Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1874-10-02


ESPECIAL TslegraPAic Dispatch to ne London Fan.l
At the moment of telegrsphing the dag Of
Germany waves over Bazsins the Free YOu
may remember that when we removed the flag
OF Germany nom our drst- floor window after
the last royal welcome told you it would soon
be wanted again. That flag, carefully con-
some three weeks ago TO the Isle de Saints NJ ar
gueTlte. That flag played an important part in
the escape which, when these lines reach you,
ZANE was planned and executed by your s9e-
cial commissioner, alone and uuaided. Facts
speak Tor themselves Let them.
Achiile-a &c soirg &c soir, James!
We call each other by our Christian names. 1
was attached to his staff before cIreumsts an ,es
compelled me to join yours had interviewed
but he Obstinstely refused to leave his prison.
l was under contracs with several Important
journals, including your own, to make him the
hero of the duh season. Leaders, special dis
patches, full and authentic accounts were
written and waiting signal from me. Is9ore
he should leave his prison that night. he did.
Two hours after sunset L was again in his
cell. Livery effort TO persuade him 70 escape
had been fruitless. At last resOrted to dss-
perate remedies. I mesmerized him.
He was dead to the pres snt-but not to the
"Achire," whispered, "you are in Metz.
Yoq must get out"
YOU
"Your rope! Where is it ?~
"Here;" and handed him the 10 historical
cord.
He tied it carefully to the bar of the cell win
dow ana tried its strength.
"Wh9tis your weight 2" asked anxiously.
Twenty eight stone by the plteat weighing
chair"
"GoOd; the cord will just bear you.~
You are sure L am getting out of Metz,
quite" The next instant he was outside,
swinging in the cold night sir.
At this moment jailer entered cautiously,
81 fancied heard something esca ping," he ex-
claimed.
'YOu did. 1t was the gas; turn it off at the
meter"
He turned contemptuously on his heel and re-
tired. ] ran to the door and locked it. Then
1 looked through the window. The Marshal
was stu swinging IN the cold night air.
there" he walled.
"Nonsense. Drop"
He dropped himself, and French oath i'm
"This is very hsrd!' He referred to the rock
upon which he had just alighted.
..If the rocks hurt you try piece of (Oliut."
by its pearly light he saw the joke. He invited
me down. The vicissitudes of a life devoted to
sensational literature had made me an adept in
was by his side. No boat was to be seen, and
the sea was fearfully rough.
Suddenly brilliant idea struck me. Draw
Ing the account OF the man and dog ght fro N
my pocket l laid it on the beach. Land ami
water refused to swallow it; therefore it would
float upon the ocean. 1 made 1t into a paper
boat, and we seated ourselves in it.
We endeavOred on a map of Hanley to iden-
ufy the locality OF the fight, and were instantly
at sea.
borrowed halfa crown of the Marshal and
raised the tUind.
/ Eoisted Full Confession of Our Own Com
missioner" and zoe had a rapid sail.
At the side Of the first ship we met L parted
with the Marshal.
His neither garments had sustained suudry
damages in transit. L handed him the flag OF
Germany, and with portions of that he repaired
them.
Thus" he exclaimed, as he stood proudly on
the deck OF an Italian yacht, "thus will L in
wade the territory of our enemy. When next You
hear of me the despised Marshal of France will
have entered Cologne. FAREWELL"
This is the true story Of the Marshal's escape.
To my editor first and then to posterity look
for due appreciation of my efforts. What form
will it take, l wonder?