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And now, they say l'm crazy. They keep me in this room and its walls arc pnddcd. They look at me with pitying eyes and say: "Poor fellow! lle was innocent, and they were about to electrocute him. Ran him crazy. Poor, poor
fellow ."
Innocent! 1'h<>y don't know at all. I kuow I am guilty.
They robbed me of the sweetest moment I eYer knew, the momentIknewIwastodie! AudnowItrytodie,andI can't. No, I'm not crnzy, I insist. 13ut at night I can feel
the bands on my wrists, the cap on my bend. Then the exe- cutioner l'Cachcs for the switch, and 1 am glad, so glucl. But always there is a noise, and someone shouts: "Have yon~~~
~\nd then: "Pardoned!"
Oh my 1mnishment is horrible! I want to die. 1 dc:;crve
'.
to die, and I can't. Every night I always have just one more
minute to live-God, how I wish J did!
c.B. SHIPP.