The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1879-10-09
BACK FROM THE DEAD.
BY GERAINT.
CHAPTER I.
RESCUED FROM RUFFIANS,

Maurice CORTLAND was young bach
or of about 80. He had been in
We an unlimited number of times, and
ad not yet met his affinity. He was
tolerably good-looking, and earned a
comfortable salary as leading man OF
the Lucian Theater. He lived very
quietly, and had no relations except a
n other, who made Bachelor Hall-as he
termed his rooms-a cozy and inviting
little place.
He was not a dreamer; in fact, he
wholly disbelieved all the marvellous
stories he had heard relating to night
visions and dreamland phantasies. One
night, after returning home, he sat up
rather late, studying new part he had
received that day. He grew exhausted
and fell asleep. While in the volup-
tuous arms of Morpheus, he had very
curious vision. He dreamed that he was
in lonely street late at night, and wit,
messed lady struggling with two men
He rescued her from their clutches, and
as they vanished a voice whispered in
his ear:
You have at last met your fate. Win
her if you cant"
what an absurd DREAM" said Mau,
rice, the next day, as he laughed at the
recollection of it, "And, still, stranger
things than that have happened.
Pshaw! what an ass am to give mo-
ment's thought to such an affair"
Time glided on, and the memory of
the dream had almost faded from his
mind. The Lucian threw open its
doors for the fall and winter campaign.
1t was the first night, and the curtain
fell upon the final act close upon II
O'Clock. Maurice left the theater and
strolled leisurely homeward.
It was glorious night in early au-
tumn, and the air was deliciously cool
and refreshing. While enjoying CT
gar piercing scream resounded on his
ears, and, turning around, he be-
held lady trying to free herself from
the savage hold of two ruffians.
Promptly arraying himself upon the
weaker side, he dealt one of them a
stunning blow on the right temple
telling him to the sidewalk The other
seeing how the tide of battle had
changed, disappeared around the cor
ner.
How can [ ever thank you, sir, fo1
your timely assistance?" exclaimed the
lady, in grateful tones.
There is no occasion for thanks,
he replied; II am only glad that I was
so near at hand. Did you recognize
your assailants?"
"No, sir. AS I stood here waiting
for car they accosted me with pitifu]
stories of sick wives and starved child,
rem. AS I was about to take some
money from my purse they grew bold
and demanded it. I, of course, refused
and they laid violent hands upon me.
screamed for assistance, and you know
the rest"
would it be impoite to inquire
your name?"
Certainly not; I will tell it will
pleasure. I was christened Frances
Linton"
Not the leading lady of the Earring
ford Theater?"
"The same, sir"
What curious coincidence, Mis-
Linton. am, like yourself, a profes
sional. I am called Maurice CORTLAND
and L insist upon seeing you safely
home"
am causing you a great deal o
unnecessary trouble, Mr.. CORTLAND"
Nonsense; it is duty man owes t.
woman to protect her from injury"
She accepted his arm, and, after
brisk walk, they arrived at neat row O
frame villas.
My home," said Miss Linton, with
sigh of relief, hating before one O
them.
81 would invite you in, Mr.. Court
land, but etiquette and the lateness O
the hour precludes such hospitality
Will you honor us with visit SOM
day? Papa would be glad to NEE
you"
Nothing would afford me create
pleasure"
Don't fail. Goodnight"
He pressed the hand extended hin
and the door closed abruptly.