The Manitowoc tribune. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1866-1878, 1871-08-24

sired. Now let me show one of his ex-
PLOTS and you shall see if have overrated
them. We shall want meat for our re-
past, and l will send for some.
l took pencil from my pocket and
wrote upon little scrap of paper these
words:
MIR. Brown: For Heavens sake
come Immediately to my rescue. L am
com pIetely in the power of Herbert Stan
ley, a maniac Come with force sufficient
to save me and capture him.
LAURA MORGAN"
"What have you written ?'' inquired
Stanley, whose attention had been for
the last moment only diverted to the dog
perhaps fearing that in spite of my ready
compliance to his wishes, [ might yet
play him false.
Listen I replied, and I will read
it to you," and I held up the note and
read from it:
"Mr. BROWN: Please send me a nice
piece of tenderloin steak. | have unex-
pected company to-day, and wish to pro-
vide dinner worthy of my guest.
LAURA MORGAN.
I trembled violently as | read, for
saw the maniac was still suspicious of
me. With every movement [ was in
momentary expectation that he would
snatch the paper from me to ascertain
for himself if had indeed read it as it
was written, and [ knew we'll that the de-
detection OF my deception would be in
slant death. Hastily folding the note, I
dropped it into the basket and placed it
before the dog.
II believe, Mr.. Stanley" I said.
'that you have the key to the door in
your possession. DO me the favor to un-
lock it, for Neptune to pass out. -
The request was made politely, and
Stanley, equally polite. opened the door
for the dog. Hope once more entered
my heart. My dreadful situation would
soon be known, and help might reach
me.
A half hour passed. Neptune had not
yet appeared. Stanley grew impatient
at the long delay. Again he drew the
knife from his belt.
Let the marriage vows be consum-
mated, and let the marriage feast co."
he said angrily.
But skillfully and adroitly managed
to draw him into conversation upon old
times, when [ was the fame of his youth
full ambition. [ told him several little
stories and amusing anecdotes of my
CHILDHOOD; spoke Of my early school days
and his college life, and the honors he
had won.
Al last, steps we're heard on the piaz-
"a. | distinguished my husbands voice
and the tread of half dozen men. Stan
ley too knew the voice. His rich melo-
dious tones had years before grated
harshly on his jealous ear. Springing
like tiger upon me, he shouted in a
voice Of thunder:
''My keepers have come, but they
cannot capture me; they will find me a
cold and stiff corpse. My spirit will
have gone to the eternal world to enjoy
its celestial glories with you my beautiful
BRIDE"
And again the same wild, fendish
laugh rang through the house, and the
bright steel blade of the bowie knife gilt
tered in the sunbeams.
A cold terror ran over me, but courage
did not forsake me. With herculean
strength and energy I seized the mad
mans arm, and averted the deadly blow;
then with the agility of a panther,
sprang through the open window, and
rushed at lightning speed around the
house.
Taken completely by surprise, and be-
wilered by an unexpected flight, Herbert
Stanley stood for moment undecided
what course to pursue. The next he
found himself rudely assailed by half a
dozen men. The uplifted knife was
knocked out of his hand strong rope
was thrown dextrously over his arm and
shoulders and drawn tightly around him,
and in spite of his desperate struggle to
free himself, he was captured. My hour
of Peril was over. My life had hung as it
were by thread, and my soul had been
fortified for the emergency, but now
came a reaction. My brain whirled a
film came over my eyes, and | fell sense
less in the arms of my husband.
AT last | awoke to consciousness, as If
from dream. Life and it's blessings
were mine once more to enjoy, and from
the very depths of my soul [ breathe6
forth prayer of unmistakable Joy and
thankfulness to the Most High for my
unexpected deliverance Herbert Stan
ly was taken back to the asylum from
whence he had escaped. and in a few
months after completed his miserable ex
lstence.
A GOOD MORAL CHARACTER.-The
is nothing which adds so much to the
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