The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1884-07-03
DIR, MACBRDE.
Saving a Beautiful Girl from Death
for His Own Wedding.

|
for His Own Wedding.
| DR.. Eneas Macbride was strong in
comparative anatomy, and dissected
everything that came in his way. His
| dissecting room was in the courtyard
of the Palazzo Carminali, Rome. But
| it was up stairs in his library and alone
that III Scozzese" carried out his
choisest manipulations and made the
more delicate of the preparation" of
| human muscles, arteries, veins and
nerves, which, when completed, were
| displayed under glass shades on long
| table in the center of the apartment.
1t was at this table, having just finished
| the dissection of a very small hand
never mind to what kind of a creature
| the hand, while it was q living hand,
| had belonged-that he was sitting in
July, 1855, when it suddenly occurred
| TO him that he had exhausted his sup
| ply OF cochineal with which to tinge
the melted wax which he proposed to
| inject on the morrow morning into the
venous system of his preparation"
DR.. Eneas Macbride proceeded to the
well known druggists shop kept by
| Signor Panciarotto, at the corner of the
Via del Condotti. 1t was one of the
largest and handsomest shops in Rome.
He made his purchase and placed the
packet of cochineal in side pocket.
Stay" he suddenly exclaimed, paus-
ing on the threshold, II had forg often
something. You must make up, if you
please, that admirably etficacious sleep
ing draught, with the secret of the
| formula of which only you and 1 are
cognizant, and which has given ease to
so many of my patients. VIII you pre-
pare it for me at once? | must take it
| with me-"
with pleasure, illustrissimo ad &C.
cellentissimo Doctore," said the apoth-
ecary, as he hustled from jar to jar,
pouring various ingredients into glass
| vial. "'Tis a wonderful sleeping
| draught, to be sure. l have tried it on
my wife who, poor soul, endures ago
fails in producing slumber. To be sure,
had you not told me that the potion
,uos n,ita ha-r,lasS I Should have hnn,,
afraid to use it; for the sleep that it
brings about is SO deep and so long as
te be really very much like the sleep OF
| death"
He had soon completed his task, and
DR.. Macbride, placing the vial in his
side pocket with the cochineal, left
| the pharmacia. He crossed the Piazza
| di Spagna, in the direction of the Col
lege of the Propaganda; when just as
| he had reached the spot where is now
the monument, his path was crossed by
tall man who was wrapped up in q
| long black cloak, and who wore his
/ HonnnI hot u1,nnnaI hi
eyes.
.It is all very well for you to SLOUGH
| your hat over your eyes, my friend, -
said DR.. Macbride to himself, 'but l
know that hat and cloak very well, or
l am grievously mistaken. They belong
to the nameless man who lodges in one
Of the garrets at the Palazzo Carminali
| once nursed you through fever, my
friend, and gave you money to get your
! cloak out of pawn. l don't think you
would do me any harm, though folks
do say that you are spadacinoi hired
assassin"
Scarcely had he thus mentally ex-
pressed himself when he heard in low
voice behind him the single word. &c
ceoIar' Here he isn' And imme mediatelv
he was seized from behind by strong
| arms, heavy cloak was thrown over
his head, and he was lifted from the
| ground and carried some yards. Then
he was thrust forward on what seemed
some kind of bench or seat; the arms
which had seized him had relaxed their
| grasp, a door was slammed and he be-
came aware that he was in rapidly
moving vehicle.
DR.. Eneas Macbride had in verify
been kidnapped by two men, forcibly
carried by them to q coach, one of the
| doors of which was standing wide,
| huddled into the vehicle and rapidly
driven away. The whole proceeding.
indeed, had been watched with the
| liveliest interest by an individual who
was clad in long brown cloak, and
who wore his hat slouched over his
eyes. and who-there is noindiscretion
in saying twas the uameless man
who lived in one of the garrets on the
Palazzo Carminali, and whose profess
sion was conjectured to be that of an
assassin for hire. And as he watched
the carriage rapidly retreating into
the shadows, the nameiess man was
jingling some golden coins in his pock-
cts and chuckling merrily.
''Ten ducats," he rehected-"ten
ducats only for pointing out the Signor
Dottore to them. And they have sworn
not to do MIN any harm. OF course. if
they had wanted to harm him they
would have come to ne; but l would
not have stabbed the Signor Dottore;
no, not for hundred ducats. Let us
go and drink bottle of Chianti."
While the nameless man was thus
congratulating himself on the success
ful result of his exceptionally bloodiess
nights work. unseen hands had relieved
DIR. Eneas Macbride of the heavy cloak
in which he had been muffled, and in
which he had been all but suffocated.
He sat up to find himself in the interior
of what was evidently the carriage of a
person of rank. The blinds we're closely
drawn down. but a small lamp hanging
from the roof gave him sufficient light
to see that the opposite seat was occu-
pied by two gentlemen very richly
dressed, but whose countenances were
wholly concealed by masks of black
silk, having deep fringes of the same
material. One of the gentlemen has
tened to inform him that he must SUBJ
NIT to have his eyes bandaged. as the
person in whose presence they were
about to conduct him was a lady Of
rank, whose name and place of abode
it was imperativeiy necessary to con.
ceal. As he pulled the bandage out o,
his pockot and proceeded varv adroielv