The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1863-08-20

A London paper gives narrative or ter
rible scene which lately occurred IN railway
car on the road from Liverpool to London,
where two passengers were attacked by a
mailman, and had narrow escape with their
lives The story is as follows
"Two travellers, a Mr.. Mclean and a MIR.
Worland, took seats in a second class carriage
by the Friday night express from Liverpool
to London. In the same compartment was a
moody looking Irishman and an elderly wo-
man. The Irishman sat by one window,
the woman near the other, and the two men
between Until the train passed Bletchley
the sedate passenger was hardly noticed by
the others. 1t is true that he had now and
again talked to himself somewhat fiercely,
and seemed to be threatening an invisible foe.
Mr. Mclean and Mr.. Worland glanced at him,
and then continued in friendly chat Now,
it so happened that the man had been insane,
and was rapidly growing insane again A
wild notion was fast acquiring the strength
of fixed idea. The two men i'll familiar chat
were, in his mind, thieves planning how they
could rob him, and he was resolved to be the
first in the field.
There was some method in his madness
for he postponed the execution of his project
until the train had fairly started on its last
run to London. AS soon as it left Bletchley
the maniac drew knife and stabbed Mr..
Worland in the head Mr.. Mclean, who
seemed to have his wits about him, knocked
him back into his seat. Springing up, the
maniac made another dash at the now lnsens-
IDLE Worland, but here he was foiled again
by Mr.. Mclean, who gripped his throat and
his armed hand and a close combat begun
At the time the train flew rapidly through
the country. The woman sitting near the
other window had done all she could to alarm
the driver by washington screams on the morn
ing air, and now lay insensible from the ef-
fects of terror The mailman drew the blade
of his knife through the fingers of Mr.. Nc
Lean, and thrust with it wildly.
overland had now regained his senses, land
he at once entered into the combat, getting
behind the mailman, and throwing him down.
The maniac's yeIls were louder thar those oi
the woman; they were continuous, but Meth
er guard nor driver heard them. And so the
tragedy continued, one long act-a raving
maniac held down by two men, all covered
with blood, lighted by a dim light and the
gray dawn. For forty long miles this scene
lasted, seen by none except those engaged III
the strife, until a ticket collector hastily open
ed the door, saw the two gashed and haggard
men bending over the exhausted nadman on
the bood-stained floor
'Since the French police found the body o.
a murdered judge in a railway carriage, moth
ing so terrible has occurred. Of course the mad
man, for he must have been mad, was taken
before a magistrate, and there he gave as d
reason for his conduct the explanation we
have already mentioned-he thought the two
men were about to rob him. He turns out
to be an Irish schooImaster, Michael Lyons
by name, coming to London on mixed er-
rand of business and pleasure. 1t is said that
he has been confined in an asylum for a year,
and of course every inquiry will be made in
to his past life and character. He is now III
the Bucks County jail"