Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-12-11

| ha escaped rom prison
 When Silas Craig ard Augustus Hov- l ion took their places OH beard tie Selma | they little dreamed that t;l..ir victim had
 escaped them.
 Nevertheless it was so. The turnkey
 who visited the cell occupied by the
 young Mexican at eigh.. 0 clock on tie
 morning after his arrest, found to lis be- | WIld"rment. that the dtcary apartment 1 WAS empty. Tie bars oi iilc ra::o~ win- dow lad heen eat away. and a file, left upon the floor Of the cell. tOlu of patient | labor which la occupied tn" prisoner in ] tAH silence of the Iii gh;.
 A rope. on" crd of which was attached to the stump of o.:e of the bars, also | told of the mode Of cscape.
 | One thn- vas sufficiently clear. Pau, | Li-imon had received assistance from
 without. He had been S a-c!leu upon | his entrance into the prison, uuI nothing
 of a suspicious character iau bcen found
 about hlm; tfe iile and rope h&d there
 fore. been conveyed to him by some | mysterious hand.
 The asionshed officials of the jail | looked from one to the other, not KMow- | ing what 10 Susnec-
 Inc cscHpe seemed almU~i i.cIcl .p... | for, in Oitt,'r to regain hi@ Iibtrt% :..r prisoner had not only 10 ,,H ceud tt'n,
 the window of his cell, W! :h was tA. :
 feet above the prison lal., D {; he !.;i :
 upward of twenty feet hi sh, ;t.iI st. | mounted by a formidable cneyaux tio | friSe.
 How, then. had Paul Li. nlon accom- | p!ishcd feat hi h@rto u:s ri..ptcu by | the most daring o. crl.I.li.t.s: None suspected the truth of the mat ter. None could guess at tlie real cit.w
 to the mystery
 | Paul Lisimon had neither descended | from the window of his cell HOT sealed | the outer wall of the prison. He had
 walked ont of the jail i'll the silence and darkness of the night and in five min
 u.es from leaving hi, cell had found him. | self ill the streets of New Orleans
 The person who hal effected this mi raculous escape was no other than the | Jallcr who had charge of I.i6imon; and | this JaIle: was one of the most trusted | functionates of the prison.
 Sir Robert Walpo sa d that every man has hi1 price; this man had been richly
 hrlbed by a mysterious visitor, wEo had gained admission to the jail on the even | ing of Iaul's arrest.
 | The rope and file had been used in order to blind the governor of the prison ] 10 the real delinquent.
 Al daybreah on tho mo ming after his Imprisonment, Paul LisimoA foun him.
 self free in tho slleets of New Orleans, nut utterly ignorant as 10 the mysterious being to whom he owed his release.
 The jailer had reiuseu to give him any | information about this person. | Il know nothing of the business" the man said, 'eXcept that l am we'll paid | for my share ill it: and that I shall be a ruined man if 1 am found out" | Paul LisimOn was free
 He was free; hut he stood alon" in the | world, without d fricnd-br. nurd as a | thlef-cast off by the prote, tor of his | youth-an escaped felon He hurried toward the lonely and de.
 serted quay. Despair was in his heart, and he yearned % rest beEeuth the still waters of the Mississippi.
 There, at least, he mulmu: eu. ..I | shall be at peace. Camilla no.g believes | me innocent, and she will weep for my memory. Were l to wait the issue of a trial, which must result in shame and | condemnation, she might indeed, as the | Erenchwoman insinuatcd, learn to de- SpiSe mo-"
 | Needless of ai around him, absorbed | in gloomy meditation, Paul Lisimon was sometime unaSare of the sound of | footfall close behind him. but as he drew nearer to tho water side this iootstep ap- | preached him still closer, and presently, in the faint gray light of that uyst tcrious hour. betwixt nig.'o and morning. he be- held the long sha .Ow of a mans figure | upon the ground beside him. | He started and turned round. As he did so. heavy hand was laid upon his shoulder, and a deep bass voice ex- claimed:
 What do you want with yonder dark water, my lad, that you're in such a hurry 10 get to the river side?' Paul shook the E,an $ hand away from his shoulder with a gesture of anger, By whal right do you question me?' he said: 'stanu aside, and let me pass ]" Not till we've had a few words, my ,al bird, answcrcdlho stranger. ''Jail bird !'
 ''les, mate, jail bird you've no need TO carry it of so iierc ly with me. A file and alopc, eh? to blind the governor of che prison and q good-natured turnkey !o open the doors for you. That's about rhe sort of thing, isn't it?' Paul Lisimon turned round, and locked the stranger ful, in ihr face. He was 6 big, broad shoulder cti fellow, upward of six feet high. dressed in thick pilot coat, and immense leather boots, which came above his knees. The pilot cost