Dodgeville chronicle. [volume] (Dodgeville, Wis.) 1862-current, 1864-11-17

the mysterious room; don't 60 on tha
way in the entry"
| Apparently the voice restored the lad,
to ber senses, for she held out her hant
to the gentleman, and they went togeth
er Ny position in the doorway hat
shielded me from the notice of thi
couple, and also prevented my obtaining
view Of the room from which so man1
strange sounds proceeded
Half frantic, | struck another match
and this time succeeded in lighting th,
] astral lamp which stood upon a larg
round table in the centre of the library
By this light glanced fearfully roune
the foom, not knowing from what corner
some lunatic might pounce upon me-
The usual furniture of the room, seemed
to be piled away in one corner. except
ing only the bookcases, whose tall. up
right frames stood against the walls. =
The cuGn still gaped near the door, anl
in it was the skull I had dropped. Upor
d chair near it hung velvet black pal
with a heavy black fringe On another
chair lay red velvet mantle, and acros!
this lay naked sword. Turning my
head, | saw in another corner BLOCK
such as was ancientIy used for behead
ing criminals, and across it lay bloody
axe. | felt sick, suffocated with these
horrors, when another pile attracted me
Here were pistols, daggers, ard swords
In amiable companionship with crowns
masks, purses of money. velvet caps {
violin, and large pitcher of silver
Upon the centre-table stood the astra
lamp, writing materials, and a small
tray, upon which were.~ cold chicken, q
plate of biscuit and bottle of vine
Despite the singularity of my position,
remembered that | had been invited to
partake of refreshment in the library.
and drew up the only vacant chair in
the room, and attacked the supper. !
was just comfortably seated, and had
taken one mouthful, when man rushed
into the room exclaiming-
Here | can be alone for FIVE minutes .
Then, seeing me, he said. "Mr. Smith p
Eyes, sir will you be kind enough
ain minute; in minute don't let
me interrupt you. l will be gone in five
minutes.
He was as bad as the woman. He
wore q long black cloak, and in his hand
held naked sword, which he fourished
within an inch of my nose.
s.Rut nv daar cir " haoau
Don't bother me now" And max
ing savage passes with his sword he
shouted, "Down, down, dog dost thou
beard me still?" Then striking an at
titude, with the point Of his sword max
ing fearful hole in the carpet, he cried.
| $50 perish all who cross me on my path. y
A voice from the next room said
Burn the witch =
Apparently the advice was followed,
for scream of pain followed, and the
gentleman in the cloak. crying, "It is
her voice On on y darted out Of the
| room
That's better, Lily" said the un-
seen burner q persume); you don't
scream worth cent generally"
A loud voice at this moment began to
sing. in good time and tune, Here's to
the maiden of bashful fifteen" A doz-
en- male voices took up the chorus, and
the song was well sung throughout
had finished my supper. and was medit-
ating and hoping the doctor would soon
| arrive, when gentleman, in a powdered
wig, breeches, and tights, came to the
door and looked in Seeing that was
alone. he advanced and said, in low
| tone
"Mr. Smith ?"
Eyes, sir; will you tell me"
by and by; have not moment to
spare. | only came to say that they are
determined upon the murder of your
some one comes-be on your guard, and
if you cannot prevent them from seeing
it, call for me, and will deliver it in a
style beftting hush - and the gentle
man withdrew his finger upon his lip.
'Ifyou please. Mr.. Smith" | look
ed up to see little black eyed girl, il, a
picturesque peasants dress, in the door
way. You're wanted, now," she said
Wanted p
Eyes. sir. we're ready for you, "
care you? Whcre?'
Come, Susy, hurry!" said an i'm
patient voice in the distance.
Coming. Come, Mr.. Smith"
Determined to see the meaning of all
this strange conduct, and emboldened
by glass of wine. followed my pretty
conductress to the next room.
Some twenty or thirty gentlemen and
ladies occupied this apartment. which
was Immensely large, uncarpeted, and
unfurnished Such strange scene I
never beheld. In one corner a sailor
was fencing with Turk, while a little
negro girl urged the combat forward
In another place, my white-robed black
haired dalnsel was composedly lettering
! herself with her steel bracelets. The
lady in bIack was pacing up and down