onsiderably
more than less. However, no one would have noticed this in my appearance
or demeanor. I rode directly to Elizabeth's door, hitched my horse, and
went into the house. The moment my wife saw me she cried out:

"For God's sake get out of this house and out of town as soon as you
can; they have been watching for you ever since yesterday; they've got a
warrant for your arrest; don't stay here one moment."

I asked her if she was willing to follow me, and she said she would
do so if she only dared but her brother had made an awful row, and had
sworn he would put me in prison anyhow; I had better go back to New York
and await events. I started for the door, and was unhitching my horse,
when the brother and a half dozen more were upon me. I sprang to the
saddle. 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
po