I.N.R.I.: A prisoner's Story of the Cross

E-text prepared by Al Haines

The difficult path which leads to the gardens where the waters of life sparkle, takes us first to a big city in which the hearts of men pulsate with feverish unrest.
There is such a great crowd in the broad square in front of the law courts that the electric cars are forced to stop. Six or eight of them are standing in a row, and the police cannot break through the crowd. Every one is making for the law courts; some hurry forward excitedly, others push their way through quietly, and fresh streams of people from the side streets are continually joining the rest. The public prosecutor is expected every moment to appear on the balcony and announce the verdict to the public.
Every one was indulging in remarks about the prisoner who had wished to do so terrible a deed.
He is condemned, sure enough! shouted one man. The like of him gets to Heaven with a hempen cord!
Don't be silly, said another, with lofty superiority. In half an hour at most he'll pass the gate a free man. Juries don't condemn the like of him.
Many agreed with the first speaker, but more with the last.
Whoever believes that he'll be let off is a fool! shouted some one. Just consider what he did, what he wished to do!
He wanted to do a splendid thing!
Passionate discussion and wagering began. It would have struck a keen observer that good broadcloth expected condemnation, while fustian and rags eagerly desired acquittal. A big man of imposing presence asked in a loud tone, over the heads of the people, if anyone would bet him ten ducats that the wretch would hang.
A starved-looking little fellow declared himself willing to take up the bet. The handsome man turned his head in its silk hat, and when he saw the starved, undersized creature, murmured sleepily, He! he'll bet ten ducats with me! My dear sir, you'd better go home to your mother and ask her to give you a couple of pennies.