St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1888-09-08


vagaries till help came. She was pet
ted, spoiled darling. but she had great
strength Of will and she now called it
into requisitiOn.
She hurriedly glanced at the clock.
and calculated how long it would be be-
fore her dear. ones should arrive. Alas!
it was just eight What. oh. what
could she do? OF whom did he speakf
Kill her? Kin whom? Then the mys-
terry OF the murdered girl darted into
her mind. Katie had been right. then.
There was truth in q murdered girl.
Was this her slayer?
Suddenly, with aconfidential gesture.
he babe her sit down near him.
'Tll tell you all about it. " he said.
III she had only kept still! But she
screamed and tried to run away. can't
stand noise. 1t sets me wild. l must
have this blood-this pure. young. life
giving stream. But she would not lis
ten to me. Poor thing! 1t was too
bad, wasn't it? Hey? Speak.
Trembling at the sound of her own
voice. the girl commanded herself to
say:
Eyes. Who was she."
II don't know" he replied. seriously.
..She was beautiful and fresh-almOst
as fair as you. l was getting away from
that cursed place. Think of combining
a man of my learning in . mad-house.
But that was just it. had mastered
the new theory. the TRANSMISSION OF blood.
They wanted to steal my glory. so they
locked me in. But outwitted them. !
captured these and ran away"
As he spoke he laughed wildly. and
took from his jacket black case Of
bright. new surgical instruments.
These were what i needed" he con-
tinued. with low chuckle. II could not
attain the goal without these beauties"
Then. caressingly, he went over
them. Lancet, trocar. bistoury. probe.
tourniquet." mentioning the whole col
lection. while he passed his fingers NJ
fectionately over the small. sharp
blades.
For many years." he went on. Il
have studied this theory. The only
thing Is to find a young. strong. healthy
subject. ! found herr was hiding In
the bushes, she was on the highway
but she would not listen to me-"
..You did not kill herr" the girl
forced her dry lips to ask.
May, nay; that is an ugly word. I
had to sacrifice her. / did not kill.
Then the foolish mob came and fled
hither. But I had bit OF bread and
meat. She dropped her basket Of lunch.
I've been hiding in yonder tower"
pointing upward. 81 thought might
find what want. And now, my dear,
you will help me, won't YOUR
This he said coaxingly.
"Help you? What can I dos
.'Such a simple thing. Hold very
still while ! draw the rich, red blood
from your pretty white throat"
''You would not spoil my throat?'
pleaded Jessie. in winning tones. with
the courage born Of despair. ''Such a
very little throat" clasping her soft
fingers about it."
But where else can l find the glori-
GUS stream SO rich and red?" he argued.
with frown Of perplexity. 1T must
be transfused into my own veins, that 1,
too. may be young again"
but not the throat! I could not
sing any more then"
''Ah. SOL heard you sing. Twould
be a pity. Well. I'll tell you what I
will do. will open . vein in your
arm and take small bit. This will
quicken the nervous centers. Then
comes my greatest. most scientific dis
covery. Listen closely. for ! do not
mean to impart the secret to another.
II 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 |
uncertain 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, II it would only kill time and sat-
isfy her tormentor. But to cut into her
brain! Merciful God! What should
she dos She could not escape for he
watched her with cat-like vigilance.
She dared not scream, for SO did the
other frightened victim. What could
she do but try to gain time?
With rapt expression he continued:
..Since the days Of Esculapius there
has been no such transcendant 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. would not pain
you. dear"
What il he should bleed her to death!
O, 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 strove in vain to be |
steady!
..Only handkerchief and a BASIN"
he said, cOolly. .You are not afraid? |
Good girl! Now for my GROWING vic |
toryr
As a sleep-walker she produced the |
articles and barred her round, white |
arm. Skillfully he bound it. and ten
derby made the incision; but as she felt |
the warm. crimson tide trickle down |