Ashtabula telegraph. (Ashtabula, Ohio) 1874-1880, 1875-03-19
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cloudy; there was no moon. After
Walking two miles, or a little more,
they altered their course and made
boldly for the high road to Manches-
ter, entering on it at point some
thirty miles distant from the city.
On their way from the wood, Ro-
land described the manner in which
he had effected his escape.
Thestory was simple enough. He
had assumed 10 be suffering from
nervous illness, and had requested to
have his meals in his own room. For
the first fortnight the two men ap-
pointed to wait upon him in success
ion, week by week, were both more
than his match in strength. The
third man employed at the beginning
of the third week, was physically
a less formidable person than his pre-
decessors ...sss
Seeing this, Roland decided, when
evening came, on committing anoth-
er "act of violence" In plain words,
he sprang upon the keeper waiting
on him in his room, and gagged and
bound the man. This done, he laid
distant from the asylum. The spot
had been carefully chosen, on, the
bank of a lonely stream, and close
to the outskirts of thick wood. A
waterproof knapsack, containing a
change of clothes, false beard and
wig, and some biscuits and preserv7
ed meats, were hidden in a hollow
tree. My brother and his friend al
ways took their fshing-rods with
them, and presented themselves as
engaged IN the innocent occupation
of angling to any chance strangers
who might pass within sight of
them. On one occasion, the propri7
etor of the asylum himself, rode by
my brother on the opposite bank of
the stream, and asked politely if he
had had good sport! a-, /
For fortnight these staunch al
lies of ours relieved each other regu-
larly on their watch-and no signs
of the fugitive appeared. On the
18th evening, just as the twilight
was changing into night, and just as
my brother-whose turn it was
had decided on leaving the place,
Roland suddenly Joined him on the
bank of the stream. ler- a--a
Without wasting a moment in
words, the two at once entered the
wood and took the knapsack from
its shelter in the hollow tree. In7ten
minutes more my husband was dress
ed in suit of workman's clothes,
the unlueky keeper, face to the wall,
on his own bed, covered with his
own cloak, SO that anyone entering
the room might suppose he was ly-
ing down to rest. He had previous
ly taken the precaution to remove
the sheets from the bed, and he had
now. only to tie them together to es-
cape by the window of hisroom, sit
uated on the upper floor of the
house. The sun was setting, and the
inmates of the asylum were then at
tea .Afternarrowly missing discov-
cry by one of the laborers employed
in the grounds, he had climbed the
garden inclosure, and had dropped
on the other side-a free mani BIZ
Arrived on the high road to Man
chester, my husband and brother
parted. .-.m ts -s...aa
Roland, who was an excellent
walker, set forth on his way to Man
chester on foot. He had food in his
knapsack, and he proposed to walk
some twelve or fifteen miles on the
road to the city before he stopped at
any town or village to rest. b,
My brother, who was physically
unable to accompany him, returned
to the place in which / was then re-
siding, to tell me the good news.
By the first train the next morn,
ing / Travelled to Manchester,1 and
took lodging in the suberb of the
city known to my husband. A prim,
smokey little square, was situated
in the Immediate neighborhood, and
we had arranged that whichever of
us first arriyedin Manchester should |
walk round that square between II |
and l In the afternoon, and between,
6 and Z in the evening. -s.gIg !,
In the evening / kept my appoint
ment. .iaA dusty, foot-soree man, in
shabby clothes, with hideons beard, |
with a knapsack on his back,met me
at my first walk round. HeIsmiIed
as / looked at him. All! / knew that
smile through all DISCUSSES! In spite
of the Court of Chancery, and the !
Lords Justices,I I was in my husbands
arms once moreta W. as.rsf adF .5l
We lived quietly in our retreat for
a month. During that time -as / !
heard by letters from my brother
nothing that money or cunning
could do toward discovering Roland
was left untried by The proprietor of |
the asylum, and by the persons act
ing with him. But where is the cum
ming that can trace a man who, escapt
ing at night in disguise, has not
trusted himself to railway or car
riage, and who takes refuge in a |
great city in which he has no friends? |
At the end of our month in Man |
we travelled northward, cross
ed the Channel to Ireland, and pass
ed a pleasant fortnight in Dublin. |
Leaving this again, we made our way |
to Cork aad Queenstown, and en- |
barked from the latter place among |
a crowd of steerage passengers in q |
bound for America. f
My story is told. / am writing
these lines from farm in the west Of |
the United States Our neighbors |
may be homely enough, but the
toughest of them is kinder to us than
a mad doctor or a Lord Justice. .Ro-
land is happy in those agricultural |
pursuits, which have always been IA
vorite pursuits with him; and / am
happy with Roland. Our sole re-
sources consist of my humble little /
fortune, inherited from my dear
mother. After deducting our travel
ing expenses, the sum total amounts
to between 97OO and $500; and this,
as we find, is amply sufficient to start
Is well in the new life that we have
chosen. We expect my father and
brother to DaY us \ visit next RYiry1-