The Sunday herald. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1866-1887, 1885-09-06

prepared for the surprise which his appear
ance at the prison gate seemed TO occasion
to the men on guard.
"well, dye think I'm ghost ~ he asked
peevishly.
"No, Doctor" one Of the men at last said
"only it's odd, you know"
"What is 7" asked DR.. Brand, in rather a
snappish tone.
"why, sir, when you went out ter
minutes ago, you said as how you was goine
home for good"
II was the Doctors turn TO stare.
"When-I- went--out ten minutes
ago ~ he slowly calculated. "what on
earth do you mean 7"
"My mates here saw you, SIR" the man
replied, rather offended. "You was in the
prison for half an hour, should think, this
blessed evening, and you said you was going
to see the Governor and we noticed how
thin and i'll you was a looking, sir--didn't
We" he ended, appealing to the other men
on guard.
"Come with me TO the Governors, one OF
you |" shouted the Doctor, with sudden
alarm and energy, as he pushed his way in
through the half-opened gate. "Ether I'm
mad or something frightful must have hap.
pened," and he rushed forward toward the
entrance gate TO the interior quadrangle.
Another minute and he stood at the Gov
ernor's private door. All seemed safe. The
armed warder was marching up and down In
front just as usual. The Doctor knocked
loudly The servant hastily appeared.
"Can see the Governor p he gasped.
"See the Governor again. Why, yes, sir.
He's in the study" pointing TO shut door
at the top Of a small fight Of stairs.
Up the stairs as quickly as feebleness
could allow him the Doctor sprang, followed
by the sentry warder. There was no answer
to his rap and he turned the handle and
walked in.
ray came in from the window where the
blind had not been pulled down.
"Don't you hear somethingi Listen, !"
said the Doctor. "Hark -
"There's nothing nor nobody here, sir"
the man replied, inclined to fancy the Doc
tors intellect must be touched. lie was
thinking how to get him away, when, glano.
ing into the further corner from the fireplace,
he saw something move.
whats that z" he exclaimed.
Yes, there was something moving a fg.
ure In chair they could just discern lifting
an arm. Aud then deep groan.
"Lightsl, Lights |" shouted the Doctor
at the head Of the stairs.
Five minutes later band of Mortified do.
mestics aud warders were standing round
the study sofa. They had laid the Governor
there tenderly and carefully and the Doctor
was trying to pour a little brandy down his
throat. But nothing availed. This time
the Governor had not been out when Ste.
phens called, and tho OUTLAW and convict
had had his revenge.
Hasty inquiry, Immediately held, showed
that the convict had once more deceived the
gatekeepers by that fatal resemblance to the
prison Doctor. Having, through the medium
of little Bob Jakes, acquired the knowledge
that DR.. Brand might soon be able to go out
of doors. he had only slightly forestalled his
movements. Appearing at dusk at the
prison gate, the very boldness of his strata
gem insured its success. No warder would
dream that the hunted fugitive would dare
to walk straight into the lions mouth-that
he would have the incredible audacity to
present himself at the frowning portal of the
Jail and asked admittance. Nor, in all prob
ability, would he have done SO in his saner
days but suffering and sem-starvation can
as fatally unhipge the mind and let loose
the passions rs they undoubtedly weaken
the body.
Such hue and cry as was raised after the
murderer had never been known even in the
Lowmoor wolds. Yet the people there are ac,
customed to engage periodically in the ex-
citing sport Of convict hunting. The very
next morning news was brought in that the
lifeless body of him who had been known to
his jailers simply as "Number 457'' had been
found, four miles from the prison, drowned
in the swollen rapids of the West Lean,
which tue convict had apparently been at
tempting to cross. So some people thought
but others held that Stephens, after his fear.
full crime, maddened with long pIivation,
and perhaps also goaded by the horrors of
remorse, had sought his own end under the
deep waters Of the Lowmpor stream.-H. r.
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