El Paso herald. (El Paso, Tex.) 1901-1931, 1911-09-06
(By Richard Abercorno
6kAI o. THANK you old boy, really
can't stay overnight. my wife

I
would be scared out of her
| wits and would not go to bed at all I'M
| til I come back, and. besides, have
| promised Jones three columns tomor-
row and have not started writing
yet"
Well, suppose it is no use to insist
| but 1t would have been much more
| sensible for you to stay here, and If
We had thought of it a little earlier,
we might have sent a wire
Jim Carson could not stay over night
with me. SO I ordered the dogcart made
ready to take him to the station.
drove him over there myself and saw
him Off on the $40.
Afterwards I went inside to see the
station master and. while in his office,
saw the evening paper on the desk,
and asked him to let me have g look
| at it. ~
you may take it with you if you
| want to. am through with it. There
Is story in it about fellow who es-
capped from Bradley asylum last night
after killing one of the attendants.
Good night, sir; 1 shall send your
things up as soon as they arrive.
I let the horse walk as ie pleased,
while I walked alongside thinking OF
the events that happened during the
last six months.
Six months ago Z had made my liv-
Ing by literary work. and the reason
was that a stubborn old uncle of mine,
on whom I was dependent, wanted me
to study law, which I hated. ! was
fond of literary work. however. but
I had no particular talent for 1t, so
should probably never have chosen it
as my lifework, If my uncle had not
tried to force me into studying law.
I became a newspaper man and now
my uncle had died, leaving me all
his property. including a large estate
at Ashwood. Jim Carson, whom had
just seen off, was friend from my
newspaper days who had been down
to see my new estate and wished
that he were equally fortunate.
Benson" I said to the stable man
when I came home, please tell Mrs.
Heweston that she may go home. I
have no more use for her tonight"
Mrs. Heweston was the wife Of
gardener who lived half mile away
and who cooked my meals and acted az
q kind OF a housekeeper for me.
It was too beautiful an evening to
go to bed early, so I started reading
the paper the station master had given
me. One of the first headlines that
caught my eye was this:
Escape of a Lunatic"
"One of the inmates of Bradley
asylum, James Stanley, escaped last
night under very peculiar ciroum-
stances. They had the annual dance
at the asylum and number of the
patients took part. Stanley was
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 been struck in the
back of the head with a rock.
'Ih has been found that the mad
man must have gone into the hall
where some of the invited guests had
left their hats and oyercoats. He took
recognized in the park by keeper,
he killed him. The gatekeeper who
failed to recognize him opened the
gate and let him out. When he es-
capped. Stanley was wearing q black
suit and patent leather shoes. He IL
q tall strong man, standing we'll over !
six feet, with dark curly hair and
q somewhat lighter mustache. Moth |
Ing has been heard or seen of him
since his escape
What a strange story" 1 thought |
The asylum was less than two miles
from my house and I had been in
vited TO the ball. but as Carson was
to arrive very early in the morning I
the next day, decided to stay at
home. When i had finished the paper, I
I felt sleepy and made up my mind
to go to bed, but before doing so I |
went through the house to see that I
everything was locked for the night.
The window of my bedroom was
open. and fresh breeze came in from
the sea- / sat down a few minutes to |
snjoy 1t. A beautiful chance for bur-
glar. I thought, If 1t became known
hat had things Of great value In the
louse. He might easily enter through
he window, and the escaped lunatic
might also find my house a convenient
refuge. While thinking Of this, start
I'd to undress. Before 1 went to bed, |
however, had one more thing to do
always used to see If the door of the
alcove was locked. This alcove was
separated from my bedroom by heavy
curtain.
I picked up the candle and walked
across the room but as I got near
he curtain stopped, mortified, for be-