wm. tMIitbiIg THEWAYTOFREEDOM How Carefully It Is Guarded at tlie County's Three Penal Institutions. EIYERSIDE DIPBEGNABEB. A Mob Like That at New Orleans Could ot ireak Into It. FOUE GUARDS WATCH THE MM. JJiots Would Be Quelled hj Turning a Hose on the Eioters. .BISlEll AT CLAREJIOXT AND IHE JAIL CUIUIIJ-X fob im PIEPATCH.3 HE total number of pris oners in the Allegheny County "Workhouse, the 0 - I Western renitenuary ana 1 I the Count j-.Tail sometimes J -nnnVina 9 ftOO. TSptlTCeil The WorVwuse , . , , , ,.. . Wall this horde and liberty stand only about 30 men. Small as this guard is, however, it is sufficiently large to pro ait a wholesale prison delivery. The system of ecu j'.J.-g has been reduced to the minimum in J'u vicinity of Pittsburg on account of the structural strength of the buildings. The are, every one, magnificent stronghold's. Make a critical examination of ehher of the three prisonj named, and j ou will find that they are away ahead of any ane'ent citadel or castle with its moat ai.d dram bridge, or fortress with all its ram parts, parapets and stockades. Nor is it necessa. to equip these SO guards with any but light arms, and some of them carry no weapons at all. The famous Bastille in France had a row of Cannons Along the Gallery, which ran from bastion to bastion, besides having -ast bulwarks and ditches. "And yet the Bastille only held 70 and 80 prisoners. "With only 200 inmates Fleet Prison in I,on jion once had 150 watchmen, those In the main corridor being constantly oh duty with sabers in hand. Celebrated Newgate prison, a century ago, maintained a battalion ot irtillerj, and" a cannon facing each corri dor, intending to sweep it if an outbreak occurred. The storied Marshalsea, which Operating the WorfJiouse Oats. was for a long time the king's-bench prison in London, is said to have served more than once for expert marksmen of the old-time English troops, with poor prisoners as the mark for bullets. There is nothing of this kind in our penal institutions to-day. Just now there are between 700 and 800 convicts at the penitentiary in Allegheny. In daytime the large majority of thee are at work in the shops. There is a commu nity of workshops in the prison yard, so that the prisoners, in passing to and fro, re- Suire the watchful eyes of guards. But iese guards are Only I'our in Xuraber. They are stationed on top of the walls, which hem in the yards in a -height of 3.5 feet. On the confers of the walls and at the middle are sentry boxes, in which the guards cat their dinu'ci? and take refuge in inclement weather. Thcv are armed with shotguns, but these they do -not display un lets they observe some attempt at escape. If a prisoner U seen Fiispiciously close to the -nail he is ordered off, a policeman's whistle sounded, to which responds a mes senger boy. lie is gi en the number of the suspicious prisoner, and an investigation of the fellow's actions follows inside. The prison is flooded with light at night, the electricity being furnished from its own dynamos and engines. The interior lias been so arranged whenthe tiers of cells were constructed that anything moing will cast a shadow. A cat, treading stcalthfuUy as it inay, will throw a shadow anywhere in the Western Penitentiarv, which would be in stantly detected by the watch. A wonderful building is this peniten tiar;. It5s impregnable both from within and'without. The one man who could dare the 700 cou icts inside, and who could laugh in the faces of a mob outside howling lor admission, calmly sits the night through in a vast stone chamber on the ground floor. This chamber is where all visitors are re cehed in day time. It is in the center of the tii o prison wings, and just across the jard from the "Warden's residence. Into it open five barred doors. One is from the outer world, the other opens out upon the yard in the rear, and from either side a door nens into the prison proper, or the two wings of cells. In one corner a staircase is completely caged in by a complicated net work of h.iix The Guards Have 3fo lwejs. This one man holds all the keys of the prison. They arc hanging in yonder box on the wall. None of the guards within the cell-rooms have kevs. Thev must be ad mitted in and out of this stone chamber by the one man I am describing. If prisoners t were to break out of their locked and barred cells, and assault the guards, they would iiSlli u 9 l m i ffl'M ) 1 aHJl accomplish nothing, for he has no keys. A locking lever controls one block of cells. Suppose such a thing as 60 of the cells being broken open at the same time were possible; what would then happen? "Why, the revolting prisoners could get no nearer liberty than the great door which leads into this stone chamber. The single man in there could at once take the keys of the outer doors and retire to the caged stair case in the corner. Once inside this, he looks the door there, and reaches the "ad ministration hall above. This is a look out hall, or gallery, of most noble dimen sions. Instead of a wall on either side, it has a monster framework of iron bars, which transforms it into a marvelous cage. It is practically three stories high, and as the cells rise in five tiers, Or galleries, from the ground, you look from this cage both east and west, upon everyone of the 1,100, cells. In other words, you look out upon the whole vast interior of a five-story prison. Still Another Supposition. This caged look-out hall is not touched by any one of the tiers of cells. The only way to reach it is by the caged staircase from below, or by a closed iron viaduct from the second story or the "Warden's resi dence. But, suppose that the prisoners in the meantime have surmounted what I rep resent as impossible, and battered down the iron door in the reception chamber, what then? Well, they can't yet get at the man with the keys, lor he is behind another iron-barred door upstairs. So, suppose they attempt to batter down the door which they suppose leads to the outside. If they should succeed (which they could not) they would find another in the cov ered archway on the ground outside, and well, by that time the Warden would have bf en aroused, and he would have a small army of assistants at his command. Or if the escaping convicts found it an 1 iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii rm LS THE CHEAT LOOKOUT easier thing to batter their way into the caged staircase, and chase the keyholder up stairs in hopes of overpowering him Vmd getting the keys to both the outer doors? Well, when tfiey got up there, they would find that he had'retired behind the massive door which shields the viaduct into tho Warden's residence. Even if they would follow him in there, they would meet those great barred doors at -every entrance -and exit from the residence. ' ' ! Riote QaeUed With Water. 3ut the more probable event is that the revolting prisoners, unable to get farther than the door into the reception chamber, and thus being prevented from -swarming upon the man with the keys, would turn into a hellish, riotous mob in the corridors, unlocking all othsr cells and letting every body loose. In such an event the problem would be, not how to prevent them from getting out, but how to get them hack into their cells. Of course the management have legal authority to shoot them down, and a large case in the reception chamber is filled with loaded rifles nominally, for that pur pose, but Warden Edward Wright thinks he has a more humane plan, fully as ef fectual. After "the keyman would summon him across the iron viaduct, he would simply pass over to a citv fire alarm box fixed there to the wall of the administration hall, and pull the lever. In a few moments the city fire department would be on hand, and he would order a quick attachment of the hose to the water-plugs stationed all through the prison yard. The hose introduced into this look-out hall would command every tier ot ceus irom grouna noor to root, ana as The TenUentiary'.s Great WalL Mr. It Wright says: "If the a, ful force of those streams of water, directed with a good aim from the nozzles, didn't knock a prisoner into his cell every time, it would knock him off the gallcrv) and either kill him by the fall into the first floor, or else drown him afterward. He thinks it would drive every rebel into his cell without casualty. An Attack From Without, The penitentiary could not be taken from J wuuuui oy such a moD as mat in jsew Orleans, for instance, for the reason that the door leading into the stone reception cham ber, which is the key to the command of the whole prison, is protected by a caged arch il ay. This archway has two tremendous barred doors. After these were battered down then would come the main door into the building. By that time the man -with the keys would have retired upstairs viaihe caged staircase, and there still remains the great iron door from the stone chamber into the cell room. Neither could the mob gain entrance to the prison by way of the Warden's resi dence, for it has iron-barred doors at every entrance, and then the doubly-barred and protected viaduct upstairs, which, could they force it, they would find still worse, forthe vast look-out room lias no communi cation with the prison, although it seems to be right in it. The bystem at Clareinont The workhouse at Clarcmont ranks next for effici6nt but humane guarding of prison- ere. it has a la; ar e yaru also, which is sur- rounded by a wi iOfaethich. During the j day time4there are three guards upon the top of this wall, pacing to and fro within the iron railing, which makes it a safe promenade. On each corner there is picturesque little guard-house. The guard may carry his loaded rifle on his shoulder, or he may leave it within easy reach in the sentry-box. In each tme of these little sentinel houses is an electric button. The wires which run from these buttons pass into the office of the prison, an eighth of a mile distant, perhaps, and there connect with an indicator. Sup pose the guard detects an attempt at escape which he is unable to avert. He touches the button, a gong strikes loudly in the office, the indicator or finger points instantly to the number of the sentinel house, and quicker than it takes to write it the Super intendent has ordered a posse tb the relief of the guard on the walL This relief corps knows precisely what part of the long wall to go to. They are armed, and they get the directions from the guard as to whither the escaping prisoners went, and immediately start chase. Such a chase has been very successful twice. "Watching Men While at Work. On account of the farm connected with the workhouse and the other extensive out door industries the force of uniformed guards maintained is larger than the peni tentiary. The number ot prisoners is some, thing over 700, and yet you will seldom see more than one guard in charge of a gang of prisoners at work in the stave yard in prox imity to railroad or river. In the fields the men are especially trustworthy, many a man apparently having no thought of es cape. The retiring Superintendent, Henry Warner, has, by a frank, generous policy of trusting largely to the honor of the pris oners, actually decreased the necessity for constraints. The wagon gates of the workhousi CHAMBEB AT BIVERSIDE. grounds are all operated from the top of the wall by the guards. The gates slide back and forth instead of swinging, and are ST A Eangeman at the Jail. opened and shut by wheels on the wall. It is impossible to open them from below, and it is impossible for prisoners to- reach the wheels on the walls because of the presence of the guards- The only arms carried by the guards inside the institution and by those who go out to the fields are Colt's re volvers. Methods in the County Jail. But none of these methods are nracticable at the county jail, in the rear of the new Court House " in thie city. There the soli tary confinement system is in vogue. There are no wprkshops, no yards, and no sentry walls. At present there are about 240 pris oners there, and sometimes this number reaches to within a few of 300. The only periods during the day when an organized attempt at escap'e would be possible are when the prisoners aie released from their cells for exercise. This is between 9 and 10 o'clock a. M and between 1 and 2 o'clock p. M. In each of those hours as many as 120 of the inmates are out at once promenading the corridors, or ranges, as the tiers of cells are called. Here in the jail the cells are five ranges high. Sitting at his desk on the landing inside tho grated door, the head keeper, as sisted by two others, can take in the whole prison at a gUnce. They are in a sort of rotunda. Outside the grated door is the jail office where Warden Berlin and his deputy may always be found. Still beyond them is another Barred door that leads out upon Boss street Firearms Are Too Dangerous. Warden Berlin allows none of the keepers to carry firearms of any kind. He says that if some provocation led a keeper to dis charge a pistol inside the prison it would be the quickest way so incite a revolt. But as it is, if a revolt were organized, the prison ers could not reach the office, and .they would simply have to riot among them selves. Still, the Warden and his deputv keep two loaded revolvers in the desks of the office to be used in case prisoners ever Eiiuuiu get uub iuat iar. The prisoner be3t behaved on each range is allowed to occupy the end celL He thereby wins the title of "rangeman," and is permitted to be out of his cell all day. He sits on a chair at the end of the range, attends the wants of other prisoners, shines the brass railing, and does some other little chores. To a certain degree he is a keeper, or a guard also, but just how far he may be trusted is questionable. Only Escape From the Jail. It is odd that the only escape which has ever yet taken place at the newjnilwas that of a boy, Eddie Burns by name. He climbed the lightning rod, which is nailed to the wall in the rear of the prison, and then dropped over the pthcr side. T?hat was last year. From 11 to 12 o'clock A. M. each day there is a perfect stream of lunch baskets pouring into the jaiL They are brought to the Boss street door by relatives'of the prisoners and there taken in by guards. Each basket is taken to the table of Deputy Warden Sofiel, where that official examines the contents to see if there are concealed with the bologna sausage or custard pud ding any tools, weapons or liquors. Kow and then tools intended to assist an escape have been found, but oftener it is a bottle of whiskv that is extracted and thrown -aside. ' L. K. Siofiel. prrrsBUEQ, sundat, Mat 24, 1S91. ADVENTURE IN INDIA. One of Barnum's Agents Gets in Trouble Through His Courtesy. AN ENGLISH GIRL ON THE EOAD. She Accepted American Attentions, but Her Motives Objected. A DUEL AVERTED BY A GOOD BLUFF CCOBMSSPOHDINCB OP THI DISPATCH-. New York, May 23. "The life of a man who goes off into the highways and byways of he world in search of the new and curi ous," said Mr. Thonuu H. Davis, ," is fdll of incidents, sometimes of danger, and not unfrequently of romance. When I was doing this for the late P. T. Barnumlmet with an adventure which combined more danger and romance than I ever experienced before or since. It was in India, where I had gone to secure some natives for the show. ,My headquarters were at Secunder bad, about four miles from Hydrobad, capi tal of Decca, ifahratta Province, the largest principality in India, It is the only State in India .where the natives are permitted to carry arms. "The Prince is called Nizan, and he has about 200 wives and a family of some 6,000 persons. It is the largest military post in India. The English Government keeps about 15,000 soldiers there all the time. The Prince has a little railroad some 120 miles long. The general manager of the road is an American, and he has full charge of the road, shops and everything. I lived with him while there, and during my absence in the interior he took charge of my natives. A Railway Trip in India. "I had been down to Ceylon after curi osities, and returned by way of Madras by boat from there by rail to Secunderbad, about 700 miles. .When I got to the rail road station abont B o'clock in the evening I had only 15 minutes till train time, and it hurried me to get my natives and other stuff aboard. There was only one first-class car on a train, and that was divided into two compartments, one for males, and one for females. I noticed a very pretty young lady, an elderly man in a colonel's uni form and a young man also in the British uniform, standing at the door of the female department. I supposed the men were going along with us, but soon afterward I learned they had remained behind. About 7 o'clock we arrived at a junction where several trains stop for dinner. "In India the traveler must buy meal tickets in advance, the same as a railroad ticket or a sleeping car ticket in this coun try. The agent then telegraphs onand orders as many meals as he sells tickets and no more. No ticket, no dinner. A Lady TraTdlng Alone. "We had half an hour for dinner, but the attendance was very slow, so I hurried to secure a seat Every chair was finally occu pied save one. It was next to a surly old Scotchman and he had placed his traveling bag, etc, on it The way he eyed it I sup pose the bag contained valuables. The old man had his soup when the young lady mentioned walked in and looked around helplessly for a seat She was alone, but she walked up to the' Scotchman and asked politely whether the seat was occupied. " 'Yes, it is,' he answered. " 'But is it, really?' she repeated, evi dently thinking he was joking. 'Can't you see it is!' he snapped. Then he went on with his aoun. -j. "'"I-ffelt like4vringing-.Hreck. Bntj4 don't you know, not a single "soul inter-1 fered. I jumped and told her to take my seat She thanked me very much and asked me where then would I sit? I told her to look and be safe on that point, and at the same time I stepped over, threw the Scotch man's things on the floor and took the vacant chair. He glanced at me, but never said a word. After the meal was over I found she had no meal ticket. The Young Lady's Stoiy. "She said she had Must come out from England with her father the elderly officer I had seen at Madras and brother, and that both were called suddenly to Banga lore. They had sent her to her aunt, a Mrs. Captain Kelly, whose husband was quarter master at Secunderbad. Thinking she had no servant, I sent my native valet next morning with a small breakfast 'chota phaziri,' which means 'little breakfast' I went afterward to her -compartment with her. Thus I managed to scrape up a pretty intimate acquaintance with the young lady, who was very attrac tively looking and p'roved a charming trav elingcompanion. . She gave me a glowing description of her home in England and of her own antecedents. She claimed to have written a couple of successful novels, though she couldn't have been more than 19 years of age. "In return for her confidence I gave her my anteceuants as they ought to have been; carefully omitting anything that any friends of mine would be apt to recognize if they heard it She expressed a good deal of curiosity when I acknowledged that I was an American. A Maid Locked in a Closet "1 have heard that all Americans are like you,' she said 'chivalrous to women.' " 'They are,' said I, and I thought of the Manhattan elevated. " 'I'm going to confide in you further. May I? "'Certainly,' I promptly replied, won dering what was to come next. " 'I'm not alone.' "I looked around and she laughed. Such' a sweet, innocent, back-country laugh. " " 'I have an ayah with me.' " 'Whcie is she?' I inquired in amaze ment An ayah is a female servant nurse.' " 'You'd never guess,' she laughingly re plied. ' " 'No I give it up.' " 'In the closet locked up.' " Then she must be a skeleton in a closet by this time,' said I. Was Cheating the Railroad. "But she explained that the ayah had been duly fed and watered. She hadn't bought any ticket for her and was cheating the railroad company. So far the scheme had worked, for in India the tiekets are not taken up till the end of the trip. But she began to worry about the windup. I told her I could fix that if she'd leave it to me. "Just before we reached Waddi junc tion, wnen we stopped to signal, 1 made tne ayah get off- the train, Rowing we'd stop, there half an hour, and let her walk in. No one-horse railway in India is going to get away from an American showman. At Waddi we were actually kept five hours waiting for the down train for Bombay. At dinner we had a bottle of wine, and for the first time I actually saw how an English gin couiu unnK. xnose army officers women can drink as much as a man. When we got through she wanted to pay for half of it I said: 'Oh no; we don t do that in America.' '"Why, that is the way we English do, you know.' '"But I'm not English,' I retorted. ITo American gentleman would ask a lady to dine with him or a gentleman either and then let the invited party pay half the She Was Willing to Learn. " 'How nicel' she exclaimed, as though it were something-Temarkable. She had never met an American gentleman before and a circus man could give her points. 'English men,' she went on, 'are afraid to spea to a lady without an introduction for fear she might turn out to be a chambermaid 'or something.' "The car we took for Secunderbad was divided the same ftj the last, only it was-a rickety-.old concern, and as we were on a high exposed plain in the night it got quite cool. I gave her one of my blankets I bought at Madras to wrap up in. We played casino and drank from my bottle of three-star brandy. I felt pretty good; but it didn't seem to phase her. I also tried to fill her up with American stories to her great delight. We were ten hours making that last stretch of 120 miles. Arriving in Secunderbad I went to my friend Lyle's bungalow and found everything all right ItoldByle about my adventure on the train and he laughed considerably. Met With a Backset "In a day or two 1 resolved to call on my late traveling companion as a gentleman might do urAmerica. Of course, it was by her invitation given at parting. I bor rowed Lyle's pouies and phaeton, and took two or three Afghan footmen along to run ahead and clear the way and drove out in great style. Alighting in Captain Kelley's courtyard, I boldly knocked at the door. I was met in the. reception room by a se vere looking lady, who announced herself as Mrs. Captain Kelley. She appeared to be greatly shocked at my coming, which she strongly intimated was an impertinence. It was not in accordance with the rules gov erning English society in India. "Perhaps I wouldn't have cared about this ordinarily, but her manner was very aggravating. I told her at once the basis of my acquaintance, when she declared it was simply a piece of American impudence to make the acquaintance of any lady in that way. She raised her voice loud enough to scare the Afghans in the courtyard and two of them ran away without their pay. A Glimpse That Gave Him Courage. "At the same time I caught sight of a half laughing, half tearful face of my young lady through a stealthily opened door. She was listening. Being morally certain of her sympathy, at least, I put on a bold front and told Mrs. Captain Kelley that I was an American gentleman, and it was lucky for her she was only an English woman. " 'Leave the house, sirl' she cried. TTon will have to meet my husband.' " 'Certainly, madam,' said I, retiring as gracefully as possible, 'there's my address. Send him along. I shall be glad to meet him. Good dayl' "When I told my friend Lylcthat after noon I thought he would die laughing. He said that little Kelley was probably within the sound of his wife's voice all the time, and declared that he was as afraid as death of her. "I was sitting out in front of the bunga low smoking that evening when a young fellow in a smart red coat came along and spoke to me. asking if my name was Davis. X told him it was. Then he inquired if I had any apology to send to Mrs. Captain Kelley. I said I hadn't Began to Look Like Blood. ' "He then wished further to ask if I had a discreet friend I could refer him to in such a delicate matter. It occurred to me all at once that this bujlying English crowd wanted to kill me that this was in the way of a challenge. I had not only never fig ured in an affair of this kind, but never knew any man who had. I didn't want to fight, I goftly admitted to myself. Fight ing spoils the skin. I never shot a pistol in my life. I couldn't' hit the side of-a barn at a fair range. If I got killed nobody would sympathize with me, for nobody would ever get the truth at home. If X killed a British officer I'd probably get shot by a file of soldiers or get a, life sen tence. The outlook was very gloomy. But while I thus thought it over, it was but a few seconds before I calmly referred the young man to Major Lyle (who was a Southerner and knew all about such mat ters), as if I'd been fighting all my life. " 'Kelley wants to fight at daylight,' said Lyle, eying me a little humorously a little later. " 'All rieht Let her co.' said I. conceal- jniwmv Irathcr tmnultnoua-ieelincju. .JTo '-.'-' - . -1. , . T. ...... 1 . - man can ten wnat jm uunmng-Dy loorang- at my lace, ureat thing at tne poser taoie. Lyle Was Going It Strong. " 1 told him so,' replied Lyle. 'Also, that we'd take pistols. I have a splendid pair of hair triggers. Also, I casually men tioned that you were a typical American and a dead shot could shoot the buttons off his uniform without breaking the cloth. Also, that you had been insulted and would shoot him on sight in the American style if he didn't (rive you satisfaction.' " The devil you did!' This was going it rather high and without consulting me. But I said no more for some time. " 'Do you think he'll come?' " 'Come! Of course, he'll come with an apology, too!' " 'No!' My muscles began to relax. " 'Yes he will. I'll go you the wine on it. He never fights. It's tho old woman. But you'd better get ready to pull out be fore the matter gets out among the other officers of the garrison. They'll make it unpleasant for you in some way.' Got Out All Right 'The Major was right as to Captain Kel ley. For the young bubaltern called within an hour with a polite note from Mrs. Cap tain Kelley saying that upon consultation with her niece she was satisfied that she was too hasty and that she Tery much re gretted having given offense to a gentleman who had so kindly befriended the aforesaid young lady en route. "I replied courteously and begged her not to mention it I never was so glad to find a big round hole through which to get out of a scrape as I was on that oc casion. I leave traveling women alone, too, since my experience in India. Chaeles Theodore Muehay, WHEBE VON H0LTKE LIES. The Private Mausoleum on the Field Mar shal's Estate at Kriesan. Below is a sketch of the private mauso leum to contain the remains of the late Count Von Moltke. It is on his grounds at Kriesan, and will long be the Mecca of the German patriot. DISAPPOINTED HT THE TOWH. An Awkward-Blander That Caused a Goth- ainlte Deep Disgust M. Quad in New York World.! It so happened that a New Yorker and a Denver man met in Buffalo the other day and became quite friendly, and at parting the .Western man asked the other to jot down his address and call upon him should he ever find himself so near the Bockies. "Ah! but you've made a mistake," he said, as the New Yorker was using his pencil. "It is room 96, seventh story, and you have it room 7, ninety-sixth story. ' "Oh! I see. Well, I am greatly disap pointed. I thought Denver was a go-ahead, booming town." Stylish Suitings, Overcoat and trouser material, of the best quality at Anderson's, 700 Smithfield street. Cutting and fitting the best 8a (fjjpf 'fj! DISPATCH. A WOMAN IN BATTLE. Brave Mrs. Grimwood's Account of - Her Experience at Manipun , BULLETS RAINED J)YEE HER HEAD. On the Disastrous Betreat She Was Forced to Dodge Two Shells. HAD TO EAT GEAS& AND LEAVES Perhaps the most graphic description of the disaster to the English forces at iiam- pur was written Dy Mrs. Grimwood, refer ence to whose heroic conduct was made in The Dispatch of May 17. Following is her account of the fight, as sent to her sister-in- h law inLondon. 'A The conference be- xrnnK unr. Grimwood) and the Jubraj at the palace Mn. Grirmcood. lasted several hours but at the end'the latter refused to be banished voluntarily. Frank then told him that the Sepoys would be sent to get him. How ever, he would not give in, so Frank re tnrned about 7 in the evening and told the Chief, A council of war was then held, and the plan of attack for the next day was made. I think we all felt gloomy that night. We all dined together, and tried to make things as jolly as we couidjbut did not succeed very well, and all went to bed early. At 3 o'clock on the morning of the 14th we all got up. A young fellow called Brackenbury led the attack on the palace of the Jubraj. Then the fight began. I was -in the telegraph office sending off a tele gram, when a bullet came through "the window and struck the floor about two inches from where I was standing. I then ran out, and took up a position, with the Chief below the office, which was made of brick, and so was shot-proof. Bullets were raining over our heads. X have kept several that I picked up. How Lieutenant Brackenbury Died. Mcanwhile'the fight in the palace was go ing on. Poor Lieutenant Brackenbury went the wrong road, and fire was opened upOn him from three sides. He fell in the first volley, shot through the ankle. He lay where he fell, exposed to the enemy's fire, and themade the most of it, and fired volleys into him. You can picture to your self what that means. . Once aU that morning I saw Frank. He came to get out some more ammunition, our Sepoys were running short, and that was about 11. At 12 or 1 o'clock some of the officers and Frank came back for something to eat I was cutting sandwiches for the others, who could not leave their posts. when a buUet crashed through the window over my head. They were attacking us, and were all round the house, so that the rooms were unsafe. The odds against us were enormous; Frank put their, numbers down as close upon 8,000; we had 450 all told. The Manipuris got possession of the wall in front of the house, and brought out their four big guns, and commenced shell ing the house. I think the horrors of those hours will last to the end of my life. Shells burst in the rooms overhead, for by this timeiwe were all in the cellars that is, Frank,-myself, the Chief, the Colonel ana two civilians on the Chiefs staff. The rest were trying to recover the wounded from all directions. Went Oat to Ask Terms. Heavy fire went on for four hours, and at 7 o'clock the Colonel and the Chief decided that terms must be made to save us all, as we had hardly any ammunition left The buglers were sent to sound the "cease fire," but for some time the firing continued. It stopped at last, and the Chief sent one of the officers out with a letterasking for terms. The Jubraj sent back to say that If the Chief would come out to the gate that he would come too and see what could be done. So tho Chief, the Colonel, Frank, the Secretary and Assistant Commissioner, and one officer all Went out. This was about 8.30 in the even in?, and we had eaten nothing all day. The wounded were then all Drought to the Residency, id one of the cellars turned into a hospital. I pray that I may never see such a sight again. There weio crowds of them; some dying. Poor Mr. Brackenbury was tho first shot all over, both legs broken, both arms, bullets in him all over the olace: and yot, poor lad, he was alive and perfectly conscious the whole time, and in awful agony. I did what I could to help, but it seemed almost impossible to do anything. Inono corner was a poor fellow with his brain shot out on the tup of his head, andyet alive; another with his forehead gone, and many others woise. Luckily, I am rather strong-minded, and so I was able to help in bathing some of the wounds and bandaging them up. After this I went to get everyone something to cat, and wo had a sort of scratch dinner. Then I went round the house. I can't tell on what I felt all our pretty things broken, the roofs and walls riddled with bullets, and shells burst in all of them. It was a dreadful sight to me, and I left it and returned to the hospital. She Dodged Two Shells. Heanwhilo about two hours had gone, and I was getting nervous about Frank, so went out in the grounds to try and see if I could seo anything of thorn. I didn't, so I went back to tho veranda and askod one of the officers to go outside the gate and looK for him, and I sat down utterly wearied out, and was dozing off in a chair on the veranda, when suddenly, to my horror, the firing bo can again. At first I thought they had killed Frank and the others, but a bugler came rushing in and told us they had taken them pnsoneis, as thoy would not listen to tho shutneful term proposed which were that we were to give up our arms. I fled down to the cellar again whero the wounded were. The firing was something awful, the shells bursting in every direction. 1 got hurt in my arm: it bled a lot, but wasn't serious. After another two hours we decided we must retreat, as tho house was in danger of catching fire. Tho wounded were got out as quickly as possible; threo had died mean while. Poor Mr. Brackonburv was dvinsr. but we had to move him, and tho moving killed him. They biought him back and put him in the cellar again, but it made one's heartache. I covoied him up and then loft him, and Joined the others on the outside. WO then movod off. 1 dodged two shells by running behind a tree. Wo went out by the' back of the house, and had to cross first a hedge of thorns, then a high mud -wall, then a liver, before we could reach the road. I hadn't even a hat and only thin house chocs on. One of these dropped off in the river, where I also got wet to the shoulders. We were fired at all the way. I lay down in a ditch about 20 times that night while they were firing, to try and escape bullets. Lived on Grass and Leaves. We left the Residency at 2 a. x. and marched all the next day and tho next night. We had to go through tho Jungles, as they were lying in wait for us all over the place, and marched at lea9$ 30 miles with no food; that was the23tn. On the morning of tho 20th, w.e struck the Cachar road. We had to eat grass and leaves; but 1 was too done up to caro much, ily feet were cut to bits, and my arm wouldn't stop bleeding, and I wos perished with cold and having got so wet in ciossing the river. Wo went on down the road, and came upon a stockade on the road, where there were crowds of the euemy. This wo had to rush, and I sprained my anklo and gave myself up for lost; but I got over somehow, and then we saw somo men running up tho hill below us. They turned out to be men from Cachar. am we were sacd, hue not ono moment too soon. I felt as i..o.igh I must break down utterly, but food und some brandy brought metomysense,und I was all right. Fin ally we reached Jlritish territory, and I took off my clothes for the first time for ten days. Household goods packed and stored. I su Havoh s kebsax, 83 Water st I TSKmWI'A Mir iween mm m Wl tiBVi mJ A FANTASTIC TALE. INTRODUCING HYPNOTIC THEORIES- wmiTEr JOB BY F. MARION CRAWFORD, Author of "Mr. Isaacs," "Dr. Claudius," "A Roman Singei? ' and Many Other Stories That Have Taken Rank as Standard Literature. CHAPTER XXVLL TJnorna struggled for a moment The Wanderer did not understand,but loosed his arms, so that she was free. She rose to her feet and stood before him. "You have dreamed all this," the said. "I am not Beatrice. "Dreamed? Not Beatrice?" she heard him cry in his bewilderment Somothing more he said, but she could not catch the words. She was already gone, through the labyrinth of many plants to the door through which, 12 hours earlier, she had fled from Israel Kafka. She ran the faster as she left him the farther behind. She passed the entrance and the passage and the vestibule beyond, not thinking whither she was going, or not caring. She found her self in that large, well-lighted room in which the ancient sleeper lay alone. Perhaps her instinct led her there as to a retreat safer even than her own chamber. She knew that if she would, there was something there which she could use She sank into a chair and covered her BEATRICE COULD face, trembling from head to foot For many minutes after that she could neither see nor hear she would hardly have felt a wound or a blow. And yet she knew that she meant to end her life, since all that made it life was ended. After a time her hands fell in a despair ing gesture upon her knees and she stared about the room. Her eyes rested on the sleeper, then upon his couch, lying as a prophet in state, the massive head raised" upon a siiiten puiow, iue vast iimDS just, outlined beneath the snow-white robe, the hoary beard flowing down over the great breast that slowly rose and fell. To her there was a dreadful irony in that usoless life, prolonged in sleep beyond the limits of human age. Yet she had thought it worth the labor and care and endless watchfulness it had cost for years. And now her own, strong, young and fresh, seemed not only useless, but lit only to be cut off and cast away, as an existence that offended God and man and, most of all, her self. But if she died then, there, in that secret chamber where she and her companion had sought the secret of life for years, if she died now how would it all end? "Was it an expiation or a flight? Would one short moment of unconscious suffering pay half her debt- . She stared at the old man '3 face with wide, despairing eyes. Many a time, unknown to Keyork and once with his knowledge, she had roused the sleeper to speak, and on the whole he had spoken truly, wisely and welL She lacked neither the lC33 courage to die, nor the greater to live. She longed but to hear one honest word, not of hope, but of encouragement, but one word in contrast to those hideous whispered promptings that had come to her in Keyork Arabian's voice. How could she trust herself alone? Her evil deeds were many so many that, although she lud turned at last against them, she could not tell where to strike. "If you would only tell me!" she cried, leaning over the unconscious head. "If you would only help mc. You are so old that you must be wise, and if so very wise, then you are good ! Wake, but this once, and tell me what is right!" The deep eyes opened and looked up to hers. The great limbs stirred, the bony hands unclasped. There. wa3 something awe-inspiring in tne ancient strength re newed and filled with a new life. "Who calls me?" asked the cl . ep voice. "I, TJnorna" "What do you ask of me?" He had risen from his couch and stood be fore her, towering far above her head. Even the Wanderer would have seemed of bnt common stature beside this man of other years, of a forgotten generation, who now stood erect and filled with a mysterious youth. "Tell me what I should do" "Tell me what you have done." Then, in one great confession, with bowed head and foldea hands, she poured out the story of her life. "And I am lost!" she cried at last "One holds my soul, and one my heart. May not my body die? Oh, say that it is right that I may die!" "Die? Die when you may yet undo?" "Undo?" "Undo and do. Undo the wrong and do the right." "I cannot The wrong is past undoing and I am past doing right." "Do not blaspheme go! Do it" "What?" "Call her that other woman Beatrice. Bring her to him, and him to her." 'And see them meet!" She covered her face with her hands, and ;? Would that not be enough? Would they not meet wouia tnevnot men oe iree" "Do yon love him still?" "With all my broken heart" ''Then do not leave his happiness to chance alone, but go at once. There is one little act of heaven's work. Still in your power. Make it aU yours. " His great hands rested on her shoulders and his eyes looked down to hers. "Is it so bitter to do right?" he asked. "It is verv bitter." she answered. Very slowly she turned, and as she moved he went beside ner, gently urging her and -Jj ' ' : PAGES 17 TO 20. THE DiarATCU seeming to support her. Slowly, through vestibule and passage, they went on and en tered together the great hall of the flowers. The Wanderer was there, alone. He uttered a short cry and sprang to meet her; but stepped back in awe of the great white-robed figure that towered by her side. "Beatricel" he cried, as they passed. "I am not Beatrice," she answered, her downcast eyes not raised to look at him, moving still forward under the gentle guid ance of the giant's hand. "Xot Beatrice no you are not she you are TJnorna! Have I dreamed all this?" She had passed him now, and still she would not turn her head. But her voice came back to him as she walked on. "You have dreamed what will very sodn be true," she said. "Wait here and Beatrice will soon be with you." "I know that I am mad," the Wanderer crfed, making one step to follow her, then stopping short. TJnorna was already at the door. The ancient sleeper laid caWind upon her head. "You will do it now," he said. '1 will do it to the end," she answered. NOT BELEITB TCTOmSA. " "Thank God that I have made you live to ten me now. She went out, alone, to undo what she had doneso ovilly welL -T The old man turned and went toward tha Wanderer, who stood still in the middle of the hall, confused, not knowing whether he had dreamed or was really mad. 'MrVhat man are yon?" he asked, as the white robed figure approached. "A man as you are, for I was once yonnjr not as you are, for I am very old, and yei like you, for I am yonng again." "You speak in "riddles. What are yoa doing here, and where have you sent TJnorna?" "When I was old, in that long time be tween, sho took me in, and I have slept bt ncath her roof these many years. She' camo to me to-day. She told me all her1, story and all yours, waking me from my; sleep, and asking me what she should doV And she is gone to do that thing, of which I told her. Wait and you will see. 863' loves yon well." "And yon would help her to get my Iqto, as she has tried to get it before?" the "Vrl. dercr asked, with rising anger. "Whaa su I to you, or you to me, that you wovi cue mmy me "You to me? Nothing. A man." "Therefore an enemy and yon would help TJnormi let mo go! This house is cursed. I will tot stay in it." The hoary giant took his arm, and the Wanderer stared at the w eight and strength of the touch. - "You shall bless this house before you leave it In this place, here where yon stand, you shall find the happiness you have sought through all the years." "In TJnorna?" The question was asked scornfully. "By TJnorna." "I do not believe you. You are mad, as I am. Would you play the prophet?" The door opened in the distance, and from behind the screen of plants Keyork Arabian came forward into the hall, his small eyes bright, his ivory face set and expressionless, his long beam waving in tho swing of his walk. The Wanderer saw him first and called to him. "Keyork come here!" he said. "Who is this man?" For a moment ICcvork seemed speechless with amazement But it was anger that choked his words. Then he came on quickly. "Who waked him?" he cried in fury. "What is this? Why is he here?" "TJnorna waked me," answered the ancient sleeper, very calmly. "TJnorna? Again? The Throe Black Angels on her! Mad again? Sleep, co back! It is not ready yet, and you will die, and I shall lose it all all alll Oh, she shall pay this with her soul in hell!" He throw himself npon the giant, in an insane frenzy, clasping his arms around the huge limbs and trying to force him back- JH wards. "Go!goI"he cried frantically. 'It may not be too late! You may yet sleep and live! Oh, my Experiment, my great Ex periment! All lost " "What is this madness?" asked the Wan derer. "You cannot carry him, and he will not go. Let him alone." . "Madness?" veiled Kevork. turninir on him. "You arc the madman, yon the fool, who cannot understand! Help me to move him you are strong and young together we can take him back he mav yet sleep and live he must and shall! 1 "mr it! TjJts- your hands on him you will not help me?, Then I will curse vou'till yon do" " 1 "Poor Keyork!" exclaimed the TVanS dcrcr, half-pitvwsr him. "Your Biir. . thoughts have craccd your little brain at' '. last.3 ; "Poor Keyork! You call me poor Kevork? You boy! Youpuppctl Yon ball, that wa - nave oanaiea to and iro, nan sleeping, hauL awake! It drives me mad to see yoa stand- ' ing there, scoffing, instead of helping me!" "You are past my help, I fear." "Will you not move? Arc yon dead al ready, standing on your feet and staring at me?" Again Keyork threw himself npon tha nuge 0111 man, ana stamped and struggled ; and tried to move him backwards. He might as well have spent his strength, against a rock. Breathless, but furious stiUyy he desisted atlast, too much beside himself J to see tnat he w&ose sudden death be feared! "?,: J i. t A - fes: ,.&.. K34&&, BUSES
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