The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1866-03-08

ant careless look had disappeared, and
L it's stead was dreadful expression of fix,
malignity, of insane cunning and rage; Il
n glare OF a maniac's eye caught and tixt
hers as she looked. Horror stricken 81
n drew back, but he bent forward and said
r kissing whisper
! 1--we something to show you. I've loci
e ed the door, and we can't be interrupted
no. no. Look herel and he drew from b
f pocket an ordinary dinner knife, ON whiC
D the moonbeams glittered hideously.
d Beautiful, isn't it?' he muttered as
stroked and seemed to fonde it, turning
from side to side True steel-the re;
t thing Not for you though, not for you
for those little devils that cling around yol
t and prevent your coming with me. I'll Sc
; you free, I'll and he lapsed into inarticr
late murmurs. still stroking the knife
Never, in all her life, did Lizzie Stuart tol
get the sensations of that moment; the,
come back to her often in her dreams, eve
now. She did not lose consciousness, bu
} she could not move; her heart seemed t,
stand still, and her brain to reel.
Il The youngest first he whispered a
last, and leaving her suddenly, he darte
towards the hearth. For one second tn
knife cleaned brightly in the moonlight a
he brandished it aloft; the next he ha
plunged it deep into the bassinet. Oh, God
there was no cry
| A wild shrek rose to Lizzies lips. Re
pressing it with a powerful effort, she col
lected her senses aud walked to her side
i must kill the others myself she said
with an unfaltering voice; let me do it
they would not be quiet otherwise
| The maniac turned towards her horribl,
face of triumph
You're one of the right sort he exclaim.
ed enthusiastically The young May moon
is beamng, love. The glow worms lamp i,
cleaning, love- How sweet to rove-nt
that's not it-So she killed her gown {
green satin, and tuckit it up to her knees
Lizzie Lndsay-thats you-Lord Ronald
Clan Donald-thats me. Won't we be
happy? Now then y
Yes am going, she said, still speaking
calmly; wait here till come back
lie stopped to draw the knife out of The
bassinetq
No, don't do that she whispered, fore
ing herself to lay her hand upon his arm,
aud turning away her eyes, lest the sight
that might meet them should unnerve her,
1 have fancy of doing it differently
lie stood upright again and motioned her
70 go. and only as she moved where the
other children slept she remembered with
sick horror that there was 70 door between
the rooms Despair gave her the courage,
she quickened her pace; he did not follow
her-there Was moments respite Softly
and rapidly she threw coverlet over the
two fair sleeping heads and she flew to the
belle "A. violent pull-another--an the
bellrope broke in her hand. Would any
one come? The madman heard the twang
OF the wires, and suspected treachery. He
sprang towards the room, but Lizzie was too
quick for him. She sprang towards the
doorway with dilated eyes and appraised
hand.
Walter Stone, go back she commanded
in solemn voice. 1t is all done. | forbid
you to enter here
For moment the lunatic covered before
her, awed by the light in those cleaning
eyes, then he sprang at her throat like a
wild beast. An instants struggle an in
slant g agony like unto death, and with
mighty crash the door burst open, and DR..
lIolford, with the exertion of his whole
strength, dragged the mailman from the
choking girl. TO hold him singly was i'm
possible. He broke from the doctors grasp,
threw up the window, and with a loud
laugh. leaped into the garden below, where
the dull thud of his fall was heard just as
the assistant, whose carelessness had per-
mitted him to secrete tue knife, appeared |
upon the scene,
Go down, go DOWN. cried the doctor, |
pointing to the window. The assistant
looked out and hurliedy disappeared, and |
the doctor gave all his attention to Lizzie =
She had not fainted-she could not do So
not at all events, with the dreadful news
untold, but she was gasping for breath.
The doctor bent over her. Lizzie dear |
Lizzie, look up l see how it was. You
were defending my children. You have |
saved their lives Try to look up, and tell |
me you are not hurt
But Lizzie sbrank from the tender words, |
and covered miserably in her chair She |
strove to compel her parched tongue to |
speak, and tell him that by her folly she
had caused the death of his baby, but |
Kissing gurgle came instead of words, and |
ended in hysteric shrek. The servants, |
aud tile nurse among them, had come |
iii about this time, and loud ex-
clamation from the latter startled them all |
Gracious powers what is this and she |
drew forth the knife from the bassinet and |
held it up in view of the rest, it's polished |
surface still undimmed
We'll, the Lord be praised for his mercy
1t were his providence, that it were, that put
It into my head all of sudden to-day. that
baby was growing too big for a bassinet, |
and put her into the old cot by my bedside |
and drawed my curtains around her, and |
there she IS, the precious lamb, awake and
smiling at US all, as good assugar.
Lizzie heard the words, or rather some
dim Idea OF their meaning penetrated to
her brain, but the relief was to sudden TO |
oe realized at once She understood that
was not needful, but renIorse wasl
as bitter as ever She stood up and held
out her hands imploringly.
Can ou-forgive :? she whispered pite.
ously, and fell forward in dead faint upon
the doctors shoulder.
For many, many months DR. Holford ten
ded Lizzie through the nervous fever that
followed upon her swoom At one time he
almost despalred of her recovery but youtt
and sound constitution conquered. and size
rose at last from her sick bed, the shadow of
what she had been
The doctor pronounced change of air and
scene to be absolutely necessary during her
convalesence, aud simultaneously discovered
that he had been working to hard, and re-
quired holiday aud a month or two
abroad. Rumor states that he impaired
these conclusions to Lizzie Stuart, and made
sundry other condolences to her, during one
very long aud earnest conversation which
they had, walking slowly up and down
her feeble steps tenderly supported by his
arm-under the old hawthorns brilliant by
this time with autumnal berries.
You have seen Mrs Holford. Do YOU
wonder now at the strange look In her eyes?
Walter Stone fractured his skull in his
fall. He was insensble for many days.
but at length consciousness returned, and
those that watched around his bed thanked
God to see that all traces of insanity had
disappeared. They looked forward hope
fully to the future, but his career on earth