More anon.d ofilief.gov-l the ^ Prison Romance.ping The Chicago Evening Post raits says: Every prison lias itsro-very mance, and that of the Peniten-MUh l*ar*v Kingston, Canada, is the wor*h recounting. In 1842 near vhat To ronto,the serving man Captain 0 of Kinnear murdered his master to inity obtain a sum of money which was Pwe *n ^le *)OUse‘ After killing him dief. the wretch also slew the house-very keeper. He was arrested, and at nice his trial implicated a girl of fif-f teen, named Grace Marks, who But *and was llvl Jn the house, as anvery accomplice alleging that she safe- knew of the murder of the mas-byj ter before that of the housekeeper took place. Her story wasfree *ie ^lireatened her with tiers, death if she gave the alarm; but rhile as she had been on intimate terms ition with the murderer it was disered-Uian ited* was l)an£e^ an(* s^esytn was sentenced to th% PenitenWe tiary tor life.erty Almost thirty year! have lblic elapsed, and she is still a priso-de- ner no more a blooming girl, but the an old woman, pale, sad, silent, hhis prematurely gray. From time to time some newspaper correspondent visiting the institution,hears and publishes her story. There is talk of a petition for her release ; people say, ’tis passing strange, 'tis pitiful, ’tis wonarous pitiful, and then the matter dies away. Even if this woman were guilty, a lifetime of imprisonment might be held to have condoned her crime and she might Hbd set free to die. There would be little for her to do in this later world. Where she lived and the cry of murder went up are now acres of brick and mortar, and miles of dusty streets. Her kindred are dead,her crime forgotten and her very existence and history are unfamiliar.Ii hiswithWeligh-to a *e no hern hese houfc iem-meet until idledlinespeo-! Ek-beg 1 the otest