Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1891-12-05

al who know about the letters believed him ITO
be harmless crank," to quote Russell Sage.
jr.'s, own words.
THE MAN WAS A LUNAr1c-
An Albany dispatch says that the dynamite
crank is thought to be Hiram d. Wilson. aged
forty-five, an escaped lunatic and native OF
Glenn's Falls, n. Y. Wilson had escaped pre-
viously from Middleton and Utica asylums. He
WAS very strong and of light complexion.
The worst signs of insanity were developed
fourteen years ago. when no kept the Bolton
House on Lake George. Then he led bo:sos
into the hotel, and mounting q table, delivered
an address to them. He was fla:e years talk
ing of making horses go faster than any have
ever gone. and of patent rights. q. one time
be took the shoes Oh = horses boots and put
them on his own feet, and then he led the
horse over some of the mountainous country
Of the Adirondacks. Wilson, after short terms
in insane asyiums, had been discharged as
cured. or escaped, He generally celebrated
his freedom by making attempts to kill some
Que who refused to meet his demands for
money.
Several years ago he attempted to kill man
whom he had asked for money to set him up
in business. On another occasion, when W J.
Arkell was in Albany, Wilson made a demand
on him When he refused his demand Wilson
threatened TO kill him and even attempted to
assault him in his office. He has also threat
ened the life Of Goodwin Brown, one of the
state lunacy commissioners. 1t was the loss Of
money which made him crazy Wilson was ar
rested at Albany about year ago for threaten
ing to kill some one
EXPERIENCE OF MAN BLOWN UP.
Mr.. Chas. E. james, railroad man and
resident Of Chattanooga, Tenn, had an ap-
pointment with Mr.. Sage at IL o'clock. He
said:
Il called at Mr.. Sage's Office at IL o'clock
and found him out. A seat was offered me in
the main Office near desk. ! took it aud
waited on bench near the wall. ] noticed
man, perhaps five feet eight inches in height.
He wore plug hat and had u pointed beard
and heavy brown mustache. AT about l2:l5
Mr.. Sage came in, and greeting me pleasantly,
asked me into his private Office. Mr.. Sage had
just removed his hat, and asked me to be seated,
when one of his clerks entered aud said some
thing to him that l did not hear. Turning to
me. be said: Excuse me for a moment, passed
through the door into the main Office. The
door closed behind him. and /, pushing my
chair over to the wall. sat facing the door
through which he Lad gone. 1t might have
been two or three minutes when the ex-
plosion came. 1 was blown up nearly to
the ceiling. and the chair on which
sat smashed into pieces / came down all in
a heap. Dust and small particles OF plaster and
smoke filed the room. l was completely dazed
and did not know what to do i remember
making my way through the doorway, where
the explosion had blown the door from its
hinges, into the main office. There met MIR.
Sage. blood trucking down his face and hands,
his clothes torn and covered with dirt and dust,
when he said: How shall we get QUIZ
wait, replied, until this dust settles and
l think we will ne all right, as the worst must
be over
Then l recovered my senses and, taking him
by the arm, led him down the stairway into the
street."