Waterbury evening Democrat., 1894-04-09
A TRAVELLER IN IRONS.
Walked Twenty Miles With
Handcuffed Hands.
HANDKERCHIEF HID HIS FETTERs.
After Tramping at Night All the Way
From Mamaronecl< 10 New York City an
Escaped Prisoners Manacled Hands Be
tray Him When He Buys Ticket.

tray Him When He BUYS a Ticket,
NEW YORK. April "a medium sized
young man, whose clothes We're soaking
wet and covered with mud and dirt. climb
ed slowly up the steps of the One Hundred
and Twenty ninth street station of the
Third Avenue Elevated road. When he
arrived in front of the ticket sellers win
dow, he made several Intellectual efforts tc
get his hand into the change pocket of his
coat. His movements We're hampered,
however, as his wrists seemed to be bound
together by n handkerchief. The ticket
agent asked him what was the matter, but
the man made no reply. Then walking up
to the ticket chopper he said:
Il beg your pardon, sir, but would you
kindly get nickel out of my pocket for
me? | have injured my wrists and have
to keep them bound together with this
bandage. 1t prevents me from getting my
hands around to my pocket"
Could Not Use His Hands.
"Certainly,' replied the ticket chopper.
and he stuck his hands in the mans peck
ct, pulled out one of two cent pieces
which were there and handed it to him.
The man walked back to the ticket win
dow, and after buying ticket he dropped
it in the box and walked out on the plat,
form.
Policeman Caspar Platte of the East
One Hundred and Twenty-sixth Street sta
ton was standing on the platform wher
the stranger came out. He noticed the
handkerchief around the wrists and asked
to see what the matter was.
Il can't take off the bandage," replied
the man, and he tried to pull his hands
around to the other side The policeman
grabbed them, however, and pulled away
l. IL =
cuffs
81 thought So" remarked the officer Il
guess you'd better come with me-"
Il guess had, too, was the grim reply.
You seem to have collared me all right.
It's hard luck to be caught now, though,
after walking 20 miles,
The young man accompanied the police
man quietly to the One Hundred and
Twenty-siNth Street station. There he gave
his name as George Conklin and said he
came from New Haven. He was unable
to remember the name of the street or the
number of the house in which he lived.
Despite his misfortune in being recaptured,
the prisoner laughed heartily as he told
the police the story of his experiences dur
ing the preceding "a hours He was not IA
crook, he said but simply man in hard
luck. He had been wandering about the
country, he said, and on Saturday reached
MamarOneck.
His Arrest and Escape.
The man then went on to tell how he
had entered the house of a Mr.. Wells while
the family was at church, and was help
ing himself to little knickknacks in the
parlor when Mr.. Wells came in. Il didn't
wait to argue, said ConkIin. Il just jump
ed right through the window and into the
arms of the town constable, who was pass
ing
The man then related how he was taken
to the town hall, handcuffed, locked in a
small room on the third floor and left there
alone while the constable went off in search
of a justice of the peace. He escaped by
climbing out of d windowsand down a wa
ter pipe. Then he made for the woods,
where he vainly endeavored to rid himself
of the handouts. He pounded them with
stones until his hands and wrists became
so sore and swollen that he had to stop.
Then he made up his mind to come to this
city, feeling confident that once here he
could get the handouts off without any
difficulty. 1t is nearly 20 miles from Nam
aroneck, but COnklin says he walked the
entire distance during the night and his
appearance when captured seemed to indi-
cate that he was telling the truth. He was
taken back to Mamaroneck this morning.