The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1882-11-29

there wasn't servant in the place
that wouldn't have spoken up before
the Coroner-and glad to do it,
Who'd have swung for it then, I'd
like to know2" i
The brute was mastered. / heard
him shutting his feet about uneasily;
then--in maudlin whimper; ut
was drink, nothing else, and her ag-
grayating, whining ways. Don't be
hard on me, old woman; I'm sure rve
given in handsome to all your plans
because you couldn't help your.
self-you fool. Now, you see what it
is to have your poor old mother to
turn to. Your wife may tax as much
as she pleases now. Who'll believe
her when we've got it written down
by tive grand Londona doctors that
she's as mad as mad can be? Who's
to mind her talk, or any one else's?-
Aren'twe taking her up to London
just for the good Of her health, to a
nice safe place where she will be well
looked after and kept from getting
herself and other folks into any more
trouble, and then you and me will go,
back, Sammy, and live as happy and
comfortable as you please"
"They will treat her like a lady
eh, mother?"
"Of course they will; a beautiful
place, and the best of living. Bless
you, she'll be as happy as the day is
long. 1t does you credit being so
tender.hearted, Sammy. knew you
couldn't abide seeing her storming
and raving as she did last night, so !
just gave her little supof something
before we started, and you see she's
been sleeping like baby ever since.
And the gentleman-where she's 90.
ing, you know-he gave me this bot.
tie; and when we get to London pve
just to give her Whit of it, on a
Handkerchief, and off she goes as quiet
as lamb. No screams or tantrumsl
this time; and he and his nurses will
be on the lookout for US with his
carriage, and before she knows it
there she'll be assnug as you please"
This was awful! ..!y
What should doP Were we ever
going to stop2 Was there another
station before London? Should l be
drugged, dragged off and made away
with | knew if they found me out
it was all over with me. The pat
tern of the blue Shetland veil danced.
before my eyes-the noise of the train
was as the sound Of the roar of artil-
lery in my ears I sat up ready for
a spring and Strugle.g !
A jerk! Another! A stop, and
the door flung open.
"Tickets, please"
l made one plunge. l flung the.
rug clean over the old woman, DASH
ed my arm into sammy's face, and
tumbled headlong out, Unto the arms
Of the astonished ticket collector. l
felt him clutch me, and the ground
rose up, or l went down-down-in-
to an objectionable depth of JIackness.
"Hello! old fellow. Better now2"
were the first words | heard. Thomp-
sons voice! There he was with a.
glass of water in his hand, STOPPING
over me. Thompson's mother was
kneehng beside me, cuddling me up
against her nice soft sealskin. Twas
on the waiting-room sofa, and about
a dozen people were all standing star
ing round. Thompson went and tel.
egraphed home that l was safe, and
then he and his mother took me to
the house in London where they were
staying.
| can't remember much after that.
was ill for many weeks, / believe.
| tried to tell people what had hap
pened; but no one would listen. They.
try, even now, to make me believe /
dreamt it in my illness. I've got it,
told now though, and every word Of
it is the solemn truth. Besides, didn't
| see and smell Lefty burning the
blue Shetland veil.
I've had no more music lessons
since, that's one good thing.
The Railway Key? Oh, left that
sticking in the door. That's all
Tile Argosy.