
now aud then at the bright summer sky, and look
ing round when he had done so, at the walls.


- No repreve, no reprievel Nobody comes
near us There 5 only the night left now -
moaned Dennis family, as he wrung his hands
''Do YOU think they ii reprlevc me IN the night,
brother we known repreves come in the
night, afore now We known EN- come as
late as FIVE, SIX, and seven o'clock IN the morning
Do nj you think there S a good chance yet-do nj
you, Say you do Say you do, young man,
whned the miserable creature, with an Imporing
gesture towards Barnaby, . or shall 90 mad p


Better be mad than sane, here SAID Hugh.
1' Go mad"


'' But tell me what you think. Somebody tell
me what he thinks.' cried the wretched object
so mean and wretched, and despicable, that even
PHYS self might have turned away al sight OF
such being in the likeness OF man-'ls nj
there chance for me-is nj there a good chance
for me Isn't 1t likely they may be doing this
10 inghten me ? Don't you think ii lsl Oh =
he almost shrieked as he wrung his hands, "won't
anybody give me comfort -


''You ought to be the best, instead of the
worst. SalQ Hugh. StODplnu hefnr.