The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1911-08-27

CAL 6tAy OVcfnl&nI, my WIG WOulQ
be scared out OF her wits and would
not 90 to bed It all until come back.
and, besides. have promised Jones
three columns tomorrow. and have
not started writing yet"
well suppose 1t Is no use to In
sist, but 1t would have been much
more sensible for you to stay here.
and II we had thought Of it = little
earlier, We might have sent . wire"
Jim Carson could not stay over
night with me. SO ordered the dog
cart made ready to take him to the
station. I drove him over there my
self and saw him off on the $40.
Afterwards went inside to see the
station master and. while in his of
flee. saw the evening paper on the
desk, and asked him to let me have .
look at it.
"You may take it with you II you
want to- | am through with it There
is story in it about a fellow who es-
capped from Bradley asylum last
night after killing one of the attend
ants. Good night. sir; shall send
your things up as soon as they arrive
l let the horse walk as it pleased.
while l walked alongside. thinking Of
the events that had happened dur
ing the last six months.
Six months ago l had made my liv-
ing by literary work, and the reason
was that stubborn old uncle OF mine
on whom was dependent, wanted me
to study law, which hated. l was
fond Of literary work, however. but I
had no particular flight for it. SO I
should probably never have chosen it
as my lifework, If my uncle had not
tried to force me into studying law.
became a newspaper man and
now my uncle had died, leaving me
all his property. including large es-
tate at Ashwood. Jim Cerons, whom
had just seen off, was friend from
my newspaper days who had been
down to see my new estate and wish
that he were equally fortunate.
Benson" said to the stableman,
when l came home, please tell Mrs.
Hewetston that she may go home.
have no more use for her tonight"
Mrs. Heweston was the wife Of q
gardener who lived a half mile away
and who cooked my meals and acted
as kind of housekeeper for me.
It was too beautiful an evening to
go to bed early. SO started reading
the paper the station master had given
me. One of the first headlines that
caught my eye was this:
Escape of Lunatic."
zone of the inmates of Bradley
Asylum. James Stanley, escaped last
night under very peculiar circumstan.
ces. They had the annual dance at
the asylum and a number OF the patti.
ents took part. Stanley was among
these, when he was suddenly missed.
and some of the attendants started out
to look for him They did not succeed.
but near the main gate they found a
keeper dying on the ground, who had
been struck in the back of the head
with a rock.
''It has been found that the mailman
must have gone into the hall where
some of the invited guests had left
their hats and overcoats. He took a
hat and coat and, when he was recog.
nized in the park by keeper he kill.
ed him. The gatekeeper who failed to
recognize him opened the gate and
let him out. When he escaped, Stanley
was wearing black suit and patent
leather shoes. He is tall, strong
man, standing well over six feet, with
dark curly hair and somewhat light
er mustache. Nothing has been heard
or seen Of him since his escape.
What strange story, / thought.
The asylum was less than two miles
from my house and had been invited
to the ball, but as Carson was to ar
rive early in the morning the next
day, I decided to stay at home. When
had finished the paper, felt sleepy
and made up my mind to go to bed
but before doing SO went through
the house to see that everything was
locked for the night.
The window of my bedroom was
open, and fresh breeze came in from
the sea. l sat down a few minutes to
enjoy it. A beautiful chance for burg
lar, thought, If it became known that
1 had things of great value In the
house. He might easily enter through
the window, AMI the escaped lunatic
might also find my house convenient
refuge. While thinking OF this. start
ed to undress. Before I went to bed
however, had one more thing to do
/ always used to see IL the door oi
the alcove was locked. This alcove
was separated from my bed room by a
heavy curtain.
l picked up the candle and walked
across the room, but, as I got near the
curtain stopped, Mortified for under
meath 1t saw the toes OF pair OF
patent leather shoes. 1t took me only
a moment to recover and, keeping
my eyes on the curtain, walked back
Nward to the bed. had no doubt the
lnadman was hiding behind the cur
tain but he had not discovered that
had seen him, for the shoes remained
motionless.
What should do? Here / was alone
in the room while less than twelve feet
away was dangerous lunatic far my
superior in physical strength. Il
would surely take at least three mer
to oyerpower him. I shuddered at the
thought.
/ figured out where his head must