Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1898-09-12

he BEGAN TO WRITE HIS MESSAGE WITH
HIS KNIFE BLADE.
| " found pebble and tried to threw
it through the assure, but this was also
an inpossibility. The opening was too
long and irregular for an thing to be
thrown through lt,rand.i it sloped down
ward SO. gradually that the pebble
! would not roll
Then Gielow. thought Of something
else He toolz.off one of his white
linen cuffs. He coiled it tightly, and
tied it..wfth thread from the lining of
his crayat He believed he would be
able to push it through the crack by q
certain continuance he had in mind.
Then he paused to reflect, and finally
decided that he would write some mes
sage on the cuff, some appeal to the
world at large for help. @But how to
write it was the first thing to be decided,
for, on going through his pockets,:h he
could find nothing but his penknife.
He believed he could, if his hand were
strong enough, cut tie letters into the
linen, but would they be noticed by
casual observer? Then thought came.
to him, which may have been suggested
by an incident in some romantic novel
he had read in his youth. He would
write it in his own blood.
Gielow did rot finch as he thrust the
knife blade into his wrist. Compared
to the agony of his whole being, the
slight pricking sensation was nothing.
Then, when the blood had flowed out
and stood in big drop. on his LEFT wrist,
he began to write his MESA geiWith the
knife blade. It was difficult work even
for a skillful artist, for his hand shook
as if with ague, and his strength was al
most gone. Here is what@he wrote.
economizing in words, for hisspace was
limited: j
Innocent. Confined by Bantinni /
Take to police. ARTHUR GIELOW.
Then, rolling the cuff tightly and
tying it with the thread, he hurriedly
pushed it into the crack. He was
afraid the couple would rise and walk
on. According to his calculations the
roll lodged just beyond the reach of his
+ fingers and then he set about to COM
plete his operation.
| He tore his handkerchief into shreds
and tying the ends together he made
a long string. Then holding pieces of
| straw to his hand he tightly wrapped
them with the stringsetill he had con-
structed a rod of straw about four feet
in length. With this, after many fail
ures, he finally pushed the cuff through
| the crevice. He saw it fall; from the
/ rock. strike something and leap into the
sunlit space. For an instant it was
lost to sight, and then he saw it roll
into the roadway about 80 feet from:the
pair On the bench. They happened to
be gazing into each others eyes and'did
not see it. Then a carriage, the driver
! of which wore a high hat ard blue
coat with brass buttons, whirled PAST
| The hoofs of the horses knocked the
! blood-stained messenger out Of Gielow's
1 sight.
I His heart sank within him. Trem-
| blingly he took off his remaining cuff,
but the blood drop had become smeared
and dry on his wrist, and. his right
hand shook pitifully. ,~
Its no use" he said, with groan
Again he peered through the creviee
The sun seemed to be going down. The
lovers had risen, and, arm in arm, were
strolling away. For a few moments
! Gielow lay motionless on the straw
then he tried to replace the wedge oil
stone to hide the opening from Ban
tinni, but he was so weak that it fell
from his nerveless fingers.
All at once it grew dark about him
He felt as if, he were being tossed on the
bosom Of an angry sea.
" Twenty-four hours later there was g
hurried step outside. The door opened
and Count Bantinni came in, holding<a
lantern over his head. He brought pen
ink, pad of paper and an envelope
The darkness .outside5an the shine Of
his lantern prevented his seeing the
crack in the rock. -. j..
! Putting the lantern down by the ar
fist, lie shock him violently.
/ wake rp," he" Stiell, @rU1l!y. 81 want
4 you t6write. N,rite!. Write, say!"
But Gielow did rot stir.
The count swofe' sullenly ard liTteJ
the la3*tern SO that its rays feSl acrGss
tie prisoners face. lie thrust has lin
gers into the bosom OF Gielow's shirt
'Breathing, but that is all" he nut
tered. :'Ah." as hiss eyes noted the pen
knife and the bloody wrist, me wanted
to puncture "a vein and get it over, bu
was too cowardlS. Well, you are goipe
fast enough, ny boy. | can do withou'
7 your penmanship.' a ~,
! lie unlocked the nlanacles from the
prisoners wrists and ankles, kicke(
:. them aside and left the cell. <%T
CHAPTER XIX.
The next morning after the visit tt
Kola Hendricks reached his office be
fore his Office boy. The first thing hi
did was to look through the Herald fol
his advertisement. -
1t was there, word for word as he hat