WENT BACK TO GOAL.
A KNOCK was heard one morning at the big door of a county prison. Gaoler Miller opened the door, and a ragged man came in. It was Jim Wesson, a prisoner, who had escaped from the county gaol to go home to see his sick baby. • I’m sorry, Mr Miller,’ he said, in a broken voice. * I hope you and Cap’n Morrow don’t care, but I heard that the baby -’ He stopped a moment until his lip stopped quivering so and went on : ‘I heard the baby was sick and 1 thought about wife watchin’ of it at home, and I just had to go. I was sorry, and I wrote you I’d come back. An’ I done it. They done buried the baby, an’ I come back, an’ I hope you ain’t mad.’ Gaoler Miller did not—could not—utter a word of reproach. * I’m glad you have come back, Jim,’ said he.
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New Zealand Graphic, Volume IX, Issue 25, 18 June 1892, Page 629
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156WENT BACK TO GOAL. New Zealand Graphic, Volume IX, Issue 25, 18 June 1892, Page 629
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