Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1929-09-02

every kind of light patrol boat. I swan
as quickly as could toward my friends,
who dragged me on board and gave me
hearty welcome.
Meanwhile. what had happened to
Lussu and Rosselli? quickly told my
friends all there was to be told. Iney
had stopped their motor to avoid nelng
overheard.
Waited in Silence.
It was an agonized wait. We lay IN
silence, broken only by an occasional
whisper, and we strained our aching
/ eyes to pierce the night in hope OF see
ing our two friends. We were so alb
sorbed we never noticed that the wind
and the current had driven the boat
| toward shore and into circle of light.
My friends flung themselves on the
oars and pulled desperately in the direc-
| ton of the sea. We had come so close
! TO land that was able clearly to see
people coming and going in the little
square leading to the waters edge and
men in uniform enjoying the evening
| GOODNESS.
It was at that moment, when we had
| really begun to despair Of ever seeing
| Ltissu and Rosselli that we heard two
| quick splashes near the spot where we
should all have met. It could only be
| the missing men. 1t was then after
| $50, and we had just time to escape.
In quarter of an hour the alarm would
have started in pursuit.
The motor throbbed loudly, but now
we were Indifferent to the noise. In
deed, at that. moment the noise seemed
a cheering one, almost like word Of
encouragement from powerful ally.
We quickly closed with our friends, who
| were swimming. dragged them aboard
and then started off full speed.
Delayed by Patrols.
After the first few moments of
| excitement Lussu told us he had come
across a patrol in front of little street
down which he had to go. A large
lamp was throwing light on the place.
and at any moment he might have
been reorganized. He sat down few
steps away from the patrol. lighted
pipe and waited for the soldiers to move
few yards. Then he walked past
them. Rosselli had lost time hidden
in a doorway waiting for a squad Of
police to pass.
We kept our journey at full speed
10 hours. Until dawn we had to con-
slider the possibility of having been
followed. A quarter of an hour after
our departure the alarm must certainly
have been given and the wireless sta
ton must have warned all the neigh
boring naval bases of our escape. It
was quite possible we might meet at
daybreak some torpedo boat steaming
to bar our way.
Fortunately we had no such I'M
pleasant meeting. Probably the sur
prise and confusion on the island were
so complete the authorities sent out
entirely contradictory reports and in
structions. July % We reached foreign
land. and few days later We were
In France.
Thirteen days afterward the Fascist
government issued a brief communica-
ton to the italian press about our
escape. being Obliged to give the in
formation owing to the full reports
about us already published in a large
section of the foreign press.
Deport Rosselli's Brother.
Resorting to the penal practices Of
other days, when reprisals and taking
Of hostages were favored, two days
after we escaped Rosselli's brother,
Nollo. a history student popular among
his friends and entirely unconnected
with politics, was arrested and i'm
mediately deported to Ustica.
RosselliS wife. an English-born wom-
an, Miss Marion Cave, formerly a
teacher at the British Institute In
Florence, was arrested at Courmayeur, =,
"AASAS SAAS W0o ottAleAItl1 u 4lOAAuuy WAIIA
her two-year-old boy, knowing nothing
about her husbands escape.
She was kept day and night in
prison with criminals, and 1t was only
because she was suffering from her
heart that she was taken to a hotel
where she remained under close guard
and was forbidden to communicate
with anybody.
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