Bradford reporter. [volume] (Towanda, Pa.) 1844-1884, 1862-07-03

into which we were ushered was dark one
Bring light, please" said Cleveland,
abruptly, giving half crown to the servant
And he remained in the entrance hall till the
light was brought, and we entered the room
together. 6 hate darkness" he observed
mpatiently. Il always think of DEATH"
Other visitors arrived we were admitted to
the operating room, where we sat in a semi
circle, some twelve of IS, surrounding the
couch on which the patient sat, already in a
deap mesmerc sleep. Mr.. Arnold stood be-
hind her. She looked exceeding beautiful,
must say, and what you wold call extremely
fragile felt sure, as lsaw her, that she was
doomed and | was inclined to accuse the mes
merist of her murder He did not think, of
course, that he was iajuring her | did, and |
think SO still A few passes, and she was
reused into that underlined and uncomprehend,
ed state Of the nervous system which is pecu.
liar to the subjects Of mesmersm, and which
can neither describe nor explain. MIR Arnold
gave permission to US each in turn to put o
question TO her. Several were asked [ only
remember the three last After all the others
had been answered to the satisfaction Of the
queriSts, Vane iuquire1:
What is there on The table in my study
to day?'
The girl paused moment-said:
9 | have Oeen there before-Oh !" with a
shudder Of disgust " it is hand-a womans
hand-oh, horrible, horrible p
Naue whispered across Cleveland, who sat
between US:
" She never was there but she described it
all perfectly last time saw her, To day
brought specimen, preserved in spirits, Of
tr!gEuul disease OF the hand. She would not,
il she sa it, know it for a woman's"
CleveIand'S turn was uext He was very
pale, aud his ungIoved right hand was cIasped
on his heart. The glove had fallen to the
ground, aud he was abSentIy crushing it with
the restless motion of his foot.
How shall die ?" was his question, in
deep, tremulous, husky tone that made US ali
star: with sndden horror
Its effect on the Seeress was still more
marked. She sprang into sitting position,
and trembIed from head to foot, seeming una
Die to speak. The question was repeated
" "l-dou't-know," she slowly replied: then
suddenly, Ga no, no NO = the last word
rising to Shrek
ClcveIand'S face was ghastly beyond descrp
ton or conception. There was a pause Mr.
Arnold exerted himself to calm the girl, and
presently called on me for a liaaI question.
" NnaL has become or my brother ~
4 moments hesitatiHg silence-a strange
look OF surprise, information, horror unspeaka-
bic. succeeding Que another on her pale, deli
cate tace; and then fearful ,nnearthly scream
which trcze the very blood in oar veins
never knew before what "spiritual terror"
4 In I
bodily danger than hear that scream and see
that face again. Even Arnold was appalled,,
or think he would have interpoSed before
the answer come iu words at first low, trem-
u'ous, uncertain : the clear, rapid, agitated,
while the girls whole frame quvereL with
terrible excitement.
" see--a mountain Of snow, precnice on
one side, a narrow road winding aIoug the
edge. Down, down-at the bottom Of the
prcipice, in u dry bed of stream-tnere is a
body covered with b!ood-oh horrible | can
not bear to look. 1t has been thrown there
-throwE down from the road Wait a no.
ment and | will tell yon how. There are two
men-they come out of a house. and they are
walking 10 the snow mountain, along the
road close to the edge of the precpce. One
OF them turns-he will not go on--he will go
back. The other laughs at him he speaks
i do not hear what they say-he speaks
kindly to him. But the pale man is angry
he strikes his frIend-ob, Con he has fuug
him over the precipice ]; he has murdered
him y
~as borror struck could not rouse my
tone carried convection, as strong as if the
aoI,1 4 ,lo
had been actually passing before her eyes
Nane'S voice it was | heard reXt
What is the murderer like p
He is tall, strong, pale" She sprang
suddenly from her seat. " He is HERE !" she
screamed, and laying her hand on CIeveland'S
shoulder, she exclaimed, with shrek which
rang through the room, THOU ART THE MAN ~
| need not.attempt to portray the scene that
followed. Indeed ! could scarcely see or
hear. only knew that Cleveland had sprung
from his seat, dashed aside the arms that were
stretched out to seize him. and was gone. The
girl had fallen back upon her couch in violent
convusious !; and the mesmeriSt, himself lrem
bling in every limb. was trying to awaken her
from the unnatural sleep which had been visit
ed with so fearful vision.
Naue got me out of the room, I do not re,
collect how aud when [ became fully con
scious of what was passing we were on our
way to Cleveand's lodging Arrived there,
Vane inquired If he was ill., and was answered,
6 Yes Sir he is just gone up stares. We
were quite frightened about him. he looked SO
ILL.," We ran up to the sitting room, which was
on the first floor The table drawer was open:
in it my eyes caught sight of some papers tied
in bundIe and directed in CleveIands bold
but irregular hand to me Besides these was
the silver mounted ivory butt CT a small pistol.
CleveIand'S hat and gloves lay on the table ;
the owner was not there. My hand was on
tue latch Of the bedroom door, and had just
become aware that it was locked, when the
report of pistol rang in my ear. | felt as