The Ketchum keystone. [volume] (Ketchum, Idaho) 1885-1899, 1888-11-10
my dear, you will help me won't your
This he said coaxingly.
ssHnlD vOup What c.n do 2n

I 1hlS he SAID cOaXinUly.
''Help you? What can l do?'
''Such simple thing. Hold yer,
3 still while draw the rich. red bloc;
from your pretty white throat"
, ''You would not spoil my throat?'
pleaded Jessie in winning tones, will
J the courage born of despair. ''Such ;
very little throat" clasping her sof
fingers about it.
''But where else can find the glo
rious stream so rich and red?" hi
) argued, with a frown of perplexity
"It must be transfused into NV owr
veins, that l, too, may be young
again"
''But not the throat! l could not
sing any more then"
'Ah, sol heard you sing. 'Twould
be pity. Well, I'll tell you what
will do. l will open vein in your arm
and take small bit. This will quick
en- the nervous centers. Then comes
my greatest, most scientific discovery.
Listen closely, for l do not mean to
impart the secret to another. 1t is the
TRANSMISSION of brain! Some other mans
head got on my shoulders, and my
brain is all wrong. Now, with young
blood charged in my veins, and your
active brain absorbed into my own un-
certain head, shall find the elixir of
life, and you will not have lived in
vain"
Great heaven! did she hear Alright?
She had submitted to blood-letting
once to crafty an old physician, who
insisted upon the remedy, and she felt
almost brave enough to endure this
operation again. if it would only kill
time and satisfy her tormentor. But
to cut into her brain! Merciful God!
What should she do? She could not
escape, for he watched her with cat
like vigilance. Sac dared not scream,
for so did the other frightened victim
What could she do but try to gain
timep
With rapt expression he continued:
''Since the days of Esculapius there
has been no such transcendaut theory
as this which is to make me famous.
All my weary nights of thought and
days of study are to be rewarded at
last. Come, child, are you ready? 1t
will not hurt you. Only a little pin
prick, and no pain. l would not pain
you, dear"
What if he should bleed her to death!
Oh, sister, oh, lover, come, or she must
die with horror, if not the knife!
"What do you wish? What do YOU
require?" she asked with pallid lips
and q voice that s:rove in vain to be
steady.
Only a handkerchief and a basin,n
lie said, coolly. "You are not afraid?
Good girl! Now for my crowning vic
tory!'
As sicep-walker she produced the |
articles and barred her round white |
arm. Sklllfuly he bound it, and ten
derly made the incision; but as she
felt the warm crimson tide trickle |
down, she gave one feeble gasp and |
knew no more.
Get on as fast as you can. driver.n
said George Barrett, as he and Mabel
took seats in the village stage Then
to his companion he said in re-
assuring tones: Don't be frightened,
dear, she is all right"
81 know it is foolish" said Mabel.
''but those wretched placards make me
nervous, and al that talk about es-
capped murderers and lunatics! | am
almost beside myself Do hurry!'
AS the wide portals of Crestdale ap-
peared Mabel cried, in sudden terror:
Something is wrong, George. See
how dim the lights are! She would be
acre to welcome US, know"
With the fleetness born of anxiety
Mabel ran into the hall and upstairs
to her sisters apartment. George felt
mpelled to follow and reached the {
1oor just as shrill scream sounded Y
from the room. With one stride he J
entered. !
'My God!" he exclaimed, and fell or
lis knees beside the bed, for there,
pound hand and foot. lay the pale, still i
orm of Jessie Winthrop and on the i
loor was basin of blood.
Mabel cluny to her sister, wildly inn f
'loring her to speak to her. Recover t
ng his presence of mind, the young q
nan hastily unbound the silken cords :
rom the delicate wrists and ankles T
nd bent over the white face. Eagerly S
e noted faint culver of the eyelids, l,
1hen figure bounded from behind
he heavy portiere, which loosed from
IS cords had fallen to the floor, and s.
prang from the room, intercepting
lichael, who was entering the door Y
nth parcel. a
The man gave yell of terror, and 81
lstantly the house was in an uprOar. h
''See to her. Mabel!" shouted George,
5 he darted in frantic pursuit. h
But the man had utterly disappeared Y;
! the din. Katie, who had been nap ST
ing in the kitchen, now added her ii
creams to the uproar, and furious cl
nging at the bell sounded long and g1
ud. The latter proceeded from a h,
arty OF men who were in pursuit of til
an whose face had been seen at the sc
wer window at Crestdale. Whether al
e escaped lunatic from the state asy- dc
m, or the escaped murderer for whom w
ere was large reward offered, re- ae
aimed to be proved. fo
The search that was instituted soon of
learthed the victim who dashed out sh
,on the roof, and rather than be cap wi
red threw himself from the tower. DR.
is mangled remains were removed, tu
nid the horror and excitement of the tn
sembled crowd below. stt
All night the anxious watchers hung hi
er the PROSTATE girl, gathering her kc
,ry, bit by bit. 1t was supposed that an
g maniac had bound her for the final de
d fatal operation he had gloried in in.
len the sound of their arrival fright
ed him away. tn,
For days Jessie Winthrop was i'll 90
IN the terrible shock. The wedding IS
$ utterly quiet, but George refused no
have it deferred.
n was months hefora tho str.;cEon 49,