The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1869-03-18

step nearer, and shaking her clenched fist
in his face. at don't pay to take fel-
low creatures life, does it? Don't you
speak to me, you william; don't dare to
open your mouth | came here to gloat
over your misery, to see how the pros
pect Of leaving your wife and babes affect
you Oh, you tremble! I have found
the chord. My husbands wife and chill
dren were nothing-oh, no! Wretch |!
villain! may the law be fully justified"
And the woman, to all appearance ex
asperated beyond the power of further
utterance, stepped a little closer, and with
sly movement, hid one of her gloves I'M
der the pillow of the bewildered man.
'Have you flushed ma'am?" inquired
the turnkey, with his hand on the door.
"Now, really, Fletcher, don't you rather
like an interview of this kind to one of
those lallygagging sort you've had SO ma
ny of lately? Twill do you more good
ten to one. What are you doing now?'
"Giving him one more last look, that is
all. Murderer robber! wretch! want
to engrave mis- picture on my brain so in.
delibly that never can forget single
feature"
"By the crown, your old man must have
had Tartar. Ho, no, no." and the turn
key shook his fat sides with laughter II
don't think he's got it much hotter where
he's staying now than he had it with you.
1t takes women to use up the kings Eng
lish. always thought SO, now know it,"
Mrs. Lancaster drew her veil over her
face and quietly left the prison.
AS soon as he dared, with trembling
fingers, Lloyd drew forth the glove. In
reform or ether, small sharp instrument,
to file the shackles, and note. 1t read as
follows:
"You are not the man, and [ cannot
allow you to be hung. Overpower the
keeper, take his clothes and leave. Go
to the old rookery, No., first floor where
disguise awaits you; and then God help
you, for you must conceal yourself"
Lloyd with a wildly beating heart. con
cealed the things, and tried to think. The
keeper did not enter his cell after he
brought his tea, and how could he accom-
plish it then. There would be too many
astir in the prison then, and he might be
detected. Defeated now, with the wea-
pons of deliverance in my hands? No,
indeed, Lloyd Fletcher"
Lloyd Fletcher, suppose you know
that according to prison rules, you are not
allowed to stay alone tonight. 1t would
be barbarous to leave fellow without
good company the last night on earth"
said the turnkey an hour or two after Mrs
Lancaster's visit. you'll have to take
your pick between old father Walsh and
myself; but suppose you'll take me, bad
as you hate me, afore that old hypocrite. "
'Wy can't have my wife?" asked
Lloyd, with a voice full of bitterness
"Wives aint allowable ON such occasions
She'll be around an hour or two in the
morning; but talk quick-which will you
have?"
!. "What difference do you think it makes
TO me, you hardened wretch, who watches
my last moments on EARTH when my only
friend is denied me?"
So it was arranged that the turnkey
was to occupy his cell, and Lloyd went
to work with his little instrument to file
the handouts and chain which bound him.
1t was slow and tedious, but in an hours
time he had the satisfaction of having
one hand free, and the power to remove
Ills ILLUS l1OIl UI1C 1dIIlAIlS vi
ments which had SO firmly set him.
II must be able to throw these letters
off, or | am lost"
So he worked away industriously IN,
til the obstinate link was displaced and
he could wear or leave them at his pleas
ure
Ten o'clock arrived, and the turnkey
had his cot brought into the CELL
"When are you going to turn in, Fletcher?
I'm as tired as an East India niger
Plaguy afraid | shan't be much company
tonight; better had the priest. You
wrote all your letters yesterday, didn't
your" and the keeper yawned deeply,
turned over once or twice, and in five
minutes was snoring profoundly.
"Now is my time" thought Fletcher,
1T won't do to wait. Heaven help
me-"
Noiselessly he stepped from his chains
and drew off the torturing handouts.
1t was but the work OF moment to
saturate his handkerchief with the mix
ture, and in less time than it has taken to
tell it, Lloyd had stripped the hardened
wretch. There was but trif1ing differ
ence in their height, but Lloyd lacked
the aldermanic proport ions of the jailor
However, he managed that quickly and
easily, unlocked the door Of the cell
stepped into the corridor, locked it again
carefully, withdrew the key, and initiated
as nearly as possible, the heavy tread OF
the keeper.
The Jail physician was just leaving the
building, and Lloyd walked along after
him, as If to see him safely out. Only
one subordinate guarded the entrance
and SO Lloyd and the doctor walked
nl1t wit hnnt eYcitinn the SLIGHTEST Elsnic