Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1902-10-21

nation regarding the escaped felon. John
Law, convicted in the Kings Bench OF
murder and under sentence of death. The
same Law escaped from prison on the night
of 20 July. May be known by the following
description: Is tall, Of dark complexion
spare Of build, raw-boned, face hath deep
peck marks. Eyes dark. hair dark and
scanty. Speaks broad and loud Carries his
shoulders stopped, and Is of mean appear-
ance. WESTON High Sheriff
Done at Newgate prison, this q July"
Yet though the authorities of the law
made full search in London, and indeed in
3other Of the principal cities of England.
they got no word of the escaped prisoner
The clouded dawn which broke over the
Thames below the Pool might have told its
own story. There sat upon the deck of the
good ship Polly Greenway, outbound from
Thames mouth, this same John Law He
regarded idly the busy scenes of the ship
ping about him. His gaze, dull and listless
looked without Joy upon the dawn, without
inquiry upon the far horizon For the first
time in all his life John Law dropped his
head between his hands.
Not so Mary Connynge. Good SIR" cried
she, merrily, "'tls morning. Let's break
our fast, and SO set forth proper on our
voyage"
$50 now we are Free" said Law, DULY. 'I
could swear there were shackles on me"
Eyes, we are free" said Mary Connynge
''and all the world is before US. But saw
you ever in all your life a man SO dunn
founded as was sirDAEthur when he discoy-
cred twas I, and not the Lady Catherine
had stepped into the carriage? That con-
fusion of the carriages was like to have
cost us everything L know not how your
brother made suchfmtstake. He said he
would fetch me home the night. Gemintl It
sure seems a longliway9about! And where
may be your brother new. or Sir Arthur, or
the Lady Catharine-why, tits as much con-
fused as though twas, ap in pIay!'
But Sir Arthur cried that my shin was
for France. Yet hare they tell me that this
brigantine is bound for the mouth of the
st. Lawrence, in AmertSa! What then OF
this other. and what 81 my brother-what
of us-what of-?'a 2 tss
"Why, think this said Mary CONVINCE.
calmly. THAT you do very well to be rid Of
London Jail: and for my own part, tits a
rare appetite the salt air ever gives me!'
this very moment Just setting aloft her
sails for the first high airs of dawn the ship
Of McMasters, the Polly Perkins, bound for
the port of Brest.
She came down scarce half-dozen cable
lengths behind the craft which bore the
fugitives now beginning their Journey to-
ward another land. Upon the deck of this
ship, even as upon the other, there were
those who waited eagerly for the dawn.
There were two men here, VIII Law and
Sir Arthur Pembroke, and whether their
conversation had been more eager or more
angry, were hard to tell. VIII Law, broken
and detected. his heart torn by thousand
doubts and thousand pains, sat listening.
though but half comprehending.
Every plan gone wrongr' cried Sir
Arthur. Every plan gone wrong, and out
of it all we can only say that ne has es-
could be enough OF hell! Though he be your
brother, tell 1t to your face, the gallows
had been too good for John Law! Look
you below. See that girl, pure IS an angel,