The Penn's Grove record., 1883-12-22

him to ndu nef UO HIS lndSteEs Nc
would catch hold of her dress with his
teeth aid run back and howl plant
lively, and then go through with all his
strange motions again. Did he wa mt
to communicate something, poor fel
law2
At last it occurred to jeanette that
his collar might hurt him. and she pro-
ceeded to nlo it. The dog stood
perfectly still until she had accom-
plished her purpose, and then joyously
whinned, wagged his tail, and skipped
out playfully. But there appeared to
be something wrong about the collar;
and jeanette would have buckled it on
lagain. only that, whenever she at
tempted it, the poor brute would
lcrouch down and howl so mournfully
as to cause her to desist.
Suddenly, in turning the collar over
in her hand, jeanette, to her great
surprise and delight, espied a few
words scratched along the centre, as it
might be with a sharp stone or nail.
With a palpatating heart she immedi-
ately set to work to decipher them,
and soon, with such feelings As only
one in her station might experience,
made them out. as follows;-
'sFasten a bit OF pencil and paper to the collar,
andlet Bobon come back toJacques."
Trembling jeanette set to work to
comply with the request of her poor,
dear, imprisoned husband, and as soon
as this was accomplished, the dog pa
tiently permitted her to buckle on the
collar. and rushed with a bark and a
bound through the door open for his
exit,
That night and the next day passed
slowly away, without the anxious wife
hearing anything more from her hus-
band; but the night ensuing the dog
came back; and on removing his col
lar, she found, penciled on the paper
she had sent, the following hopeful
note:
"I'm confined in an upper cell. The
grated window is towards the east.
Between the prison and an open space
beyond is a high wall. There's a fine
saw down at the shop, among my small
best tools, made from the handspring
of a watch. Send me that coiled in the
collar of Bobon. l always told you /
bought that dog for something, and
now | know for what. / think | can
cut the bars and lower myself into the
yard. The second night from this, at
2 o'clock precisely, throw end of a
rope over the wall, and fasten the
other, SO that l can draw myself up, if
| happen to get out-and, with the
saints blessing l may. l don't know
what Pm charged with, and l don't
believe anybody does; but the place has
a guillotine feel about 1t, and I'd rather
be off with you and Bobon. I'm
not very closely watched. Don't fail
me, and soo | hope your arms will
clasp your poor Jacques.n
1t is needless to follow out the result
in detail. The saw was found and Sc
creted in the collar of Bobon, who,
true to an instinct amounting to reason,
flew back to the prison, and awaited
his chance of lodging In at the first
gate. Terribly excited were the
hours passed by jeanette, till the time
came for her to act, and to be made
happy with success, or rendered
wretched by failure.
At l O'Clock of the eventful night
which was TO witness her happiness or
misery, the trembling and half-fainting
wife took her station in the deep
shade of the eastern wall of the prison,
with a rope coiled in one hand and
Bobon, who had joined her a few
hours before, now standing quietly and
patiently by her side. Oh! how her
poor heart beatl and how every sound
made the bleod leap and her nerves
thrill
At last the great clock of a neigh
boring cathedral struck heavily and
solemuly the hour of 2. No longer
trembling, but ~nerving herself for the
great purpose she had in view, jean
cite quickly poised the coil in her
hand; and, holding firmly to one of it
with her left, sent it upward, with a
sincere prayer. into the air, and heard
a faint, dull sound as it struck on the
other side.
Was he there? Somebody was-for
in less than a minute, she felt a slight
pub upon the rope. Quickly fastening
her end around her body, she grasped
it with both hands. and thus held
against the heavier strain that fol-
lowed. Harder and heavier became
the strain upon the rope; but, throwing
herself against the walls she still held
firmly, till she felt the cord suddenly
loosen; and then, looking upward, her
heart leaped to her mouth as she be-
held a dark figure upon the top of the
wall. A minute later, Jacques stood
safe beside her, having run down along
the rope, which he had taken the pre-
caution to fasten on the other side be-
fore making his ascent.
No word was now spoken-not a
whisper-even the dog remained silent.
Grasping the hand of Jeanette, JAG
ques stealthily, silently and hurriedly
led her away, through one dark and
narrow street after another. till he
reached a place of safety. The next
day a search was made for him, but he
managed to keep himself secreted till
after the Reign of Murder had ceased
to be; and then he came forth from his
hiding-place and made a boast of his
own cunning, his wife's devotion, and
h 5 dogs sagacity.
81 DON'T understand why ONE
dress hat way" said a man pointing at