Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 4, Number 35, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 28 February 1874 — Page 6

LOVE'S COMING. BY MRS. D. M. JORDAN

Break into beautiful blossoms, O buds of the sunny May, And Mo|i

nd sing, my f«ti and Was bU*Vf ,#,-£ UTorn riMWt earol to d*y~nor mar i*v bai vrtUn a krttar, And Uw world ItiUte taaeHe la casting witn the roses j. js & II,

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wtea d^Tbuds Of the roses

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Break Into artfitoi and btoaajni*, O birds and trod* of spring Lille*, vomer your frafraoee,

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In tbe beautiful day* of June, foray low is oomln* to see n*e« AndWwo^lsaUlntune."

[From Scribner's St. Nicholas]

Snowed Jn.

AN INCIDENT OF THE GREAT STORM OF THE WINTER OF 1872.

'When will you be home, father?' 'The day after to-morrow. If I start immediately, I can be there by eight or sine o'clock. Tbe snow looks as though it might bo deep. I shall pot Bob and Grey to thosleigb, and take Jack with roe.**

It will be so lonely, and, wmAbov, I wish you were not going.' Tbegiri stooped ana opened the stove door, furtively wiping her eyes with ber apron. •8a do I, Beckie, bat I must go. I am Huston's principal witness, and should 'feel very sorry if, for want of my testimony, he lest his farm.'

I know it "is right, and I should not care so much if Jack would be here, bnt——'

I shall stop at neighbor Uties' and get Aunt Liezie to come over she said she would do so. Jof is to bring her, and stay and milk and do tbe feeding while I am gone.' ii H.it

Bee ie.bnghtened up at this. L«fc J«ck get ready,while 1 put some wood and coal in the shed to be handy, then I will take a bite and be off.' ifltfr. Wilson was aNew England man, who, finding some difficulty in making a living out of his'stony ^wtato patch,' .as h» called tbe few acres *e owned in •his native state, bad emigrated to tbe West and settled on one the rich prairies that there abound. He bad imarried a thrifty, active girl, daughter •of a neighboring farmer, and he now •owned a large farm, with comfortable house and outhouses. His dwelling was rattier isolated, being some distance from sny traveled road*

His wife had riled six months previous, leaving hiin with five children. Jack, the eldest, was turned of fourteen. Beckie was in her thirteenth year. James was ten Will, eight and the baby, a girl, was seven months old.

Since their mother^ death, Beckie had (vied to aupply ber place to tbe other children. She had taken all the oareof the baby, and was, as her father called her, a 'little mother/ Mr. Wilson bad been summoned to the county town, as a witness on a trial involving the ownership of a friend's farm, and although the weather was stormy and oold, ne Celt that be must go.

Keep up cho fires, Beckie,' he said, while eating bis pie 'there is wood and coal enough in tbe shed to last until I get back, and take good oare of Jamie and the baby.*

Yea,' she replied adding, 'How it does*oow, and it has grown colder!' When tbev had started, Beckie stood nntll tbey drove out of the yard and tbe curtain of fast-falling snow almost bid them from ber sight. 1 never did see it snow so,' she said to Jamie. *1 wish Joe would come—be is such good company.'

A silent hour passed, interrupted only by Will's laugh, as he lay on the floor playing with baby. Beckie began to feel uneasy, for tbe short winter day was drawing to a close, and neither Aunt Lizzie nor Joe had come. 'I have been watching the snow, Bookie. I cannot see tbe garden fence, tbe fl-tkea fell so thick. I hope father and Jack will be safe,' said Jamie, as she stepped into tbe sitting-room to get tbe broom. She bad gone into tbe shed for something, and was surprised at the depth of the snow. She went to' the window and looked out.

There was not a goose nor a duck to beseon. The chiokens had been driven from under the lilao bashes, where tbey usually took refuge in a storm.

Again she wished Aunt Lixaie and Joe would come. She began to feel a sort «r dread too,and was a little frightened at tbe aspect of things. Every jnotpent the storm Increased in violence. Outside things were buried in the snow a gloom was creeping oyer tbe wboitf landscape. She could scarcely distinguish objects she knew to be only a lew yards distant.

She opened tbe door again, and went out into (to shed. As sbo aid so, she beard the favorite cow, Crumples, lowiflg. give a long, tow bellow. •She Is at tbe cow-house door and wants to get in,' she said to herself 'I will milk her, for Joe may not come, and baby most have her supper.'

She took down an old coat of her tether's and buttoned herself in it,drew on Jack's eow-bide boots, tied up ber bead and ears in a comforter, then, opening the door into tbe sttttng-room, Kite told Jamie to stay In there a»d look after Will and the baby, took ber milk pail and started. She stopped,

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when ahn reached tbe door of abed, «onfi»ttoded Mr depth of ft, bnt

tbe snow.

Mbe plunged into ©on.' eoarage, bestdws

found she eontd not goon. Beokte wis a girl of «qqt«« v. which she had a spirit of adventure. Bbe did not think there wss any espenlal danger. It was a dreadful storm, there waa eiaitement in breasticg It, Mad It would be something to tell of afterwards besides, she mn*t b*ve the milk tor baby—tbaft waa tbe psramonnt idea now. As she recovered from ber ftynt plunge abo tbongbt of aklnd'of cnow boe t»er father bad made, and she slopped ba«k Into tbe abed, and, with •oma difficulty, e*trl©*ttki it. it wss a lonK stout atMc, at tbe s»d of which fwtened a broad, flat pieos of Wfd, like a boe, only many times laraer. Cntttnc a plnee of tbe oioUves lint tbtt boiift UMrit tied her milk Sail by it aroond her waist then put&<1C the bandk of ber snow-hoe against her breast, holding with both bands, she pi eased ©»f«a«b*ng atraok tor ber•slf As she went by tbe dog-kennel tbe animal barked and jumped towarrtS her, and she ^ofmod la tbe deep snow and nnobalnnd bim.

Tha alooru bad so lnoreaseo, she could a£«*J# tbe b«rn yrd. Resnhing the f»»ta between tbe two y*rda, she waa I*&***& to go back, bnt again sba beard Cram-

and snow esmn eo violently she otmld s^roely stand up agalaMit, and would

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bave fatten bat lor thesoov-fcoo, which ^Itta^bsiMi reached tboeow.bonse. Crumples »nd another oow stood there. Fortunately tbe snow had, in a mesanm, drifted away from tbe flow-house door, and wan piled ag-ti^ a* a fence a few feet otf. With two or three digs of ber aoowboe she cleared It away, ao as sufficiently for the an* ^Passing in herself, sm

to open the do imala to go in. bad to ait down momeat before sbe cooki do anything* although the gatb 9ring siootu tbere alarmed ber.

In an «oiclement, and with a fierce anxiety about getting back, she went to work and milked both the oowst throw them corn, ran into tbe barn for Wand then sbe tbonght of the horses In ibeatabla »beg*va them oats, shook tbe bsy in their mangers, and waa hastening ont, ben she saw the milk cans which ber father bad left on a bench tbere. Sba seised tbem, and pouring the milk into them, put tbe tope on securely, and tied tbem around ber waist. It was dark, almost, in tbe b*rn, sbe got oat sa quickly aa she could, fastened the oow-bonne door, and once more was amid tbe raging elemenla.

Confused, sba steed, scarcely know Imrwbieb way to go. There was no sign ofibe path sho bad made. Could sbe fl#bt her wsy back 1 be fury of ihe tempeat bad so Increased, it »®e»»ed tbougb nothing oould liv© In it. Sbo wt«e almost nnmb with cold -—but the children! tbe baby 1 With no spoken words, but with tbe spirit of Peter's •S*ve me, I perish,'in her heart, she attempted to nrttss on.

Blindly abe went, staggering under the weight of tbe milk, which she cloag to aa life for baby, the flak dashing In her face with a force that almost took her breath, and the wind rocking ber aa tbougb abe were a reed.

Sbe wss so oold abe could not stand this much longer. Sbe would soon drop. Sbe would be iroaen to death,sbe kuew but even aa sbe thought this, sbe pushed on. Sbe most be near the gate sbe tried to see it, but tbere might as well have been a wall before her.

Tbe wind swept by in a (earful gust that recked ber back and forth, although she waa walled up, as it were, on each side. What wss that it bad bared just in hor path The roof of tbe dog kennel 7 Yes, it was and sbe was then inside the yard, only about thirty feet from tbe sbed. She put her bands straight out before her, and, with all strength, made her way forward. Would she never get tbere She could not stand it muoh longer. Jusjt tben, her outstretched hand* oats»« with slinging foroe against tbe shed. She gave a t-ry of joy staggered slong,feeling for tbe opening found it and, for a socond, stood tbere gasping.

Even in that instant it seemed as though she would be eovered up. The fctorm shrieked and bowled like an army of demons.

Sbe never oould tell bow she reached the kitchen door, and got within. All sbe did know was that she waa aroused by Jamie's crying that sbe found hersett upon the kitchen floor beside a mass of snow ber milk safe and that it was quite dark.

Sbe was not conscious that she a girl of thirteen, had accomplished a feat that night which many strong, brave men had lost tbeir lives in attempting, —the feat of going a dosen yards in that storm.

She was very weak, and ber limbs ached, and she could not drag herself to the stove to renew the fire, now low. Jamie put in fuel, while sbe shivered and trembled. It seemed as though her blood had frosea in ber veins. The baby waa crying. Sbe attempted to get up, but fell back, and burst into teas. Frightened at ber appearance and manner, Jamie began to sob, and this aroused ber.

Get tba^baby's bottle, Jamie, and warm her some milk.' Jamie wiped his eyes, and did as she told bim.

Jamie fed the baby, and sbe sat by tbe stove, leaning over it. The children must have tbeir supper but she felt bersaif totally unable to drag ber self about. She remembered somthigbly spiced blackberry cordial ber mother had madeand kept for nick ess. Jamie got her some. Sbe drank almost a tea-cupful, then dragged herself to tbe settee, and laid down. She fell asleep, and was only awakened by Will's tugging at her dress.

Beckie! Beckie! I want some supper and it is so dark 1' Sbe got np so much revived, that she hastened to get a light, put tbe tea-ket-tle on, and set tbe table. When sh« tried to draw the shatters abe could not mova vbem the snow waa banked up ag .Inst ibe windows, and fell In on tbe floor. It was with difficulty she could close tbe window again.

Beckie waa so very anxious that sbe could not eat any supper. Will had a good appetite bnt Jamie complained of a beadHcbe, and said be did not want any. Beckie persuaded bim to to the table and drink a cup of tea, Sbe took tbe babv up, and aat there feeding it notil 'they were done then sbe laid it in its cradle, for it bad gone to sleep.

After getting coal and wood for tbe night, from the abed,—and tbece was not much there,—sbe went np stairs to see if there waa any flre. Sbo slept up tbere with tbe babv. and tbe boys' bed waa down in their father's room. Turning tbe damper ia tbe stove, the room was aoon warm. 8be told tbe boys to get Into one of tbe beds In ber room, beard Will say his prayers, na dresaed the baby, and went to bed herself.

Wearied with tbe day's exertions, sbe slept soundly. It was later than usual, and Intensely oold, whenishe got up tbe next awrnin t. Her first glance out tbe window «bowad they were bnried in snow. As far as bar eye oould reach, tbere waa a trackleas waste of white, unbroken by a single object. The barn appeared half bnried, the coal shed waa not to be seen but the storm bad abated. Her first thought waa offkther and Jack. Had they roadbed in safety? Her next thought, as abe proceeded to make tbe fire, waa, what should they do for fuel There waa only that one little pite in tho kitchen.

She went down stain. Every window was blocked up. Sbe m«w a lira to get breakfast, nbd then opened the door. A sheet of white faced ber. Bbe clewed it quickly, fearing tbe snow would fell In upon ber: and, utterly appalled, aat dewn and orled. What were th«y to do? No on a could get to them. Tbcy bad not mora than enough last doting tba day.

Presently sbe dried hrrteara^and aat for a few momenta thinking. Then aba got np, Hgbted a Uwip, ^ent about preparing breakfast, drawing tbe table aa cloae to U»a atota as poasible.

When sba went np stairs theftbll* drsn wore awake. Jamie fretted, and complained of bia head and bis throat be coughed, and bad fover. Sbe told bim to lie still and she would bring him eoms coffee and aba and Will went down to thHr a*«al»

She bad iM*rnsirt» what to do and »ft«r soothing Jamie, and telling bim

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TEKKK-H A CITE 8AH'iVlAY EVENING MAIL. FEBRUARY '2S. 1874.

hgu bar prajwratlone. Sba must itiove np a&aira and keep bnt ooe are. Beaidee tbe small (quantity of 0«al. there waa vary little oil. All waa darknvaa down stairs. Tbe wind seemed to have blown tba snow before it across tbe prairie, and walled tbem in.

Sbe carried a bench np staira, and aat It in tba ball, and nn this abe pat ber dtabee and eatablee: took the baby 'a cradle and a crock of milk up (bow glad aha waa sbe had tbe milk I), moved a stand and trunk ont of tbe room, and put a table In tbeir place.

It waa a dreadfully weary day and aba waa glad when the time came to get dinner. Thedifflcultlea of cooking on tbe little chamber wove occupied her and Will waa Immensely amnaed at the small table oft which they had to eat. .'.There waa noiae at tho door, and when they opened it Rover, tbe dog, walked in. He bad been leftdown staira, and forgotten. Will fed bias, and be atretched himself beaide atove, wagging bia tail whenever tbey spoke to him.

Jamie would cat nothing—be waa really ill. Beckie saw that, bat abe did not know what to give bim. Tbe baby and be ocoapied ber atteaition ail tbe afternoon.

Sbe got aupper ready early and put Will to bed. Sbe waa very much alarmed about Jamie, and frightened when abe aaw bow little coal tbere waa left not more than enough to make a fire in the morning. What abo«ld sbe dot They muat nave fire. Sbe went into the oellar and knocked a couple of barrela to pieces, and carried the stavea up staira.

She slept little, for Jamie toaaed and threw bia arma out over bia bead, and the cover off bim, and called'water] water!' every few momenta. Sbe bad to keep up tbe fire for fear be would get cold aud when daylight came, and sbe awoke from an uneasy sleep in which abe had fallen, tbere was only a couple of barrel stavea left.

She must keep the children warn, and abe aald to herself, 'I will do it if I must burn up all the furniture In tbe bouse.'

Dressing herself warmly, she again visited the cellar. Tbere waa an old barrel in the corner sbe bad overlooked on removing Botne bits of iron from it, sbe found about a bushel of coal. 8he carried this up stairs, and with tbe stayea of tbe barrel, soon bad a bright, warm fire, and a good breakfast set out for Will and herself. Jamie was so ill be did not notice anything: and tbe baby, who was always good, alept. From the window was' to be seen only tbe same dreary waste of unbroken snow.

All her energies this day were taxed to keep tbe nre going. Sbe dreased Will and the baby aa warmly as poasi ble,and collected and burnt every available small article in the house. The potato masher, the wash-board, the tubs, tbe shelves in the cellar and tbe kitchen, the steps leading to the cellar, tbe clothes-horse, the bread-board and rolling-pin were all split In pieces, and carefully put in tbe stove, with bits of coal to make them last longer. Before dark they went to bed, for tbere was not more than enough oil in the house to last a couple of bours. Jatnie did not any longer know her he lay muttering in delirium.

Tbe morning dawned, and it was the game as before. All night—although nearly overcome with drowsiness and fatigue—she bad watched Jamie bathed his hot head, and put water to his lips. It was all she could do. Help must come with tbe day. She would not give np.

She used the last of the fuel to make up tho fire, and managed to make the kettle boil. After she had taken some .coffeand Will bad eaten bis breakfast, she left him at play with Rover, and went below stairs and there silting don n, had a hearty cry. Sbe believed Jamie was dying. Sbo did net know what to do for 'hiui. What should she do? Why did not father come? Was he dead? Then she thought, 'He will come if be is alive. Tbe children must not see me cry.' She wiped her eyes. 'I must split up this table to burn.'

She lifted the axe and struck apiece off the edge—another—then abe beard Rover bark again and again he barked. 'Will is making him, and be will disturb Jitmle sbe thought, and she dropped tbe axe and ran up staira.

Beckie 1 Beckie 1' called W1H, as she opened tbe door, 'Rover is so funny, be jumped up at the window and keepa wagging bis tail and barking.',

A look out of tbe window showed ber, something moving over tbe prairie to warda the bouse. Sbe could not tell what it waa for the ahowering of anow that accompanied it. 'Someone is coming! Some one Is coming 1' sbe exclaimed.

As it neared, the do^ Sprang up and down, resting his pawn on the window sill, and barking louder and louder, ana Will stood bfside him, making little springs and screaming.

It is father, Beckie It is father 1' We can see best now in tbe other room wrap this sb iwl around you Beckie darted through the door, and threw open a window tu tbe adjoining cbadiber. Hover spr»og up, put his bead and moat of liisbody out—looked as though bo wished t»» leap—then drew back, as tbougb afrid, and barked more furiously than ev«r.

Now the barn hid the object—it was in tbe barn-yard. It hoeuitKi to move slowly and take time—a long time to the eager lookers-on—to advance. Rovnr bttrked frantically and, aa If In ans *er,a voice from the moving mass, in which they began to diatinguisb flg ures, called:

Beckie Beckie 1*

It la father! It is father! l'es, yes!' Sbo ran down and opened tbe ltltch•ndoor. Now aboeonld bear but oould not him. She ran back again and nailed ont. and then down Into the kitchen. Tbey were working outside. In a few iiiomnnta something scattered tbe anow rigbt and left—she waa covered with it—«nd ber father burst Into tbo kitchen.

Beckie! where are you all?' Hero, father!' Sbe waa hanging Ob bim.

All safe?' Yes but Jamie Is so 111.' He made a step towards tbo sitting" room door.

We have no sba pointed to the table. *1 bat* burnt np aim oat ev*rptbmg.*

He bad Will tn bia arms be atepped to the door. •Men! tb«jf bave no lire} nbewas chopping up tbe table/ He turned to ber. "Where are Jamie and tba babv? I waa afraid you would all be froaen to death I'

He went tip stairs, took up tbo baby and kissed It, looked at Jiilile. 'TfeankOod is no worst* baaaid.

The man was* building a tire In tba kltehon, and there waa aoon another bitx!tig in the sitting-room.

Mr. Wilson'a first caro waa tn attend to J«eni«. He waa aoeoatouted to prescribe for bia children wben tbey were HI, and he bad rued lei no in the bouse. Soon be waa aoated, with Will on bia knooand Beekie oluaa bealda and leaninc agminet bim, tho flre burning

to Hostlll and try to Bleep, and invlng brightly, *bUe abe toid her story. Will a picture book to amuse him, abe He prwwed her close to hltn, kissed

ber, pattrd ber bead* and called bar a heroic little mother. O. how proud be waa! Then bo Wild bor how be and Jaek had been caniftbt in tbe storm. Tbey bad lost tba ro*d and were unable to toll where tbay wore, but kept on, on for tbeir Uvea at laat be became eo exbanated and cold, tbe reina dropped from bia hand a, and ho fell tbe bottom of the aleigh. Then Jack, who waa warmly wrapped in an extra bear robe, seized the reins and drove, tbey could not toll wbithor. Nigbt began to come on. After a time tbey beard some one calling, and anawerinc,found tbey bad approached a dwelling, tbo owner of which, lantern in hand, bad come out to unloose bia dog, and bad beard Crura pies' bell, which waa tied on one of tbe horses.

Tbey were taken into tbe bouse. Mr. Wiiaon waa ao exbanated he bad to be put to bed. Upon inquiry they discovered that inatead of being near as they supposed, tbey were not half way there tbey bad been going round and round in a circle.

The nest morning tbey were appalled at tbe extent of tbo atorm. Troubled and anxieua concerning bia children, Mr. Wiiaon bad in vain endeavored to get help to so to their aaaistance. There waa no one there to help bim and tbo day waa spent in digging tbeir way to tho barns and outhouses, relieving tbe cattle and procuring fuel. Tbe day after, they succeeded in putting together something tbat answered as a anow plough, and accompanied by Mr. 8taines and bis son, at wboae house tbey hAd been sheltered, and joined by others whose homes tbey bad paaaed, bad made all haate possible to tbe children's aaaistance. Tbey were obliged to stop one night,but had started again at daylight next morning. Galling at Mr. Giles' he bad learned tbat Joe and "Aunt Lizzie' bad atarted, but, affrighted at tbe storm, had turned back. Then his snziety was increased for be know, from tbe out-of-the-way situation or the house, there was scarcely a probability of any aid but bis reaching tbem.

I feared to find you all dead and but for you, 'little mother,'it would have been so.'

A f«w days afterwards, when Jack reached home, be gave an account ol tbe suffering snd loss of life which tbe storm h»d caused.

Long will tbey remember the great anow storm of the winter of 1872.

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Kill or Cure.?

A STORY OF THE AMERICAN civil war.

'The Major is a capital fellow, Doctor,' I said, as we sauntered out to smoke our cigars in the garden after au early dinner 'but he ongbt to be more merciful to us wretched bachelors. What with charming wife and that exemplary baby, be makes it difficult to respect the tenth commandment.' •You admire Mra. Lsyton?' 'Admire her! If sbe were not* CBarlie's wife I should fall head over heels in love with her. I have seen fairer faoes, but for dear, pretty, delicate womanly ways I never met hsr equal.' 'You couldn't understand a m£Q thirating for her blood 'Good gracious! A wretch who could touch one of ber golden Lairs richly deserves to be crucified-' 'And yet for many days she was in deadly peril of her life.' 'For ber fortune?' 'She bad none.' 'Don't tell me, Doctor, that an innocent creature like that could give anyone cause for revenge,' •No: I won't,tell you-$ny thing of the sor .' |f» •I think I see. Some one was madly in love with her.' 'If you were to guess till this day out you would not find tbe cause,' said my friend. Let us sit down here, and I will explain. It's no secret I wonder the Major has not told you.' 'Down here' was a rustic seat that the Maior'H pretty wife bad mtide at the una of his garden, close to where a little rill, soon to be lost in the blue Hudson, tinkled its way through his grounds.' 'During the war,' began the doctor, 'I served in tbe rrmy in the same regiment with an old schoolmate. He was as fine a soldier as ever drew Jword bale, hearty, and sound of mind and body: eager to seo service, and he aaw plenty. I thought that be bore a charmed life, till one day he was oar» risd into the hospital teut in a bad way. A ball bad entered tbe shoulder, glanced on the clavicle (what you call the collar-bone), and had gone—somewhere. That was all we could tell, for there was no other orifice but whether it b*d passed upordown ort&ken some erratic course round about, such as balls will take, we knew not. and no probing could find out. Well, bo recovered, went North to regain his strength, and for nearly three years lost sight of him. When the war was over, and wben I bad begun to practice as a civilian in New York, I met him again. But how changed! He was a liviHg skeleton, and 1 saw in a moment that he had become habituated to opi um. Do you know what that means? No? Well, throw a bucket of water in to a piano, and tbea light afire under it, and its strings will not be more out of tune than an bplum-stxfbker'a nerves are out of order. He aaked me if bo might call on me at ray offlco, and of course I sssentedt but It was days bofore be came, and when be did arrive I knew tbat ho bad boon preparing himself for a fight with himself. Some foolish pausnts come prepared to hide the truth, some to magnify their ills. It is part of ©or business, in serious ciises, to examine a man's mind before we ask about bis body, and hardened o» a surgeon must be, I oonfeaa tbat tho condition of my poor friend frightened me. There was an expression in his eye tbat I had never seen in any saao being, and wbat made this worse, was tbe calm business-like manner In which be apoko. He told mo tbat aoou after bo had (apparently) recovered from ids wound be began toauffer paina in bio bead, which baa increased In severity Mil tbey beoosM to agonising tbat bo bad resource to opiates to alleviate tbem. 'But I bave not come to consult you abouttbla,' bo said 'this I can bear—must bear. Would to God that tliey always tearing me! Tbo worst ia wh»»n tbey are not.' *They loafo you wrjr oroakf' I auggeated. *They leavo me,* ft# replied quite calmly, 'with a burning, alf but unconquerable, desire to take human life.'

I am not generally a nervous man, bdt I started, and looked round me for some weapon of defense. Dont bo afraid,' bo continued, with a sad »mi!«s the fit is bOt on mo now, I should not bave come If It bad boon. I have boon nearly starved once or twice, not daring to leftvo my room. I can conquer my madness now tbe question Is bow long can I continue to do eo. 1 f*el It growing upon me. I feel my power of rosistawca becoming weaker and weaken tbo craving for blond getting stronger and atrongor, lam like a uiiui Who has slipped over a precipice,

and feola tbe earth and abrubstowbiob bo clings, slowly, alowly, surely, surely, giving way with him. I have brooght wretched enro ont of tbo atreot and killod tbem in my flnw in tbo hope to exhauat it on them. It is no use. I must bave human life.

Any human life?' 1 inquired, 'or some one in particular?* Why do you aok this. Doctor?' bo cried, getting suddenly excitad. •4 No matter goon.*

Sometimes,' he resumed. *11 seems tbat any life would do and eomettmea —Doctor, four days before I aaw you met upon aNew Jersey ferry-boat a young girl.. So nr«tty, so refined, and nice! I followed bor to her homo—ibe devil tbat has taken possession of me led me. Sbo went In, and soon came out again into her little garden, and tended ber flowers—poor child! Doe* tor, if! bad had a pistol with me I abould have ahot her. You may emile: but some day soon I aball take a pistol on purpose and shoot ber.*

It was dearly no ooe arguing with him. Tbo beet wsy with such people ia to admit their facta and try to work round tbem.

Then,' aald I, 'the only thing you oan do is to aubmit to tbo restrictions of an asylum till this feeling baa

It will not pass. If I were to go to a mad-bouse I should sbam sane. Sooner or later their vigilance over me would be relaxed. Then I should murder my keeper and go atrsight for that innocent girl.'

Then leave tba oountry.* Weil, that would aavo bor but, Doctor, one life ia aa dear to its holder as another. If I don't kill her I shall kill some one else.'

My dear fellow,' I replied in aa light atone aa I conld assume, theee fancies are curable. Put yourself un der skilled medical treatment. You are all to bita, physically, Get sound In body, and you'll get all right in your mind.'

On the contrary, I am alt to bita, as you aay mentally, and my body Buffers through my mind. Medical treatment! I bave consulted every practitioner ol note bore and in Europe. Some think I'm fooling tbem some look wise, and talk aa you do about 'treatment.' All have failed. Doctors are no use to me.'

Then may I ask why yoa have come here?' To ask youradvice as a friend,' bo answered, drawing bis chair nearer to me, 'and,' lowering his voice, 'to ask you one question aa a friend and a Godffkring man, and to which I pray you to give me a plain yea or no&

Go on.' wr -i Feeling as I feel, sbsll I bejastified before God in tsking my own life? Will it be deadly ain for me to do for myself what I would do to a mad dog?'

I'repeat his words almost aa he spoke them. I cannot give you tbe faintest idea of tbe solemn deliberation with which be put this awful question. For some moments I oould not say a word. Then I started tip and told him that I would not answer yes or no— that it was not fair to ask me to take each a responsibilty. Then be rose, too, and said that he must resolve it for himself, and I saw plainly which way It would go. 'Give me till to-morrow to think it out,' I said, detaining bim. '1To-morrow may bo too late,' he replied. 'The fit may come upon me .to-night lor all I know.' "Come home with me I'm not afraid. You won't hurt me,' I said. 'I would try very hard not to do so —but—I know myself. I cannot trust myself. Don't you trust- me.' "I will trust you but I'll do more. You are not armed, I suppose 'No,' be replied with a shudder,' 'not now.' 'I'll take care that you shall not be, and I'll carry my Derringer In my pocket. On the firat indication of homicidal mania I give you my word I'll shoot—and I'll shoot straight.' I said this to satiafy him, poor fellow In his weak state I could have laid bim down like a child. It did satisfy bim, and we went home together. I led him to talk of our old soldiering days, and gradually got him back to his wound. I made him describe tbe first sensations of pain in bis bead, and repeat all that his different medical advisers had said. I happened to have a strong preparation of haabeesh by me. I gave him a dose, and whilst under its influence 1 carefully examined his head. Now tbe head, you must know, does not fatten or waste away in proportion to other parts of tbe body. Still bis had become mere akin and bono and this state, perhaps, gave me an advantage over others who bad made tho same examination. At last I felt, or thought I felt, a faint twitching—ft sort of abnormal pulsation—about two Inches above the left ear. It might bo merely nervous, bat it might be caused by tbe ball. 'I then set my mind to work and thought tbe whole case over steadily. In the first- place, was that Impulse to take human life, of which my poor friend had spoken, really uncontrollable? For example, suppose tbat one day he did take a pistol *on purpose,' and go to that young lady's gardenwould be thoot bor? To suppose tbat tbe Insane mind never changes Its purpose, or turns from tbo fell completion of its purpose, Is to say in otber words that the Insane mind to stronger than the sane mind. If a man with a freshly brokep leg were to tell you ho waa going to run a foot-race, you would not. believe him, because your common sense revolt! agalust the idea of bis running with a leg disabled. But if one with his brain diaabled declares tbat he la going to do something dependent upon the action of hia mind, common souse does not argue so well, **ln tbe second place, did my poor friend with bis impaired means of judgment believe that tbo impulse was nocontrollable? Booanoe If be did tbe end would be tbe samo ao far aa he was concerned. He would sacrifice his own life to protect that of others, tbougb they were In no actual danger.

In tbe third place, might not this story of tho Impulse be a mere pretense to excuse tbe oommioMon of suicide? New, there are no forms of madness more obscure in their origin, moro difficult to detect, more persistent, and more fatal than suicidal mania and as there havo been numerous Oaseo In which persona who bfcve destroyed tbem selves havo carefully prepared evidence tending to show- that their death waa accidental, why sbonld there not be one In which the fatal act waa to' be (no rar aa possible! justified

In tho fourth place, granting that tbere was either rofd homicidal or fan* d«kl homicidal mania tending to suicidal, or simply tb« latter, woo there a possibility or cure?

As the three first ^orations rostfed for tbeir solution on oao sot of facto and tbedoduottono to bo drawn therefrom, I consider tbem together. A victim of suicidal mania raroly, if over, speak* of suicide. When a man says bo is going to drown himself, ym* may generally direct htm to the cars that will take him to the riverside with the falleet conviction tbat he will not breakfast with crabs, tf, In an exceptional oaoo, suicide Is ntlonod, it will oitbor bo treated lightly aa an act tbat ia not a

crime, or ibo patient will be vary earneat in bis assurances that he would never commit It. Remembering my poor fHend'a manner, I notloed tbat be spoke of taking bis own life with much more emotion than b* evinced who* be told mo of tbo impulse to shad tho blood of others. His word*, 'I must havo human life If 2 had had a pistol with me I sbonld have ahot her aomo day soon I shall take a pistol on perpooo and shoot bor I abould moroer mv keeper and go atralgbt fur tbat innocent girl,' wore spoken as calmly as though be aald, 'I owe $6, I must go and pay tbem,' and, at the eante tiuie, with a tone of deep oommiseratlon for tbe predestined victims. Tbay wore to die for no fault of tbeir own, but they were doomed to death—If be !fv«d. When, on tbe other hand, bo spoke of saving tbeir lives at tbo aaoriftco of his own, hia manner was changed. No ooe atflioted with auioidal mania over treated self-destruction with the horror, the oonsoiousneos of its wickedness, snd tbo roiigiono dpnbto aa t« ita being pardonable under any circumstances, with which be oonakfered it. He had never once apokeu of murder as a crime.

After along and oarefol consideration, I oame to tbo following conclusions:

Ho is not laboring under suicidal mania.

Hia impulse is real, and will havo fetal reoul to.

Confinement in an asylnut would hsve no curative effect. Then I took down my books beariug upon tbo anatomy pi the human boad. 'The next morning I addressed him thus: 'Before I aaawer you as to whether you would be juatifiod before God, under tbe impulae you bave told me of, in taking your own life to-save tbat of another, you must unawer me several questional *Go on,' be said.

'When you consulted those doctors, did you toll them all yon havo told me?' "No I did not dare. I aaid that I had horrible thoughts and cravings, but without entering into details as to wbat tbey were. Once I went so fer as to say that I feared I was becoming dangerous, and tbe fool smiled.'

'Good. Did you ever speak of searching for tbat ball 'Yes they said itwight be the cause of sufferings, supposing it bad lodged nesr the brain, but tbat no one would take tbe responsibility of searching for it—so to speak—in the dark.'

'Tbey were right the operation might kill you and the ball be rot found after all.'

He looked up, and tho dull, dejected look tbat bad beooma habitual paased from bis face.

'And even if It woro found,' I went on, 'its extraction might oanse your death all tbe same.'

He laid his hand on mv arm and tried to speak, but bo-could not. 'Still it would give you a chance— jnst a chance of moro than life.' His grasp tightened. 1 could ieel bis heart beating. 'And submitting to such an operation—almost hopeless tbougb it bo—would not be quite suicide.'

He fell on bis knees and sobbed like a child. 'You'll do it?' he cried: 'God Almighty bless you You'll do ft?'

Well,' said my friend, lighting^* fresh cigar, 'to make my .story abort, I did it with tbe assistance or a young surgeon, whose nerve I could trust. We fonnd that miserable pteoe of lead near where I baa anspecfeed it to be. It was just a case of touch and go. Had my knife wavered twice the breadth of its own edge—bad tbo as«iBtant been unsteady with the foroeps—-it would have been fatal. I don't want to appear vain of my success, ao I'll say no more than this—be recovered.'

And hasn't killed anybody

No, and doesn't want to.' .n

By Jove! I wouldn't be too sure of tbat. And so the girl be,wanted to murder married the Major?'.,

Sbe did.' Then, if I were herhnoband, I'd take precious good oare that yoor interesting patient didu't come intQ J^ho satpc State with her.'

My dear follow, if you wow bor husband you'd do exactly as her huaband does.' r**jt

Does be know ,f

None better.' "pSi, And doesn't cart T*

Not a bit.'

Then he's a brute t'

You'd better tell him so here he comes,' Does she know

4She

does.' rtclar

And sbo's not afraid

4No.'

One otber questions Does your interesting patient still livois tbfccountry?' .*

In what Hta£^'

This State.'

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Near hero?* •'n-1

Very near/

Then with all possible dQforonoe for our friend. tbe^Mqjor, I lb Ink bo is very fooliab. Were I In his place I sbonld say,

4My

good sir, I admit that tho ball

from which you suffered so long cannot get back into your brain, hut I am by no means sure that the Ideas It engendered may not return. At any rate yoor prosonon near my wife is likely to make her nervous, and I appeal tq you as a gentleman to locate yourfcelr in soma other part of tbo country. If you do so I shall havo tbo Wgbvot respect for you if you do not and over bave the miafortune to pass within a n^iloof my house the* interior of your skull will become more intimately acquainted tbsn ever with load In tho usual or

Very neatly put,' aaid the doctor, 'but our friend does not tblnk of %ommitting suicide now.* 'iMercy, doctor,' 1 cried* ,'you don't moan to say the man who wanted to murder tho MaJ^r'o wife io—is'—

The Major himself. Yes, sir.*

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