Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1885-01-11

Vietn4f& nzoxisins EKrAains HoH Arne4f
Cepfared Ser Ansetions.
Notwithstanding the fact that volemes
have been written aud published about the
5emous Morosini eI0pement case and yarious
ordinations made as to hcw the lady be-
came infatuated with her fathers coachman,
ne real facts were never brought to light
mill they were obtained by q reporter here
from Mrs. Schilling herself. says Boston
telegram 10 the New York World. ihe
s,oTv i a remarkable one. Mrs. Settling,
IN reply to questions on the subject sad:
From childhood up it has been my plea
sure 10 roam at will through the torres.
which surrounded my home. Riding, too,
was a great enjoyment to me, not because
Ernest drove. for then I had no interest IN
him. One day | went to ride on the road
that winds along the banks Of the beautiful
Hudson river. From one point on that
road the ruins Of an old stone mansion are
visible. II stands on the top of a hill at q
considerable distance from the road to the
right. / had often wished to go nearer
TO its moss grown walls, but had
always been deferred BY some
member of the family being with me,
ar else the sign marked Danger
ousr" which was nailed to a tree in 'front.' OF
il. But this day j was alone and deter
mined. Ernest drove, and Notwithstanding
his entreaty / sprang out Of the carriage
and was soon peering into the the great en-
trance of the old ruin. Aiming myself with
a stick ! pushed aside the vines aud creep
ers that oyerhung the open door, and stood
within the great hallway, which was filled
with poisonous underground. The interior
presented such o wild and gloomy aspect
that l was almost on the point OF RAINING
svav. Had / donJ so, Victoria Moroslnl
would never have married Ernest Schilling.
Being that dey imbued with a spirit OF
adventure, | mounted to the top of ! Hight
of stone steps. There l found a mar
row hallway leading into a large room at
the back. | started TO traverse that hall,
bat on taking three or four steps forward
there was a crash. ] felt myself falling
faIirc-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
wrecked foor) stood over me with a white
face. They we're awaiting the doctors de,
c,sion as to my chances for life. had
iipcercd for DAYS, wasting slowly vt 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 herr it is
blood TRANSMISSION" All this | heard him
:ay without being able to open my eyelids or
speak a word. Then there was another
pause. Then Ernest Schilliug stepped for.
ward and without a moments hesitation he
bsICd his strong right arm and said calmly,
vet oh, so determinedly: Take from my
veins the last drop Of blood if it will q
her lHir.n The blood was transfused from
ErL,.|s arm 10 mine. he saved my lite,
,cr grew strong almost immediate.
Is. Then there arose an intuitiye at
icd II ent between us. How could resist
ltv;Yg the man 10 whom / owed my liseand
who rItaded for that love-,he being whose
ife llcCd courses through my veins, warm
nC ne back TO life? 1t was a great debt |
owcl lin, and one which ! have cheerfallS
paiG--if, indeed, the poor recompenso 0! my
sil:rg hand could pay it. He says it has.
Our VOWS at least are indissoluble. 1t is a
cord Of love between US that is fixed, unal.
tered, unalterable. Had / q thousand
years of life I'd live it all with him. And
now you know why Victoria Morosini we'd
ded YiLh Ernest Schilling.