american tragedy

Chapter 154 (1)
Chapter 331 (1)
At the time, however, Asa was still very ill, and it was four months before he could sit up and Mrs. Griffiths was able to resume her lecture program.By then, though, public interest in the matter of her son's fate had waned considerably.No newspaper in Denver would pay her to do any work here.As for the public in that area, they think that his crime has been punished as it should be, and there is no need to appeal, otherwise, if he appeals, he will also be dismissed.These guilty criminals, always like to appeal!

Clyde was punished one after another, and, as far as he found out, this was what he had always been terrified of. There was not even a single person who could take it with equanimity.Farmhand Mole was executed for killing his master.Inspector Leoton was also executed for killing his wife.Moreover, he was a valiant police officer just 1 minute ago.Less than a month later, the Chinese across from him also went.This man seemed to have been delayed for some reason (he said nothing to anyone when he left-although it was well known that he could speak some English).After him, Laleigh, Donna Hui, and the soldier who served overseas also went, and just before the door behind them closed, they shouted vigorously: "Goodbye, buddies, I wish you all the best!" Good luck." After him, there was another... But, oh, it's hard; being so close to Clyde, it's so depressing to think of living a life of death here without being with him .Miller, Nicholson—it was him.

Because for five months, they hung out together, chatted, or greeted each other in each other's cells.Moreover, Nicholson advises people on what books to read, and about himself.He also pointed out a key point to him: in the case of an appeal or a review, taking Roberta's letters intact as evidence must be resolutely opposed.The reason is that the emotional effect these letters can produce is sufficient to prevent any jury, anywhere, from considering with equanimity and impartiality the substantive facts presented by them.These letters should not be accepted as evidence in their entirety; on the contrary, simply extract the facts contained therein, and submit this extract—and this extract alone—to the jury. "If your lawyer can convince the Court of Appeal that this argument is correct, then you will win the case." After hearing this, Clyde first tried to persuade Jefferson to come to see him in person, and then immediately passed the Give him some advice.He had heard from Jefferson that it made sense, and that it would be included in his and Belknap's appeal.

However, not long after this incident, the policeman brought him back from the playground one day, locked his cell door, and nodded to Nicholson's cell, saying in a low voice: " His turn. Did he tell you? Within three days."

Clyde's heart flinched immediately, and the news hit him like a chill.He had just come back from the playground with him, and he was walking with him, and he was talking about a prisoner who had just come in, a Hungarian from Utiga, who had burned his lover to death in an oven, and later He confessed again.A tall, rough and ignorant black man with strange looks.Nicholson said the man was more of a beast than a person, and said he was certain of it.But not a word was said about himself, and within a day, and he was able to walk and talk as if nothing happened; but, according to the policeman, he had been informed last night.

The next day, it was still the same-walking, chatting, as if nothing happened, looking up at the sky and breathing fresh air.But Clyde, the person who accompanied him, was too depressed and confused. After thinking about it all night last night, he felt that it was too awe-inspiring and precious.At this time, he couldn't say anything all the way, but he was thinking: but he can still walk here, and he is so calm, what kind of person is he? He only felt awe, and felt that he was so weak very.

The next morning, Nicholson did not come out, but stayed in his cell, destroying letters from many places.At about noon, he called to Clyde, who was two rooms away, "I want to send you something as a souvenir." But he didn't say a word about his going.

Then, the policeman brought him two books--"Robinson Crusoe" and "Arabian Nights".That evening Nicholson was transferred to the old Death Row.Before dawn the next day, the curtain was lowered; the same procession passed.By this time Clyde was used to it, but, somehow, it was different this time, how cruel it was to be so close.He added a greeting as he passed: "God bless you all. I hope you are lucky enough to get out." Then there was the usual eerie silence.

After this, Clyde was alone, terribly alone.Now, here, there was no one—none—that interested him.He can only sit, read a book, think about his thoughts, or pretend to be very interested in what other people have to say.In fact, their words no longer interested him.He is such a character.As long as his mind was not occupied with present misfortunes, he naturally enjoyed light, romantic novels.The world described in it is exactly what he hopes to have a part in.As for another kind of book, even if what he described was only close to the cold reality of the objective world, he didn't like it, let alone close to this kind of world.What would become of him now! How alone! Only letters from his mother, brother, and sister.Besides, Asa is still not recovering, and his mother can't come back for the time being. The situation in Denver is very difficult.She is looking for some kind of seminary school, where she can teach and take care of Asa at the same time.She was, however, asking the Reverend Duncan Macmillan to come and see him.He has a rich spiritual life and is very kind.She believed, believed that he could come, then in such a dark and difficult time for him, and she couldn't be with him herself, she would definitely feel that he was helpful to him and a strong force that could support him.

When Mrs. Griffiths asked the churches and pastors in the area for help to rescue her son, she did not receive any strong support, but she met the Reverend Duncan Macmillan in Lagos.He presides over there at an independent nondenominational church, and he's a young lad, and like Asa, he's a strong man.He had read a great deal about Clyde and Roberta before Mrs. Griffiths came to the rescue, and thought it quite satisfactory to see that justice might be done by such a sentence.But he was touched to see her so sad, desperately looking for help.

He himself is a filial son, and he has a highly poetic and passionate emotion, which has been suppressed in the past, but now it can be said to be sublimated.He was one of many in this northern part of the country who were very agitated by what is commonly called the crime of Clyde.Roberta was full of emotion and infinitely pathetic! How many times had he thought of these things before he met Mrs. Griffiths.Roberta and her family seem to represent the simplicity and high morals of the romantic and beautiful country in which they were born.There is no doubt that Clyde is guilty.But ah, suddenly there is Mrs. Griffiths, all alone, so sad, and insisting that her son is innocent, while Clyde is in the cell, dying, is it any strange thing, queer events or strange circumstances.The judiciary has made a mistake, and Clyde is not as guilty as it seems on the surface, is it possible?

Macmillan had a peculiar temperament—a tense look and an uncharacteristic personality.Today’s St. Pinard, Sanarula, St. Simeon, the Hermit Peter, the thought of life, all forms of existence, and social systems, he believes that they are God’s language, God’s thoughts, and all forms of existence are so.But what about the devil and his grievances? This Satan, cast out of heaven, comes and goes on earth.But all he had in mind was the blessings of God, Mount Bougainville, St. John, and independent views and opinions on Christ and God. "If it is not compatible with me, it is against me. If it is not gathered by me, it is scattered." It is a strange, strong, nervous, chaotic, kind, and uniquely beautiful soul. It is sad to see misfortune, Desperate to achieve an impossible justice.

Talking to him, Mrs. Griffiths insisted that he should remember that Roberta was not entirely innocent.Hadn't she sinned with her son? How could he fully forgive her? A great error of justice.Her son was sentenced to death very unjustly, and because of these very sad but romantic and poetic letters of this girl.These letters should never have been used as material for an all-male jury offense.She thought it impossible for these people to judge impartially or equitably whenever a tragic case involving a girl who was both romantic and beautiful was involved.She thinks it is the same in missionary work.

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