these pantograph copies last night, and will so swear when I go
witness stand
I
jury to compare them
finger marks
accused
windowpanes, and tell the court
the same
" He passed
powerful magnifying glass
foreman

One juryman after another took the cardboard
glass and made the comparison
Then the foreman said
judge:
"Your honor,
all agreed
identical
"
Wilson said
foreman:
"Please turn that cardboard face down, and take
, and compare it searchingly,
magnifier,
fatal signature
knife handle, and report your finding
court
"
Again the jury made minute examinations, and again reported:
"
them
exactly identical, your honor
"
Wilson turned toward the counsel
prosecution, and
clearly recognizable note of warning
voice when
:
"May it please the court, the state has claimed, strenuously and persistently,
bloodstained fingerprints upon that knife handle were left there
assassin of Judge Driscoll
heard us grant that claim, and welcome it
" He turned
jury: "Compare the fingerprints
accused
fingerprints left
assassin--and report
"
The comparison began
As it proceeded, all movement and all sound ceased,
deep silence of an absorbed and waiting suspense settled
house; and when at last the words came, "
EVEN RESEMBLE,"
thundercrash of applause followed
house sprang to its feet, but was quickly repressed by official force and brought to order again
Tom was altering his position every
now, but none
changes brought repose nor any small trifle of comfort
house's attention was become fixed once more, Wilson said gravely, indicating the twins with
gesture:
"These men are innocent--
no further concern
[Another outbreak of applause began, but was promptly checked
]
now proceed
the guilty
[Tom's eyes were starting from their sockets--yes,
cruel day
bereaved youth, everybody thought
]
return
infant autographs of
and B
jury
these large pantograph facsimilies of A's marked five months and seven months
Do they tally ? "
The foreman responded: "Perfectly
"
"Now examine this pantograph, taken at eight months, and also marked
. Does it tally
other two ? "
The surprised response was:
"NO--THEY DIFFER WIDELY ! "
"
quite right
Now take these two pantographs of B's autograph, marked five months and seven months
Do they tally with
? "
"Yes--perfectly
"
"Take this third pantograph marked B, eight months
Does it tally with B's other two ? "
"BY NO MEANS ! "
"
how to account
strange discrepancies ?
tell you
For
purpose unknown
, but probably
selfish one, somebody changed those children
cradle
"
This produced
vast sensation, naturally; Roxana was astonished
admirable guess, but not disturbed
To guess the exchange was
, to guess who did it quite another
Pudd'nhead Wilson could do wonderful things,
, but he couldn't do impossible ones
Safe ? She was perfectly safe
She smiled privately

"
ages of seven months and eight months those children were changed
cradle"--
one
effect- collecting pauses, and added--"
person who did
house ! "
Roxy's pulses stood still ! The house was thrilled as with an electric shock,
people half rose
to seek
glimpse
person who had made that exchange
Tom was growing limp; the life seemed oozing out of him
Wilson resumed:
"A was put into B's cradle
nursery; B was transferred
kitchen and became
Negro and
slave [Sensation-- confusion of angry ejaculations]--but within
quarter of an hour
stand
white and free ! [Burst of applause, checked
officers
] From seven months onward until now,
has still been
usurper, and in my finger record he bears B's name
his pantograph
age of twelve
Compare it
assassin's signature
knife handle
Do they tally ? "
The foreman answered:
"
MINUTEST DETAIL ! "
Wilson said, solemnly:
"The murderer of your friend and mine--York Driscoll
generous hand
kindly spirit--sits in among you
Valet de Chambre, Negro and slave--falsely called Thomas
Becket Driscoll --make
window the fingerprints
hang you ! "
Tom turned his ashen face imploring toward the speaker, made some impotent movements
white lips, then slid limp and lifeless
floor

Wilson broke the awed silence
words:
"
no need
He has confessed
"
Roxy flung herself upon her knees, covered her face with her hands, and out through her sobs the words struggled:
"De Lord have mercy on me, po' misasble sinner dat I is ! "
The clock struck twelve

The court rose; the new prisoner, handcuffed, was removed

CONCLUSION
often the case
man
't tell
lie thinks he
best judge of one

--Pudd'nhead Wilson's Calendar
OCTOBER 12, THE DISCOVERY
wonderful
America, but it
more wonderful to miss it

--Pudd'nhead Wilson's Calendar
The town sat up all night to discuss the amazing events
day and swap guesses
when Tom's trial would begin
Troop after troop of citizens came to serenade Wilson, and require
speech, and shout themselves hoarse over every sentence that fell
lips--for all his sentences were golden, now, all were marvelous
His long fight against hard luck and prejudice was ended;
made man for good
And as each
roaring gangs of enthusiasts marched away, some remorseful member of
to raise his voice and say:
"And
man the likes of us have called
pudd'nhead for more than twenty years
He has resigned
position, friends
"
"Yes, but it isn't vacant--we're elected
"
The twins were heroes of romance, now, and with rehabilitated reputations
But they were weary of Western adventure, and straightway retired to Europe

Roxy's heart was broken
The young fellow upon whom she had inflicted twenty-three years of slavery continued the false heir's pension of thirty-five dollars
month to her, but her hurts were too deep for money to heal; the spirit in her eye was quenched, her martial bearing departed with it,
voice of her laughter ceased
land
In her church and its affairs she found her only solace

The real heir suddenly found himself rich and free, but in
most embarrassing situation
neither read nor write,
speech
basest dialect
Negro quarter
His gait, his attitudes, his gestures, his bearing, his laugh-- all were vulgar and uncouth; his manners were the manners of
slave
Money and fine clothes
mend these defects or cover them up; they only made them more glaring
more pathetic
The poor fellow
endure the terrors
white man's parlor, and felt at home and at peace nowhere but
kitchen
The family pew was
misery to him, yet
nevermore enter
solacing refuge
"nigger gallery"--that was closed to him for good and all
But
follow his curious fate further--
long story

The false heir made
full confession and was sentenced to imprisonment for life
But now
complication came up
The Percy Driscoll estate was
crippled shape when its owner died
could pay only sixty percent
great indebtedness, and was settled
rate
But the creditors came forward now, and complained that inasmuch as through an error
THEY were in no way to blame the false heir was not inventoried
rest
property, great wrong and loss had thereby been inflicted upon them
They rightly claimed that "Tom" was lawfully their property and
so for eight years;
had already lost sufficiently in being deprived
services during that long period, and ought not
required to add anything
loss; that if he
delivered up
first place,
sold him and
have murdered Judge Driscoll; therefore
not that he had really committed the murder, the guilt lay
erroneous inventory
Everybody saw that
reason
Everybody granted that if "Tom" were white and free it
unquestionably right to punish him--it
no loss to anybody; but to shut up
valuable slave for life-- that was quite another matter

Governor understood the case, he pardoned Tom at once,
creditors sold him down the river

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Author's Note
EXTRAORDINARY TWINS
man
born
novel-writing gift has
troublesome time of it when he tries to build
novel
this from experience
He has no clear idea
story;
he has no story
He merely has some people
mind, and an incident or two, also
locality, and he trusts
plunge those people into those incidents with interesting results
So he goes to work
To write
novel ? No--
thought which comes later;
beginning
only proposing
little tale,
very little tale,
six-page tale
But
tale which
acquainted with, and can only find out what
by listening as it goes along telling itself,
more than apt
on and on and on till it spreads itself into
book
, because it has happened

And
noticed another thing: that
short tale grows
long tale, the original intention (or motif) is apt
abolished and find itself superseded by
quite different one
so
case of
magazine sketch which I once started to write--a funny and fantastic sketch about
prince an
pauper; it presently assumed