New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1888-03-07
PARTIcEPs cRIMIHIs.
nNow, you're not a bit afraid, MoIlies.

NOW, you're not bit afraid, MoIlies.
.sAfraid-of what? I'm not baby
mo, indeed; you're hundled,s hooking.
".
ssAnd if I've travelled all the way from Gncin-
natl to New York by myself, don't know
why can't go from bennington to London. !"
Yes, but this isn't America, you know.
And girls are SO silly. don't see what can
happen to you, unless you put your head out
of the window too far and get it knocked off.
Now, don't be dlgnifed I'm telling you this
to keep my spirits up. I'm afraid maybe the
mater might cut up about my leaving you, but
l can't let this chance for shooting slip, and
the fellows won't wait Hello here's the
train! First-class to London, guard Nobody
in the compartment? All right, Polly, jump
in. Make my peace with the mater if she is
yexed Tra-la-la, cried my brother, giving
me hug and a kiss.
The door slammed I was going to London
all alone, when it opened again A man rushed
IN pell-m el-gun, bag and fishing tackle
Just in time, guard?'
Here's a shilling for your trouble AL
alone eh?'
ssNo, sir; young lady sir"
This time the door slammed securely. the
key was turned and the guard disappeared
1t was half past four o'clock a damp, dull
afternoon. looked at myself IN the little mir
Tor opposite 1t refected a tall brown eyed.
brown haired girl, with a pretty complexion and
neat travelling dress. A very young person,
eighteen at best, and very strong and healthy
one. we, my brother and [, had been to War
WICK. Stratford, etc, and at the last moment
he received telegram from some college mates
bidding him meet them in the north: they had
formed shooting party which was to start the
next day. MY mother was in London; SO we
determined, rather than destroy his pleasant
trip, that return to her alone.
The train was going at full speed ffty-fve
miles an hour could scarcely in the dim
twilight of the December day, distinguish the
rapidly moving trees and houses as we Skin ted
along. After a little, turned my eyes on my
companion. He was tall, raw-boned man
with gray eyes and long red hair; heavy red
whiskers covered his face He wore shoot
ing jacket and a loose flannel blouse. He
fixed his eyes on me for five minutes without
speaking. At a certain station the guard our
guard thatwas, got out and passed the window
| saw another official get on Our guard touch
ed his cap and boarded an outgoing train
We started off with renewed rapldity. was
feeling almost lonely, and the slightest degree
embarrassed bym close proximity to my I'M
soclable companion, when he got up from his
seat, opened his travelling bag, took out a pair
of shears, and putting his hand on my should
en- rs said:
Cut your halr?' l cried, too amazed to be
alarmed. care you crazy? Cut your hair?n
Eyes; cut my hair Immediately"
81 will not!' exclaimed. s'Guard, guard,
come to me! This man is crazy!n
rushed to the door, It was locked of course;
and the guard knew, and who knew US, was
miles away, having changed at the last station
ut is useless to make disturbance, said the
fellow. 81 intend thatyou shall cut my hair! If
you do not, will kiss you"
Trembling, l took the shears.
s'Walt. Put towel around my neck: there.
Thanks very munh Now carafI7I1y
For half hour I cut away It had grown
quite dark, only the dim light of the railroad
lamp illumined the compartment
SIS it all off," he asked producing his glass
and peerlng at the cropped crown
eyes"
"Not bad for a beginner, Now for my whis-
kers. | can't shave you see, for my arm is
broken.
For the first time saw that this member
hung helplessly at his side
''But will not!' screamed; ST will not?"
eyes, you will" said my prosecutor You
will do just what I tell you. kneel down here
In front of me and cut my beard"
81 will not!" will mott"
every WELL" and he advanced toward me.
INSTANTLY I was on my knees cutting away
at the forest of underground.
AS close as you can my dear. You will
find the shears sharp. 1 don't believed you've
left hair on my head"
This took me longer than my previous Job
L
particular
SAL must go" he said, pensively; all my
long lovelo and my lady-killers. But
NECESSITY" sissh-s'cruel necessity
knows no law"
He threw me kiss with the tips of his bonv
fingers
4 shall always dub you Cruel Necessity in
my own mind"
His face being as clean shaver as nv nipple
nent allowed, he babe me turn my back
II will mott oh, will notn l wept ssYou
will kill me! Oh, have mercy!"
''You will turn your back Immediately" said
my tormentor. ssBut first help me adjust my
arm in this sling"
Like a whipped slave I meekly tore the lin
en- handkerchief he produced from the valse
into two parts and bound it about his arm At
least he was brave, for the drops stood on his
brow but he did not CULVER
Snow take this lead and pencil under my
eyes, and shadow my eyebrows; not too deep
ly, but as you would do your own, my dear,
were you dressing for ball.
trembled s"Ihe madman!n whispered,
below my breath. ooh, the madman" Butt
did as was bid. One faltering look, and I
felt his arm would be around me.
Now look out of the window. Mind, if you
so much as move that pretty little head, on my
honor as gentleman I must take my re-
venge.
For twenty minutes (or was it hundred
years?) sat gazing into the darkness without
The lightning rapldity of the train as we rushed
along made a leap through the window suici-
dial. 1 thought of my mother and my home,
and, poor child, of my girllsh sins and negl1-
gences. was too frightened then to cry. too
stunned to make any resistance
Look my pretty dear!" said gay voice.
1 heard the window open and a black bun
die fell Was dreaming or mad? There I'M
der the light of the little oil lamp, breviary in
his hand, with downcast eyes and reverential
air, was young priest in the full flowing
yestments Of fellow of Jesuit college The
fishing tackle, the gun, the valise, the shears.
the towel, with the bundle of hair, were ali
gone; and with them the thief, murderer, as
sassln-I knew not what he might have been
''Where is he??" I said presently, hoarsy-
was it my own voice issuing from my bloodiess
lips? ''What has become of the mantle
murderer?
You have been. sleeping. dear child said
the father, gently ''No one.is here but N.Y..
SELF. You are under the spiritual and tempor-
al care of the church
He smiled and moved a little / recognized,
the lately denuded crown and rudely shaven,
beard. The bandaged arm, was hidden under
his flowing sleeve.
sIonnon, sir! Ay, ay! all right sir. First.
class? Yes, sir; one gentleman and a lady:
This way sir" cried the guard
heard the door unlock, and two policemen:
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