St. Paul daily globe., 1884-10-12
A RIDE WITH A MANIAC.

Grace Allison was seated in a very coZy
little bourdoir, plunged in dreamy reverie.
'Howard Sinclairl Yes; love him truly
and devotedly. Leonard Tubare says that
Howard cares only for my money. But,
pshaw what goose am AS if Howard
could be so mercenaryr'
So saying, Grace rose and left the room to
dress for her ride with Mr.. Turbare.
Gay and smiling, Grace stepped into the
carriage, and they were soon dashing along
the smooth road, drawn by the proud-step-
ping bays. On their way they passed How
ard Sinclair, whose honest face clouded over
with pain andanger as he beheld the Italians
evil face bending over Grace with look of
conscious triumph.
Grace suddenly perceived that Turbare
was driving toward an unfrequented part of
the woods, and seizing the reins, she cried:
''Mr. Tubare, what does this mean
road to the park Turn back, sir. COM
mand you'll
A wild mocking laugh was his only answer,
and obeying the voice of their master the
beautiful bays sprang forward with light
ming speed.
Turning to fhe terrified girl, who sat
speechless by his side, Leonard Missed
through his clenched teeth:
"Ah, hal l have you now, my birdie
Knowest thou, 1 am Ferdinand, king of
Spain, and thou shalt be my Isabella! Here
is our palace. My queen, alfght," and as
Oracle utterly incapable of action, moved
not, the madman Sc eized her and bore her
quickly into the old, deserted house, which
had long borne the name of the "haunted
Grange" and, touching spring in the wall,
| disclosed to view narrow aperture leading
to flight of steep stone steps.
Quickly descending them, he at last reached
q cell, in which he placed the unconscious
girl, and left after having, with insane cum
ming, removed every article with which she
might defend herself.
When Grace recovered from the deep
swoon into which she had fallen, at first she
could not remember where she was, but as a
realization of her terrible situation flashed
upon her she raised her hands in mute de-
spair and sank in apathy upon the cold stone
floor.
The grating of the key in the rusty lock
aroused her and springin to her feet, Grace
confronted Tubare with a calm, fixed, gaze,
which caused win to quiver and writhe as if
under the influence of some superior power.
For an instsnt they stood thus, then, sud-
denly recovering himself, Tubare darted for
ward and cried:
Fair Isabella! Hal Ny wife! my own
foreverl''
" Never!r shrieked Grace. ''Howard
| Sinclair help! help! elp!''
As her agonized cry rang through the
vaulted chamber and out into the corridor
beyond, scuring sound as of men hurry
ing down the stone steps was heard, and a
| voice cried:
''Courage Gracei succor is at handr'
With a yell of defiance, as of a wild beast
brought to bay, Tubare rushed upon Grace,
Spanish dagger cleaning in his uplifted
hand One instant he paused, and then
| Howard Sinclair sprang into the cell in
time to catch the falling Grace, while the
officers succeeded after desperate struggle,
in securing the maniac.
For weeks and months Grace's life hung
bv thread; but when once more the ligh
of reason returned to the sweet blue eye:
Grace Allison's beautiful golden hair was al
white as snow.
Howard Sinclair petitioned an early dal
for their marriage, and one snnny morning
in June beheld Grace Sinclair start on he
bridal tour.
Leonard Tubare soon after died in stronl
commissions, and thus freed Grace from the
terrible feeling of insecurity which hat
| clunp IN her while Tubare was alive