The Washburn times. [volume] (Washburn, Wis.) 1896-1976, 1912-03-21

sage and picked the lock in a hands shake
| knew that yet another door was before me
before l got to my window anG that the loci
might give me more trouble. Il did, and hat
to work hard to get that door epen was per
spring freely as / passed through it and came
beneath the window giving access to the fort
ress garden, which had yet to be traversed.
Ones troubles only begin with file, ant
more than once while engaged on that solit
iron bar l despaired of overcoming this OBJ
stacle. For four mortal hours / sawed away
the perspiration pouring down my face. hat
to stop every minute to listen IL any one were
coming, but all remained STILL
when | look back on those four hours be
hind that grated window l don't know how
held out and l can hardly recall how | go
through and let myself down the sixteen fee
separating me from the ground All know i;
that left stump of bar on which had fixet
my ladder, and minute later / sprang noise
lessly to earth.
Here found myself In some gardens which
/ crossed stealthily. / knew what was to come
My objective was a high iron gate surmountet
by gas lamp, where 1 knew sentry would
be posted. Once past this danger point and
was free-of the citadel at least. For the
gate gave on to the roadway
stealing cautiously over the ground and
picking my way / came to the high fortress
wall Step by step l sided along that wal
until 1 reached the gate l scaled it and look
ing over the top saw in the road Immediately
beneath me the spike of the sentry's helmet
flashing In the rays of the gas lamp
IF the man had been prompted to look III
he would have seen me in that instant and
should have been lost. But he was just or
the turn. With his greatcoat collar turned UP
to his ears and his rifle firmly grasped in his
mittened hand he turned and tramped. stamp
ing back to his sentry box which he passed
and then returned in my direction.
Il ducked my head. When he turned his
back on me again would make dash for It
From behind the gate heard the heavy tramp
cease an instant and then recope~lence. Then
/ raised my head. l was full IN the glare Of
the lamp 1t was now or never, so getting both
legs over the top of the gate let myself fall
lightly to earth
81 found myself within few yards of the
sentry and opposite kind of timber shelter on
the other side of the road. In a moment the
sentry would turn again, SO l leaped on tiptoe
like flash for the shelter. After waiting a
few seconds walked boldly out disregarding
the sentry, down the road to the station"
This is where Captain Luxs story ends. He
will say no more for fear of causing unpleas
antness to any one of those who helped him
in his marvellous escape. Ys
This extraordinary Monte Cristo up to date
just walked into the station of Glatz and
boarded the Austrian express. When tho con
ductor came for the tickets the mufled-up Ger
man gentleman with the goldrimmed glasses
and the green overcoat explained he had rur
a little short of money. but would pay his
ticket to the frontier station of Mittelwalde in
Austria. Here he was handed over to the sta
tionmaster, to whom he frankly explained his
case. revealing his identity with calmness
which stupefed that gold-laced functionary.
Very politely the captain asked for permits
sion to use the station Telegraph to wire his
friends in Budapest for money. Permission
was granted, for, as a political prisoner the
captain was immune from extradition proceed
ings, and in few hours the money was forth
coming for the captain by telegraph. AND
then, free man once more, he took train fol
Paris, having wired his friends the news Of
his successful escape by means of telegram
signed Karl Noel"