The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1881-04-29

not feeling the least dread of him, was
yet not without strong desire to reach
Spa road. As bad luck would have it,
while yet we had notmade half the short
journey, the train again came to sud
den stop.
eyes, he would bea public benefactor
who could deliver the people of London
from fog," I said.
"He would, would he not?" whis.
pered my companion eagerly. "Then
am the man."
As he spoke he crouched down and
looked up OF me with glare that made
me start. He buftoned his coat and
pulled up his sleeves, as he whispered
again, 81 am the man. I can free you
from these fogs-f can free myself"
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flashed into my mind that I was alone
with mailman. recognized now that
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saw only the thick fog and the feeble
light Of here and there lamp.
Yes, the man was mad, raving mad.
There could be no doubt about it. Only
maniac could laugh the mirthless
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to the moon. Adieu to the fogs say
with me, adieu to the fogs."
was now erect, watching my COM
panion iutently, nerving myself for a
| struggle, which, it was easy to tell, was
very near. 1 could easily see I was no
match for such an antagonist. Ny hope
was that [ would hold my own for the
few minutes necessary to reach Spa
road, where plenty of assistance would
be available.
Your balloon would scarcely travel
on such night, I said, with affected
Indifference. "The atmosphere is too
thick p
"Too thick Do you think So" he
said.
81 do. Consider the density Of the
leg. How can we possibly get through
Well, there's something in that" he
said, sitting down. "Yet the effort is
worth trial. Yes. it is worth trial. Z"
He sprang anew to his feet, and ap-
preached me. He threw out his strong
hands, and made clutch at my throat.
This is how we begin, this is how ]
get the gas for the trip. kill you first
to give you start. Then I start myself
and follow YOU" One shout I gave for
help, but it was lost in the report of a
fog signal; then we were swaying back
ward and forward in the carriage in a
struggle which was literally for life OF
death. The madman's breath came hot
on my face, his strong arms held me in a
fierce embrace. There was fierce Joy
in his eyes.
The foam worked out of his mouth,
and his teeth CRASHED angrily against
each other.
Life is dear, and I felt no inclination
to yield mine without desperate strug-
| gle. | tore my antagonists hands from
my throat, and for moment forced him
to act on the defensive. shouted again
and again for help, and how longed
for Spa road no words can describe.
The train was now running at a good
rate and l knew the station could not be
far off. If only / could hold my own for
one half minute all would be safe.
Pausing in his exertions for moment
the mailman suddenly quilted me. just
then, to my horror, the train rushed
through my station without even slack
ing speed. / was in the wrong train,
and there was no hope of assistance till
we reached New Cross. It was evident
that my fellow-passengers had not heard
my shouts for assistance.
Without word of warning my COM
panion again threw himself upon me.
this time with fury SO resistless that
was borne to the floor.
eve shall go to the moon," he
shrieked 81 have knife-we can cut
our way through the fog"
felt myself helpless. Ny previous
exertlons had exhausted my strength,
while that of the maniac seemed to in
crease with the struggle. Strive as I
might, l was utterly and entirely in his
power now.
How slowly the train seemed to move.
believe now that it was going at good
speed, but to me it appeared to progress
at snail's pace. And how curiously
vivid were my thoughts. 1 saw the home
where | was expected, and kind faces
waiting to greet me- I wondered what
they'd say when they heard of my death.
/ caught myself thinking how ugly were
the madmaf's eyes, and I even noticed
the color of his necktie-blue, with
white spots. no longer felt any incli-
nation to shout for help. To all looked
upon myself as dead. I even began to
think Of myself as third person, and to
lament, in a philosophical fashion. the
i'll fortune which cut off at the beginning
of his career promising young man.
Then remembered that owed shoe
maker for pair of boots, and I pitied
the unfortunate tradesman for the bad
debt he had made. While these and a
hundred other thoughts were passing
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an age had transpired. In reality I do
not suppose that at the outside more
than minute had elapsed since my un-
lucky fall. Suddenly, as in dream,
heard the mailman, who now was seated
astride my chest, hiss
"Well cut our way to the moon-my
knife is sharp. Let's try it on your
throat"
With curious deliberation he drew a
strong pocket knife and opened it.
can right, friend, eh?" he cried,
laughing. "Now mind, do not leave
the carriage till come up to you"
81 am swift" said I, and declare
did not recognize my own voice. eff
[ go first, you shall certainly not over
take me-you start and I'll follow"
"Me start?"
Eyes. you're drawer. stronger. and
you have the knife; you must 90 first to
clear the way"
"Of course, forgot that" he cried,
almost to my horror, so utterly was
surprised. "Of course, I forgot that. !"
he cried again. 81 must clear the
way"
Still sitting on me he deliberately