Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1885-04-09
How the Coachman Won Her.

Notwithstanding the fact that vol
umes have been written and published
about the famous Morosini elopement
case and various explanations made as
to how the lady became infatuated with
her fathers coachman, the real facts
were never brought TO light until they
were obtained by reporter here from
Mrs. Schilling herself, says telegram
to the New York World. The story is 3
remarkable one. Mrs. Schilling, in re-
ply to questions on the subject, said:
From childhood up it has been my
pleasure to roam at viii through the
forest which surrounded my home.
Riding, too, was great enjoyment TO
me, not because Ernest drove, for Their
l had no interest in him. One day ]
went to ride on the road that winds
along the banks of the lovely Hudson
river. From one point on that road
the ruins of an old stone mansion are
visible. 1t stands on the top of hill
at . considerable distance from the road
to the right. l had often wished to 90
nearer to its moss-grOwn walls, but had
always been deferred by some member
OF the family being with me, or else the
sign marked Dangerous" which was
nailed to a tree in front of it. But this
day was alone and determined. En-
nest drove, and notwithstanding his
entreaty, | sprang out Of the carriage
and was soon peering into the great
entrance of the old ruin. Aiming my
self with a stick [ pushed aside the
vines and creepers that overhung the
open door, and stood within the great
hallway, which was filled with poison
Gus underground. The interior pre-
scented such a wild and gloomy aspect
that | was almost on the point of run
ming away. Had [ done so, Victoria
Morosini would never have married
Ernest Schilling. Being that day i'm
mounted to the top of flight of stone
steps. There | found a narrow hall
way leading into a large room at the
back. [ started to traverse that hall,
but on taking three or four steps for
ward there was crash. / felt myself
falling falling and then [ became
unconscious. When / regained my
senses some days later, / was lying in
bed at my fathers house, surrounded
by anxious friends and relatives, and
Ernest (who had rescued me, crushed
and bleeding, from beneath the wreck
ed foor) stood over me with pale
white face. They were awaiting the
doctors decision as to my chances for
life. l had fingered for days wasting
slowly. cit is a serious wound" said
the physician; ''she has suffered great
loss of blood, and predict her death
within an hour unless one chance alone
remains for her; 1T is blood TRANSMISSION.
All this [ heard him say without being
able to open my eyelids OF speak a
word. Then there was another pause.
Not one of them moved Then Ernest
Schilling stepped forward, and without
q moments hesitation he barred his
strong right arm and said, calmly, yet,
oh, SO determinedly: ''Jake 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 | grew strong almost
Immediately. Then there arose an iI,-
tuitiye attachment between US. How
could I.resist loving the man to whom
I owed my life and who pleaded for
that love-the being whose life-blood
courses in my veins, warming me back
to life? It was q great debt l owed
him, and one which l have cheerfully
paid-if, indeed, the poor recompense
Of my willing hand could pay it. He
says it has. Our vows at least are in
dissoluble. 1t is bond of love between
us that is fixed, unaltered, unalterable.
Had | thousand years of life I'd live
it all with him. And now you know
why Victoria Morosini welded with En-
nest Schilling.