Grand Rapids morning telegram., 1885-01-31

v1csoris Horosini Explains How Erness
captur.d Her Affections

fEsosIoa special 10 n. T. World
Notwiths tadlng the fact that volumes
have oeen written aud published about tbs
faID0as MoTosinl elopeinent case, and va
riods explanations made as 20 how
ne lady beeame Infatuated with her
fathers eoaehman, tho real facts were
never brought 10 light until they were Oh
tained Dy reporter here from Mrs. Sehill-
one. Mrs. Sehiiliag, in reply to questions
on the subject, said
'FrOm childhood up 1t has been my
pleasure 10 roam az win throa h the forest
which surrounded nay home. Riding, too,
was great enjoyment u me. not because
Ernest drove, for then | had no interest la
him One dsv / went Go ride Oh the road
that winds along the banks Of the bea1ti-
full Hudson River. From one point 0n that
road the ruins OF an old stone mansion are
visible. II stands the top Of hill at
considerable distance from the road 10 tbs
right / had often wished 10 20 nearer ID
the moss grown walls. but bad always
been deferred by some member OF the fam
lily being with me, or else the sign marked
DANCE Gus :" which was nailed 10 q tree
in front OF it. But this day | was alone
and determined. Ernest drove, and, not
withstanding his entreaty, | sprang out
of the carriage, aud was soon peering into
the great entrance of the old ruin. Arm
ing myself with stick pushed aside the
vines and creepers that overhung the open
door, and stood within the great hallway,
which was filled with poisonous under
growth. The interior presented such a
wild and gloomy aspect that was almost
on the point of running away. Had done
SO, Victoria Morosni would never have
married Ernest Schiling Being that day
imbued with spirit of adventure,
mounted 10 the top of a flight of stone
steps, where / found a narrow hallway
leading into large room at the back. |
started TO traverse that hall, but on taking
three or four steps forward there was a
crash. felt myself falling-falling-anc
then | became unconscious. When l re-
gained my senses, some days later, was
lying in my bed at my fathers house, sur
rounded by anxious friends and relatives,
and Ernest (who had rescued me, crushed
and bleeding from beneath the wrecked
foor) stood over me with a white face.
They were awaiting the Doctors decision
as to my chances for life. l had
fingered for days, wasting slowly. alt
is serious wound" said the ply
sician; "she has suffered great loss of
blood, and predict her death within an
hour unless one chance alone remains for
kerl it is blood TRANSMISSION" ALI this I
1eard him say without being able to open
my eyelids or speak word. Then there
was another pause. Not one of them
moved. Then Ernest Schilling stepped
forward, Gnd without moments hesita-
ton he barred his strong arm and said
calmly, vet, oh, so determinedly: "Take
from my veins the last drop of blood if it
will save her life" The blood was trans
fused from Ernest's arm to mine. He
saved my life, for l grew strong almost
Immediately. Then there arose an intui-
tive attachment between US. How could
resist loving the man to whom owed my
life and who was pleading for that love
the being whose life blood coursed through
my veins, warming me back to life. 1t
was a great debt / owed him and one which
| have cheerfully paid-if, indeed, the poor
recompense Of my willing hand could pay
it. He says it has. Our vows at least are
indissoluble. 1t is a bon Of love between
US that is fixed unaltered, unalterable.
Had | a thousand years of life I'd live it
all with him. And now you know why
Victoria Morosini welded with Ernest
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