Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1897-06-02

escaped. With deep pity for her I
was obliged to tell her what had hap.
pened. 1t was the last stroke of grief
for her, and she burst into tears. In
vain tried to cheer her with the hope
that he might have escaped. after all
"No, no. I'm sure they've got him,
and he'll go to prison. Oh, you don't
think he is a criminal, do you?"
"No, Miss Saunders; he's only very
weak. But he will have to suffer if he
is taken, and you must cheer him by
promising to be faithful to him."
"Oh. l will. I am content to wait
if it comes to the worst"
1 left her promising to see her again
in few days. AS I went home l
bought an evening paper, and the first
thing on which my eye lighted was
the following:
THE MARswoRTH FRAUDS.
Strange Disappearance Of the Man Rudge.
7 Last evening just as the $50 train from
Liverpool street to Harwich was moving out
of the station. Detective Inspector Brett
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who is "wanted' in connection with the
Marsworth frauds, seated alone in II first
class compartment. The inspector was too late
to enter the train, but Mt once. wired to Har-
wich, and on the train arriving there force
of police in plain clothes were ready waiting
to arrest tho criminal. Strange to say, how
ever, although the train was carefully
searched no trace Of him was discovered. AS
there had been no stop between Liverpool
streer and Harwich 1t is supposed that the
unfortunate man must have jumped from his
carriage In desperation. Nothing hns since
been heard of him, however, and the affair
remains mystery.
"Pcor Rudgel" I sighed, as it
dawned upon me that perhaps he was
lying crushed and mangled somewhere
along the limo, was terribly upset
and only hoped that Miss Saunders
would not get hold of the paper.
The next evening the postman
brought me letter with. French
stamp and Paris postmark, and the
direction written in the sprawling fist
of Rudge! I hastily tore it open, and
read as follows:
Dear Old Chap: Just line to tell you that
I'm neither dead nor In prison. How you
must have been wondering what had become
OF me! saw you noticed the detective had
spotted me. What fool l was TO move-and
I wondered how on earth 1 should escape,
for guessed they would be waiting for me
at Harwich. At first thought of risking II
aud jumping, but suddenly a bright idea
struck me. knew that, although the car
ringe I was in did not stop before we reached
Harwich, that had once Travelled by this
very train TO Ipswich, and on puzzling 1t out
I remem bored that there was q "clip coach"
in the rear which is "slipped" at Colchester,
and afe;ward runs on to Ipswich. II could
get on board that coach l should be safe,
and 1 made up my mind to try it. opened
the door and got out on the footboard and
started on my journey TO the rear Of the
train. And 1t was Il journey! had to creep
aloag three carriages. and We were going at
a good speed; then had to duck my head
ms passed the windows, lest people should
see me, and was particularly careful ut the
guards van. Al last 1 foun& myself on tho
footboard of the last coach, and, to my Joy,
discovered an empty compartment We were
slipped at Colchester, ana managed to
eyada the sial.At collector. got bed for the