Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1873-02-28

forward edge of the bed, dropped or roll
ed IL toward the back side or wall of the
room, thinking, as did so, that If there
was no one there, it would roll across
and strike the mopboard with sharp
click. / dreamed that the marble rolled
but little ways, struck something and
stopped-that looked under the bed and
found Stowell instead of jerks, with MUIR
der written upon his face. Then there
was confused plan Of what l said and
did. n. E- f-L
came to full consciousness from this
dream, or incubus state, and ahem-ed and
turned over to see if we're really awake
now. My whole body was damp, the
sweat standing in cold drops upon my
face, so great had been my suffering in
that few moments sleep. 1t was so
strange, so frghtfully real, that shifted
to the other side, and as silently as posi-
bic drew up my pants and felt In the
pocket. My fingers touched a bullet that
was lying loose amidst other rubbish, l
drew it out, and with such a sensation as
never experienced before and hope new
er to again, prepared for the dream test.
Reaching my hand well down towards
the floor, gave it a roll towards the back
of the bed. 1t moved foot or two, and
struck something soft and stopped.
My heart stopped beating for minute,
and globules of fire swan before my face,
peopling the darkness with horrors.
There was no choice but to fill up the
programme of the dream. sprang from
the bed before my muscles were paralyzed
with terror, and called out:
"Here, you, Stowell"-I actually in
tended to say jerks, but could not
''come out from there, and have done
with this sort of practical joking" No
sound about the house. The stormy
clouds tearing away overhead, allowed a
wstery moonlight to food the room.
"StowellI' called again, 81 am in no
mood for this sort of practical joking. l
have not boasted of my courage, but
shall discharge my pistol under the bed,
hit or miss In one moment more"
There was q humping and a rustling,
the spread was swept aside, and good
Heavens! it was Stowell. could see his
white hair and beard. Before he had
come to an upright position, for | could
dimly discern the outlines of objects,
sprang to the door to shout for help.
had not turned the key when heard
leap outside, and the instant that the
! bolt fell back from the socket, q man
sprang into the room; pistol ball grazed
my ear, another shot, and two forms were
struggling upon the floor. was but q
moment inactive; the next, and l had
planted blow with the butt of my pistol
somewhere upon the grey head, which
stretched the villain seDseless, almost the
instant receiving the fash of pistol in
the side of the head, which, had it moi
providentially refused fire, must have ma
terially interfered with my future powers
of narration.
Much confusion followed. The land
lord rushed in; the landlady also. Every
thing was explained directly. jerks
was my rescuer. jerks, whom l had 50
doubted, said to me: "Look here ~ ant
he removed the white hair of the robber
and exposed to our startled gaze the clear
face and closely-cropped hair of "sen
fenced for life" penitentiary man.
"He escaped two weeks ago from -
and eluded pursuit. got on the track o
him at Detroit, and have followed him
off and on, ever since. He came NJ
from New Sharon purposely to rob, and
if need be, to murder you. His joviality
his apparent good-humor, allayed al
suspicion. could read his plans wher
he first went to bed. He slowed himsel
into some closet or corner of your room
to wait for you to fall asleep. IremaineC
close by your door, and should havt
warned you, but feared to arouse the sus
picions of the fellow, lest he should agaiI
make off,"
Since was really saved by dream,
consider it remarkable.
/ distrust remarkably Jolly people now
and take into favor sour, silent-appearinI
persons.
jerks was detective.