Page:The autobiography of a Pennsylvanian.djvu/349

 the captain, being rowed by a volunteer on a dangerous trip across a rough sea, saw the man suddenly drop his oars and on inquiring the reason was answered: “I am the brother of the man you had shot yesterday.” I quietly and blandly made my way out of the cell with the feeling that the warden had shown little judgment.

Strange to say, I some time afterward came into the possession of a letter written to a lady at Bryn Mawr by Cutaiar in which he described the same scene. In it he said:

The Chief Justice wrote to me:

After I came away the efforts in behalf of a pardon for Cutaiar were renewed and were finally successful. Thinkingthat perhaps I would interfere, his wife, from a Rh