The Manitowoc tribune. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1866-1878, 1878-01-03

! gone. His night side was wholly par
alyzed; SO, also, was his tongue, which
could utter only nnintelligible sounds.
He knew neither his mother nor any
! other person.
/ After long and careful examination
| of the patient, the London surgeon drew
us apart. fIe proposed performing
and my colleague shook our heads.
He will never survive it, 1 said.
"Never /" cnimed my colleague, with
an air of conviction.
eve will do our hest to make him."
answered the great man. &c If his mother
consents to it, it had better be done at
once"
/ OF course, Mrs. CottreH snatched at
the proposal, as it afforded her a faint
j ray of hope; and the operation was per-
formed, and, as I thought, successfully.
/ We dared to hope now, although the
! danger was by no means past.
! Meanwhile Danesbrook' s trial was fast
approaching. He was still in prison;
/ but his position was not SO perilous now,
as his supposed victim still lived. Yet
the Lieutenant's complete recovery was
matter Of great doubt il all our
minds.
! An agent of the law had waited upon
me, in order to learn from me whether
! the young man would be in condition
to appear as principal witness against
the prisoner.
j After talking over the matter with my
| colleague, answered in the affirmative.
In consequence of this, solicitor ac-
companied me to the Cottrells' residence.
The invalid was still under my care,
and felt it requisite for me to be pres
ent at this interview, in order to prevent
mis- being over excited in any way.
| In our presence the mother prepared
! her son for the object of our visit.
AT first he seemed hardly to compre-
hend her; but after time our questions
i awakened his slumbering memory, and
/ his recollectons became liyelier each
moment; his replies clearer and more
decided.
We were all most eager to hear his
statement-a statement which would con-
firm the guilt or otherwise CT Ugly
Danesbrook.
"What were you lettering about Shrop
Hall for on that memorable night ?"
asked the lawyer, after few introduc-
tory words. "I must impress upon
your mind the necessity of speaking the
truth, as you will have to swear to your
words"
Twas there to meet some one, replied
the Lieutenant, after sotr1e h 3sitaticn.
cat midnight? Whom were you there
o meet?"
GA woman's good name and honor
are at stake. You must, therefore, ex-
cuse my making q confession that would
compromise third person
"The law admits of no sort of reser-
vatioDG Won T,11ct honestly dieolosa
everything"
For a minute the young MAJ remained
? lent. He was evidently at a icss what
to say.
We all of US felt convinced that it was
the name of Mrs. Danesbrook that he
was desirous of shielding
"Tell the truth, Claude !'' entreated
his mother, who was present. "Who
was this woman with whom you had an
assignation2"
'JuIia Leyland," murmured the son,
in almost unintelligible tones.
"Julia Leyland!'' !'' repeated all, in
marked surprise.
'Mrs. Daneshrook's young compatl-
ion % questioned the lawyer.
"The same" acknowledged the Lieu
tenant. "I had begged her to meet
me in the park that night, as Nh. Danes
brook had refused me admission to his
house in consequence OF quarrel we
had with one another
"And did Mr.. Danesbrook meet you,
and ask your business on his grounds ?"
1.-The person whom SO unexpectedly
encountered there was not Mr.. Danes
brook, f" the Lieutenant reioined.
"Refect well over what you say" re-
marked the questioner; "and remem-
ber that everything depends upon your
evidence"
"Oh, know what am talking about,
and am sure that the person / met on
that night was not the owner of Shrop
Hall, but another"
if it were not Mr.. Danesbrook ?"
"The agent, who had been dismissed" "
Claude replied.
We all started in amazement.
eyes, the man was in love with Miss
Leyland, and lay in wait for me. L had
offended him a few days before, and, en-
ragged with jealousy, he barred my way;
and, as tried to push him aside, he fred
pistol at me. I remember dropping
upon the ground, and nothing more"
"You are certain of what you say?
You can swear that it was the discharged
agent, Ormond, who fred the pistol at
you?"
81 can and will do So" replied the
Lieutenant.
"You have preserved en- innocent
man from disgraceful punishment, [
said to him, feeling thankful, for Mrs.
Danesbrook's sake, that her husband
was guiltless.
The Lieutenant appeared to me like
one who had been awakened from a
death like trance, taking up his thoughts
from the time at which he had fallen
asleep, as if he had only been doing
for few hours, and as though the work
ings OF his mind had scarcely been dis
turbed.
7 fancied that his memory, after it had
been once awakened, had gained rather
than lost its power-at least as far as the
occurrences of that nigh were con-
eerned.
The last impres sions made upJn him
were pictured, afteI the temporary rest
his brain had received, even more vivid
ly before his minds eye than they would
otherwise have been for DO not ell
know that q lesson learnt overnight re-
turns with renewed force and perfection
on the following morning, after we have
given our brains rest
But I Will not Pause 10 explain this
strange pathological fact any more than
I viii attempt to describe Mrs. DaHes-
brooks Joy when the young Lieutenant's
evidence was communicated to her.
When I saw her radiant countenance,
her soft eyes raised devoutly upward.
and her hands clasped as if in prayer, I
knew that she loved her husband truly.
and that, in spite OF his ugliness,
lie deserved her love.