The Albany register. [volume] (Albany, Or.) 1868-18??, 1875-05-14

my brother TO be set free, and again to
De an honored citzizen I was dizzy and
1alnt with excitement and anticipation.
l would see Mr.. Pinch to-morroW. and
end s--S s-'- = 20
But what visitation of woe awaited
me IL Is said that the darkest hour
comes just before dawn. It g also true-
sometimes, that when hope seems bright
est, the deepest disappointment rs I'M
mediately at hand.
On my tablc, just beside the lamp Law
. telegram directed to me. hastiiv
opened it, and read the following:
BY telegraph from the Tombs Prison
70 Esther Corydon: Philip Corydon
sudden fit-the result of lingering i'll
ness. - -
Darkness seemed to envelope me. A
heavy, oppressed feeling took possession
OF me, which I tried In vain to shake off.
At last my desperate struggles found vent
IN long, loud scream. heard O rush.
ing sound, was conscious of a struggle.
and forthwith relapsed into unconscious
ness.
When I awoke was IN small room
lying In a bed. Everything looked
strange. No one was In sight, and /
slowly looked about me. There was no
furniture except washing stand, and a
chair which seemed to be fastened firmly
against the wall The bedstead was Of
IRON. I looked up at small window.
which was protected outside by iron bars.
And, what looked stranger than all, the.
walls OF the room were fhickly padded
all over. i sat up in the bed I tried to.
rise, but was bound fast.
just then woman entered the room.
Seeing me, she gave a start, and immedi-
ately ordered me to lie down. i obeved
1nvolutarily, and asked where was.
There now" /" she exclaimed, peremp-
torlly, be quiet, and don't get ex-
i looked at her In wonder. She ra-
tur9ed the stare curiously, and, approach
ing me, said, g How do you feel ?''
" Weak, very weak replied " but
tell me where / am, and what these cords
are about my limbs for G''
She gazed at me for a moment. and
then started off with the words, I'm go.
and see the doctor i''
This seemed very strange to me. r felt
over the bed, and took up handkerchief
that my hand came in contact with. n
was marked In the corner 50 Esther Corv
don. The sight of my name brought
everything back to me.
Oh oh !" cried, as the recollec-
hon OF those dreadful events rushed
upon me.
WoAo AAOAO btUAl II OOulQ Dear. and
with scream I sank back into uncon-
sciousness.
1 have now been in the asylum eight
years. / am crazy most of the time.
they tell me /; but I am not now. I am
temporarily sane. These periods come
three or four times year. IN them /
have written out my life history. 1t is
terrible tale of wrong. But who would
I1Cfxa f<A& Oh. r.
tried the doctor several times. out he
never viii talk with me on the subject.
These days of sanity which come over.
me are most unbearable write to re-
heve my mind. For I can't help think
ing of my sad history, and thought to
me is distracting. Memory brings moth
ing but sorrow with it, and contemplation
OF the past is misery.
Oh how / long for the relief of deli
rum. Then 1 NAV rave. and forget in
frenzy all my woes. Oh welcome, mania
Let me forget myself in your oblivion.
and drown grief in madnessi
VII
THE MISSING LINK
have compiled the preceding story
rom Miss Corydon's manuscript, be-
cause the facts related possess for me a
trong interest. This viii be understood
when state fact connected with the
ncadent mentioned in Part 7. of this
aIfauve. The features of the man
omlng out of the shop, which were re-
ealed by his mask dropping off, i'm
ressed themselves strongly on nv
1emory. His face was pale; his ewes
mall and black, his eyebrows heavy, his
loustache Jet black and luxuriant, his
heeks rather sunken, with a small brown
loIe on the upper part of the left one.
But the next day was hundreds of
lles away, and still travelling rapidly.