Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1913-04-20

door close he rushed alter the guard and
gave the alarm. By lying low in the tool
house until the men should give up the
search, Ryan could slip out over the wall,
with no one to lookout for but the outside
Waterman Meanwhile Davis was to keep
him supplied with food, which he would
steal from the mess table.
TIP to this point everything in Ryan's plans
- hal worked out perfectly; but here
came d hitch. The country was being pa
troled night and day, and every spare keeper
was taken off his regular work and sent out
to watch. Among these men was the guard
who had had charge of Davis and Ryan; so
that Davis was left locked up in his ward.
For day or two this made little differ
ence; but by the end of the third day
Ryan was ready to collapse, and Davis was
about the most miserable creature imagin-
able Locked up in the ward where he could
look out and see Ryan's cage all the time,
he knew that it was only question of time
until starvation would drive the prisoner
out. And of course the discovery of Ryan
would mean calamity to both.
By the third night the gnawing in Ryan's
stomach was making him desperate, and he
determined to get even. By coming out of
the Toulouse in broad daylight and giving
himself up, comb and all, there would be no
question as to Davis being implicated. AS
nothing could be done until the next morn
ing, he crawled out of his cage about mid
night and went prowling boldly about the
yards, not caring much whether anyone saw
him or not. He finally came into the black
smith shop, where he remembered that old
John, the blacksmith, who was trusty, Of
ten struggled out pieces of food to MUNICH
at between meals. Some scraps were prob
to1 Oh h.
maging around Ryan managed to find quite
a quantity of pieces of food. This put new
life into him. and he decided to stay in the
Toulouse for another twenty-four hours.
The following night he stumbled on a
bundle of paper close to his door, and
piece of blue shifting tied in peculiar bow
knot. The bundle was Davis long delayed
supply of food, and the knot was the signal
from him that the coast was clear.
To bolt Davis supply of food, climb the
high fence, and hurry out of the country
required only few hours. And to this day
Ryan is at liberty-or at least he has never
been returned to the Walled City.
IN the Walled Cities there are always
number of persons who insist that they
have been falsely convicted; indeed, most
of the citizens are likely to claim innocence
on general principles When, therefore.
citizen comes to one of the officers with his
tale of false conviction his complaints are
not likely to be taken too seriously, unless
there is an unusual reason for it. The case
of Jim Murphy, hardened criminal who
came into one of the Eastern Cities few
years ago, proved an exception, however.
When Murphy entered the City from
prison he was one of the most detected, de-
pressed, and altogether miserable objects
imaginable He had served only one year
of a fifteen-year sentence; but during the
last three months of his Imprisonment had
become SO melancholy and unbalanced that
he was finally transferred to the Walled City.
For several days after his arrival there he
was SO stupid that he had to be led about,
and fed with a spoon at mealtime. He
moaned and wrung his hands continually,
mumbling to himself. In two weeks, how
ever, he began to brighten up a little, and
later began to talk more nationally. All of
this talk had the same import, he was being
falsely imprisoned. At first little attention
was paid to this most common subject of
conversation; but as the man improved his
statements began to carry some weight.
What strengthened his case was the fact
that he acknowledged being habitual Grim
inal who had served four terms in prison,
and asserted frankly that there were numer
Gus important crimes to his credit of which