Democratic Sentinel, Volume 11, Number 31, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 2 September 1887 — JESSE POMEROY’S LATEST ATTEMPT. [ARTICLE]

JESSE POMEROY’S LATEST ATTEMPT.

The Notorious Boy Murderer’s Cunning Attempt to Set Himself Free. [Boston dispatch. J Jesse Pomeroy, the boy murderer, made another well-planned and desperate attempt to escape from the Charlestown Stati Prison a few nights ago by sawing through the bars of his cell. It was purely by accident that the young murderer’s plan was discovered. It was so cautiously matured that he would have otherwise succeeded. On Pomeroy's person were found two line saws of the best chilled steel and a quantity of gelatine which ho had used to hide his work. Last Friday night Keeper Winslow went his rounds as usual, and while waiting to be relieved by the next watch leaned accidentally against the grating of the window which opens from the corridor opposite Pomeroy’s cell into the prison yard. To Winslow’s amazement, the great inch and a half bars yielded. He pressed his hand against them, and two of the bars fell to the pavement below. The entire watch was aroused, and they instinctively began the search of the prison with Pomeroy’s cell. By testing the bars in the little window of the young murderer’s cell, it was found that enough of them had been sawed through to admit the passage of a man’s body. They were held in place by gelatine, colored by the bits of steel filings so that it could not be detected. There was no dust or bits of iron to be seen, and the work had been done as carefully as it must have been done noiselessly, to escape the ears of the watchman. Pomeroy was at once searched, and two steel saws were foun4 secreted in the lining of his prison jacket. He was furious at the discovery of his plot, and declared that if they had given him time in the corridor window he would have killed the watchman in his ward and made his escape. It should be woman’s office to move in the midst of practical affairs and to gild them all, the very homeliest, were it even the scouring of pots and kettles, with an atmosphere of loveliness and joy.—Hawthorne.