Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1886-09-24
A CLASSIC MANIAC.
A Young Lady Who Refused to
be Sacrificed.

tcaCner IN the female seminary OF j.,
in South Louisiana, Like many another
of my countrywomen, was compelled
TO disregard the normal antipathy of
the Southern mind to woman over
stepping the strait limits that bind her
within the sacred privacy of home, and
battling in the worlds arena for daily
bread. So l took my place in the
ranks of the combatants, and tSained
young ideas in the seminary of j.
/ found it pleasant little place. pretty
and picturesque, and especially favored
with good society and an abundance of
schools and churches. 1t had one
great drawback, however; what that
was my story will disclose.
One summer even ng set out for a
ramble through the pine woods extend
ing for some distance above the town.
1t had been an intensely hot day, and
had found the tedium OF the schooroom
increased to an intolerable degree by
the burning heat of the atmosphere; so
went to look for n cooler spot than the
brick walls of the college could afford.
l found it on the top of pine-crowned
hill, and, seating myself on the soft
carpet of dead pine straw that covered
the ground, became immersed in
thoughts of former halcyon days, be-
fore the grim spectres of war and ruin
stalkcd through our sunny land, that
forgot all about the lapse of time and
my distance from home.
l was recalled to n sense of my sur
roundings by low roll of thunder,
and, starting up, was surprised to see
how dark it had grown. The sky was
covered with thick clouds, through
which shone an occasional ominous
flash. The wind, too, had risen, and
the solemn roar of the pine trees, surely
the most mournful eerie sound mortal
ears ever heard, filled the air. i hastily
descended the hill, walking as rapidly
as possible, hoping to reach home be-
fore the storm broke. Before l had
gone half n mile | was startled by
loud voice just behind me, saying:
"a pleasant evening, madam
turned round and stared in astonish-
ment, first, as not being as supposed
entirely alone, secondly, at the unccrc-
monious salutation of stranger: ana
thirdly, at the very inappropriate re-
mark. Immediately behind me, rs if
he had just sprung out of the ground,
stood young man, evidently a gentle
man, in faultless evening costume ex-
cept that, strange to say, he wore no
hat. Where he had come from, or
what he could be doing out there in the
woods in that dress and bareheaded,
could not conjecture; nor how he pre-
sumed to address me so familarly. /
replied by as slight and cold bow rs
nd N,,,-, L. IL
rapidly onward. Not at all disconcert-
ed by my chilling behavior, he stepped
up to my side and walked with me, con-
tinuing the conversation, or rather
monologue, in the same loud tone.
IAN uncommonly pleasant evening,
certainly. l have never felt the balmy
air of the sweet South so refreshing as
after day when the scorching rays of
Pho us, as the ancient Greeks named
the bright luminary of the sky, have been
so over-powering. / trust we shall have
alovely night when the pale Diana, god
dess of the silver bow, will reign SUI
preme, and with her mild beams cool
our burning brainsP"
''Is he crazyp" thought /, getting
rather pale and nervous, and then crit
ically examining my unwclcome escort
No, he looked sane enough; somewhat
flighty, certainly, and decidedly high
flown in his languages; but COM
posed and gentlemanly in manner. Just
then | remembered that an amateur
Thespian society had been recently
formed in J. which entirely pos
sessed the hearts and souls of the juve-
nile population, and at once set down
my new acquaintance as an enthusiastic
votary of the histrionc art who carried
lofty phraseology of the boards into
private conversation. even thought
his face looked familiar, and decided
that i must have met him at rehearsal.
So, as there seemed no possibility of
getting rid of HIM, put good face on
the matter and replied civilly that was
afraid he was mistaken in his op n
ion of the weather, as there seemed ey-
cry prospect of a violent storm.
mo, no." replied my srandiloquent
friend, waving his hand gracefully
round what sailors would call ''the
offing," "that is not probable. Zeus,
father of gods and men, would not so
forget his divine prerogatiye of protect
ing the weak as to commence tlinging
his thunderbolts around while one SO
fair, and alas! so frail, is exposed to
their dire effects"
decidedly the man is mad," thought
j, and involuntarily quickened my steps
TO a run.
"Don't hurry" cried he, and laid his
hand on my arm as If to check my
flight. This completed my panic, but
had still sense enough left to reflect that
if the man were really insane the worst
thing / could do was TO betray my
terror to him, and strove hard to re-
tain sufficient presence of mind TO get
rid of him without offending him.
''Excuse me, sir, but as see house
TO the left among the trees, think |
will take shelter there, as am sure we
are going to have storm"
As II to corroborate my words there
came Just then binding flash, an ear
splitting clap of thunder, and few
large slow drops fell on my bonnet and
my troublesome companions bare head.
There speaks the voice of mighty
Jove," cried that strange individual
with another graceful wave of the hand,
.but have no fears, madam, the gods of
high Olympus war not on weak mortals
like ourselves. but on each other"
''I don't care about getting my hest
bonnet ruined, however" said /; 'sthere
are no nilliners' shops on Olympus to
furnish me another. You, sir, as sou
do not seem afraid of storms and have
no hat to spoil, had better go OH to
town"
"And leave you to face the perlls of
the tempest aloneP" cried he, gallantly.
"Never! We will face them together,
no matter how dreadful they may be-. !"
And he Immediately began singing in
the same loud unnaturaIly loud.
1t seemed to me-the old-fashioned
song:
% ,,we viii liye and l9se together