Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1903-07-16

he expects to use his thinking appar-
atus. May the day be not FAR distant
when this senseless, ~unladylike fashion
shall 10 longer be seen in our fair
valley! F. S.
Arthur Mann, who has been con-
fined in Jail here since March for bur-
glarizing the p~ost-ofice a! Piedmont
last winter, escaped from jail last
Thursday evening. 1t was about $50
o'clock and Sheriff Polk was locking
the prisoners 10 their cells. As Is the
usual custom Sheriff Polk had his little
boy lock the outer door as the Sheriff
went into the jail. While Mr.. Polk
was locking the cells Mann came to
the door and asked the boy 10 give
him the key. The little fellow did SO,
Mann unlocked the door, let himself
out and then turned the key on the
sheriff again. Mann then made for
the front door Of the ieil residence
which was also locked. He made
several attempts to open it but was not
successful and the noise attracted Mira.
Polk who came aud grabbed him by the
coat. she endeavored to give an
alarm but before anyone could get to
the scene the prisoner made his escape
by breaking the glass and getting
through a window. In a short time
the sheriff was liberated from the jail
and he Immediately started in pursuit
of the fugitive. The officer was salts
fed that Mann would attempt to get
away on some train and he, with some
assistance. patroled the railroad from
Ironton to Tip Top TO see that no did
not board any of the passing trains.
Up to 1870 o'clock Mann succeeded in
eluding his pursuers. About that
time No. 5, one OF the south bound
passenger trains, stopped at Arcadia
for a pusher. The sheriff boarded the
train to go to Tip Top. AS they
reached the Hinchey place the Sheriff
discovered Mann coming through q
field evidently intending to board the
train. They were going a pretty good
rate but the sheriff dropped from the
train, threw his gun into Mann's face
and brought him back to jail where he
ia doomed to languish for many
months.
'Let not him boast that putteth on
his armor as he that taketh it off,"
and 90 still tongue makes a wiee
head" are two familiar quotations.
The truth concerted in them is often
evident, but never was it made moro
manifest than in q little occurrence
last Saturday evening after the sun
had disappeared and the heat of the
day was abating. Gus started to the
barber-shop, hoping to be ~"next!"
when he got there. A block ahead of
him the station agent and his wife
were sauntering In the same direction.
Ben, the colored 'shinec" OF the bar
ber-shop, homeward bound, met Gus.
"~Anybody in the shop?" inquired the
latter. Nobody, sab, 'ceptin the
barber; but | think the depot man
yande' is goin' there now" This was
hint enough, and Gus quickened his
walk, hoping to pass the man in front
Of him, but the distance to the ton
serial establishment was rapidly
%lessening, and the walk grew into a
trot. AS Gus is usually sedate and
leisurely in his movement, all the peo-
pie on the street gazed in wonder, but
he only ran the faster, and when the
shop was still half a block away he
passed his unconscious competitor.
All would have been we'll If the
sprinter had observed the second of
the foregoing maxims; but as he
rushed by he turned in triumph and
cried out, In response to the inquiring
look of the agent, 81 wanted to beat
you to the barber-shop-that's ALL"
"Did youP" said the agent, his a
paint on In an instant-"Ill see about
i'll" and, being young and Of light
sprinter weight, and fresh to the race,
lit out and fairly beat him to the goal.
"Well," said Gus, as he sat waiting
his turn, and e~ndeavoring to recover
his breath, Il would do better if I
knew how to keep my mouth Shut"
Aud so would we all, Gus; so would
we all.