Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1882-05-24

a multitude of demons, each mounted on
and IN their midst, appealing to me for
help, was the lovely girl whose favorite
steed I had appropriated.
Frenzied at the sight, I brought down
the switch I carried heavily on the
horses flank. He Indignantly responded
with fierce side leap that landed him in
the midst of deep snow-drift, and
pitched me headforemost into another.
But was up again in a moment, and
waded out into the level track, my blood
on fire with the determination to rescue
the beautiful maiden had seen from the
legion of demons who were CARRYING her
into bondage.
But 10 trey had vanished, one and
all-no demons were to be seen, no
horses, no maiden Nothing was stirring
on the great white plain except myself
and the proud beauty from whose back
[ had SO suddenly dismounted, and he
was now some distance off, having evil
IDENTIFY concluded that 1t was time to re-
turn to more comfortable quarters in his
stable, toward which he was quickly
making his way.
So I stood still in the midst of the fast
deepening snow, half blinded by the
driving flakes, half frozen by the cold
that / now began to feel for the first
time, and wholly bewildered by the dis
appearance of the maiden all forlorn,
whose rescue [ had resolved to effect, or
die in the attempt.
How my troubled brain solved the
problem of the sudden vanishing of my
Toes l cannot say, for my recollection
halts abruptly at this point, and recon-
mences in widely different scene.
A large, handsomely furnished apart
ment, myself lying in it's midst on a lux
urious couch, my father bending over
me, his face haggard and careworn, and,
standing at his side, lovely young girl,
whom had no sooner looked upon than
she vanished-these are my next recol-
lections-something of leap you see,
from the lonely, snow-covered plains.
By-and-by, as came back slowly to
health and strength, the gap in my mem
DRY was filed up.
"Don't worry about it my lad," said
the man whom / had sought to rob of
the horse. cit was not you who stole
my horse; it was brain fever, and we all
know he is an eccentric fellow, not re-
sponsible for his misdeeds. No one
blames you in the least-in fact, no one
knows anything about it but your father,
May and you and l. Naturally L sup
posed was pushing regular horse
thief, until, after meeting my horse re-
turning riderless, I rode Oh and found
you senseless in the snow.
SSFHbo fret olonoQ M Won mo
You were no common criminal, that was
certain; both face and dress denied it.
So lifted you on my horse and held on
to you somehow until I reached home.
81 told them there that / had found
you insensible in the snow, and after
getting you to bed and sending for the
doctor set about examining your pock-
cts, to find your identity, if possible.
Your letters furnished me with your
fathers name and address, and when the
physician pronounced yours a case of
brain fever, [ sent messenger to him.
He came at once, and for the last three
weeks has helped to nurse you back to
life.
cit was curious how that horse kept
on haunting you through all your de-
lirium-' the glorious black and the
lovely girl were all you could talk
about. You were always riding at her
side and fighting for her.
"That lovely girl haunts me still, :"
said I; "and I hope I may ride at her
side and fight for her through life"
"Who knows ?" laughed her father.
Stranger things than that have happen
ed. Perhaps you may"
And so I die.