Connecticut western news., 1910-06-09

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Come back here" he called, but there was no response. Bailey, with desperate haste was trying to climb the opposite bank. Constable Rhoades had hurried around by the bridge, hoping to head the runner in that direction, but Bailey turned the other way. Up the bank at last he scrambled, and fell headlong up on the turf. Up again and on, stumb- ling, staggering, occasionally falling fiat, while all this time his pursuers were hot on the trail, and fast closing on the quarry.
 Over the.Line to Safety.
 Now the state line looms up ahead. With 8 last desperate effort the goal line was reached and crossed, Bailey, no longer fearing arrest, being beyond the jurisdiction of Connecticut law, dropped to the ground, a perspiring, panting man.
 At this juncture Constable Rhoades came upon the scene. But it was no longer the state officer, representing the majesty of law, intent on bringing back to justice he who had been so hotIy sought. It was panting, prespiring man, whose 250 pounds of solid avoirdu- poise had been hurried oyer the course at a speed that would have put a Yale sprinter in the shade, that now crossed into Massachusetts territory and faced the desperate man, whose arrest is never attempted without half dozen men as assistants.
 So Near. .andlYet So Far.
 "Well, Bailey, how are you?" re- marked the Canaan officer, as he stood in front of his man.
 I'm alllin; can't talk until get back my wind, remarked the panting Bailey. Then he leaned over as though about to fall asleep.
 As their quarry was now over the line, the Connecticut posse had no jurisdiction so friend of Bailey's took hIm in hand, promising to take him home. Not long after, having recovered his wind, Bailey, seated on the store steps in Clayton, told the Connecticut posse what he thought of them, in terms neither polite nor classic. He offered to fight the bunch, but there was nothing doing. The con- stable yet hoped to steal march onr Bailey by catching him across the line, but Bailey was a shrewd duck and Massachusetts, soil was good enough for him.
 Arrested at Last.
 Later, he tried to run amuck at the Clayton store, and threatened to lick everybody within sight. A friend got him into wagon and they had started for home, when Sheriff Bradley of South field and posse arrived by automobile and Bailey was placed under arrest by the Massachusetts officers and hurried to Great Harrington. where he was locked up for the disturbance he had stirred up in Clayton.
 Already Under Bonds
 He is already under bonds of $1200 for crime alleged to have been committed in Massachusetts. Bailey is a fellow with long criminal record, embracing numerious charges and has served jail sentences until they have ceased to be novelty. The authorities regard him as the toughest citizen of this section in a fight and has no hesitancY in mixing it up whenever occasion offers.
 Shot in the Hip
 In the fusilade of revolver shots fired during his flight from the Connecticut posse, Bailey was hit in the thigh by revolver bullet and quite painfully wounded. His injuries were dressed on his arrival in Great Harrington.
 Bailey was taken to the office of Dr. H. E. StocKwell where his wound was examined by Drs. Stockwell and Beebe. The physicians found that the ball which was fired from a 3S calibre revolver en- tered the right hip and despite that they probed for it for some time failed to lo- cate it. Dr. Stockwell is of the opinion it is ill the pelvis bone, and while it is 8 serious injury, it will not be fatal.
 Arraigned in the District Court at Great Burlington, Monday, Bailey plead guilty to drunkenness and was sentenced to 30 days in the county jail. and was taken to Pittsfield to begin his sentence. His wound Tuesday, it is said, became so painful that he was taken to the House of Mercy for treat ment.