Worcester daily spy. [volume] (Worcester [Mass.]) 1850-1888, 1861-07-27
ga happy new year to you, Temple; and

ga happy new year to you, Temple; and
good night"
He rose, as / thought, to return my greet
ing, and TO accompany me to the door; but l
looked into his face, and saw. How shall
describe it2 1t was the same scene that
had witnessed in my own rooms, but intensi-
fed. / was appalled, but this time not stupi-
fled. 1 rang the bell, called for the house
keeper, and despatched messenger for DIR.
Simpson, who had attended Temple at inter
walls ever since the evening when had first
called him in.
During the time that necessarily elapsed be-
fore he could arrive, | was in an agony near
ly maddened by the feeling of impotence that
oppressed me as | saw the frantic struggling
of my tortured friend, the joyful Ginning OF
the new years bells added much to my dis
traction. / implored him to try to escape;
opened wide the door, and urged him to fly;
but lie took no heed
AS heard the sound OF apidly-approaching
wheels, flew to the door, and opened it to
the physician. No explanation was needed;
and we FASTENED to Temples room, accompa-
MED by strange man whom DR.. Simpson
had brought with him. In an instant they
had seized Temple, who struggled desperately
in their grasp. | saw that my help was nee
essary, and gave it. Ultimately we succeeded
in carrying him to his bedroom, and laying
him exhausted upon his bed.
1t is of no use. have thought it over, and
tried in vain to find words in which to describe
the ever-Varying phenomena OF his illness.
Any thing | might write would seem too mad
for belief, and nothing l could say would do
justice to the desperate terror and its fearful
manifestations which for two days and two
nights convulsed my unhappy friend. The
physician and l remained with him night and
day, doing all that lay in our power to calm
the frenzy that was destroying him. On the
morning of the third day Dr. Simpson yielded
to my entreaties, and bled him from the arm
till syncope ensued
DR.. Simpson anticipated that after his re-
covery from this swoon, Temple would be too
much exhausted to rally, and would gradually
and quietly sink away but to our horror,
with the first sign of restoration, the violent
symptoms returned, aggravated tentold by
the extreme weakness of the tortured patient.
The third day passed. day of greater an
guish even than the two preceding, and as
night came on Temples frenzy increased to
raging madness.
God help me! | must take the conse-
quences % said DR.. Simpson, and again he
bled Temple in the arm. Two minutes after
the operation, and though he had scarcely lost
any blood, he threw his head back with pc
culiar jerking motion, and was dead. raised
his head to lay ii upon the pillow, and III so
doing displaced the bedclothes. Something
fell to the floor with ringing, metallic sound:
l looked to see what caused it, and took up
small piece of a knife blade, about an inch and
half in length. Temple had once shown ME
the broken knife with which he had
stabbed Guandano, and 1 recognized this
as the missing portion of the blade.
How came it there l had no means of
knowing, but its presence seemed to confirm
Temples hideous story, if confirmation had
been needed. | struggled for moment with
a feeling which l believed to be the sickness
of death, and was conscious of nothing more
till found myself some hours later on the
couch in my own room, DR.. Simpson stand
ing by my side.
Ii was not for some days that made any
inquiry as to Temples burial, and it was a
greaE relief when the physician told me that
he had made every necessary arrangement.
do
he was buried.