They tried to stop me; the
over-eager brother even caught me by the foot; but I dashed through
the crowd and rode like mad to Jersey City, returned the horse to
the livery stable, crossed the ferry to New York, went to my hotel,
got my trunk, and started for Hartford, Conn., where I arrived in
the evening.
This was in the month of June, 1854. I went to the old Exchange
Hotel in State street, and very soon acquired a good practice.
Indeed, it seems as if I was always successful enough in my medical
business-my mishaps have been in the matrimonial line. When I had
been in Hartford about three months, and was well settled, I thought
I would go down to New York and see a married sister of Elizabeth's,
who was living there, and try to find out how matters were going on
over in Newark. That I found out fully, if not exactly to my
satisfaction, will appear anon.
When I called at the sister's house, the servant told me she was
out, but would be back in an hour; so I left my name, promising to
call again. I returned again at one o'clock in the afternoon, and
the sister was in, but declined to see me. As I was coming down the
steps, a policeman who seemed to be lounging on the opposite side of
the street, beckoned to me, and suspecting nothing, I crossed over
to see what he wanted. He simply wanted to know my name, and when I
gave it to him he informed me that I was his prisoner. I asked for
what? and he said "as a fugitive from justice in New Jersey."
This was for taking the pains to come down from Hartford to inquire
after the welfare of my wife! whose sister, the moment the servant
told her I had been there, and would call again, had gone to the
nearest police station and given information, or made statements,
which led to the setting of this latest trap for me.
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