The Arizona sentinel., 1888-08-18
"Only that one, remember" and she


 by that inimitable caricaturist in hi
 best manner. It was that of parisl
 beadle - he must have been tn
 original of Mir. Bumble-looking a
 some small boys who had unfortunatel!
 dropped a marble during service il
 church. 1 remember laughing hearti
 ly at the wonderful expression in tn
 eyes of the beadle; the artist hat
 thrown into them whole world o
 comicality. Not hearing Macray speal
 for a few moments, 1 looked at him and was surprised and shocked to SC, that his face was blanched, and witl the hardest look of despair on it that ever saw. He had withdrawn a foo or two from me, and had the appear ance of listening. was on the poin | of asking him if he was ill, when heard steps in the outer hall, and ar 1 odd, wheezing sound, as if some body had the asthma. The door was pres ently pushed open, and an old setter crawled into the room. The noise was now explained-it was the old dog. again looked at Macray; the look ot despair had faded out of his counte- nance and he was once more himself.
 ''That is capital illustration oi Cruikshank's genius, is it not?" he said, coming hastily to me.
 ''It is SO" replied.
 Just then we heard music, and such musicI
 ''It is Madge playing. Come" and his face was aglow with emotion. ''We will join her" We did so.
 If there is one thing, Mrs. Macray, shall insist upon it is that my wife shall be able to play on the piano." said, when she had finished piece by Rubinstein.
 "You are right, old boy" said Macray. 'I do not think could exist without music; one needs it almost as much as meat and drink"
 We talked late into the night; but all gatherings must break up some time, and at half-past twelve I fol- lowed Macray to my room. It was on the second story, only short distance from the one occupied by himself.
 Feeling very tired, I hastily un- dressed and went to bed. It did not take long for me to pass into the land of dreams.
 l was awakened by a heavy weight pressing on my chest. Half awake, tried to push the something away, when my hand was seized aud bitten. Reused into full consciousness by the pain, l put forth all my strength and threw the something off the bed and scrambled tn the eees4 By the aid of the moonlight I saw that my un- known assailant was not some gi- gantic monkey, as had suspected, but a small, undersized man.
 "Who are you?N said, ''and what devils game are you playing with me?"
 There was no answer, but hissing as of kettle boiling over came from between his teeth. had but lately seen ''Dr. Jekyll and MT. Hyde," and visions of the latter came vividly to my mind, 1 managed to reach the table and to light a candle. At this the man, with some incoherent gibber- ish, rushed at me. 1 had thought I was strong, but, whether owing to the terror of the situation or what, this fiend incarnate had me by the throat, and was oh, help!-killing mel re- member struggling and writhing, but all to no purpose; and then choking, burning sensation, and then all was a blank When I came to I found I was once more in bed. The candle was still | lighted, and I saw Macray sitting on a | chair near me, with his head buried | in his hands. A slight movement on | my part caused him to start.
 Are you better, old fellow?"
 "Yes," l answered; ''is it gone?"
 He seemed to understand, for he said | simply, "Yes."
 ''What-or who-was it?''
 '1 will tell you every thing to-mor- 'ow; had you not better wait?n re- oiled Macray.
 ''No; tell me now. I am right. I mink, though, l had a pretty tight ;queeze."
 ''It was my brother Charles who at acked you. It is strange story, and will not ask you to believe it. Some i've years ago Charles was in business nd had home of his own. One day le told his wife he had to go to Cincin- ati. The nature of his business re- uired him to go quite often on short rips to the neighboring cities. This ime he was absent about a week. When he got back he had not the llghtest idea where he had been, nor ould he give any account of his move 1 lents since leaving New York. He aid he could only remember travelling 1 good deal on the cars. To me and is wife he admitted (although he [ Ould not explain it) that he felt he | ad suffered some harm; but of what ature he could not say. This went on { IT year, when, in the same week ( recisely as year before, he had an { tack of insanity which lasted just '
 week, and left him perfectly I 'nsible, yet very much exhausted. f fortunately, this first attack occurred hen he was alone with me on fishing t Scurslon in the mountains. What 1 c ao to endure that week no one can y naglne' and no one will ever know. d 'ell, this has gona or fov, a,,o,,ol