The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1911-12-06
(Continuedl


 I was benolns o,ei inis crude con- trivance when the door was opened hastily a foot or two and something slid forward along the floor. locat- ed . plate heaped with food and small pot of smoking hot coffee on the floor and took . glance at my watch. Eight-thirty; had been imprisoned for hours!
 Tate like . famished wolf. There was no sound without, no evidence that was under any special guard. With heart rapidly beating crept across to where had previously been at work, fully determined now to test the efficiency of my improvised lever. The board came up slowly. the only sound a slight rasping of the nails. By moving my apparatus thus sue ceeded in releasing the entire length of the plank. Except for the joists could feel nothing below, yet it was necessary to dislodge second board before could succeed in squeezing my body through the narrow opening. I swung down through the opening thus made and let go my hold. The fall -ould not have been more than a few feet. yet my knees doubled under as I struck. and ! pitched forward upon my han1s.
 Twas in . cellar. the floor paved with irregular blocks of stone, the side walls of solid plaster. I felt my way eau uously around the three sides of the place before discovering the door, which stood ajar, opening forth into a sec ond apartment not greatly dissimilar. although more filtered up with various odds and ends. I arrived finally at the opposite entrance. This door was closed. but unlocked, opening into the narrow hall through which Miss Jean had first conducted me into the house.
 My heart bounded with exultation as struck . match and recognized my surroundings. The exit leading to the garden was at my right, and before the flame died had my hand on the latch. I found the door securely lock ed, the key gone tested my strength vainly against its solid panels; evident ly must discover some other passage leading out, and the only opportunity would be found on the floor above. I overheard voices from the library.
 'But this isn't war" There was no mistaking Judge Dunn's voice. "He has no rights as soldier, for he is not here in course of duty"
 "What do you meant" It was a wo- man. who asked this, but not Miss Denslow, and thought of the judges daughter.
 "He means" said some one else. quickly breaking in as if. impatient. ''that this man came heresas an out law. Bm Daniels has returned. don't know who he is, and don't care but he's working with Daniels and probably wearing that uniform merely to gain entrance here. He's no mem- spy, and I'mJ1or treating him as such. 1t was Donald he asked after, wasn't it, Jeanr'
 "Yes." the reply so low could bare 1y hear. but believe he is what he claimed to be-"
 "Oh, you'd believe anything. haven't seen the fellow, but under: stand he is young and good looking. That makes virtue enough for wo- man. l suppose he whispered some sweet things to you also."
 "He behaved like gentleman" the voice grown stronger from indignation. '.He treated me with respect, which is more than you seem inclined to do."
 'fYou are extremely tender towar' Yankees since you rode off with the other night"
 3T certainly have discovered that -oIor of the uniform does not make the