The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1888-07-27

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that she must, II possible. humor hi
vagaries till help came. She was pet
ted, spoiled darling, but she had grea
strength of will and she now called i
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. wha'
could she do? OF whom did he speak,
Kill her? Kill whom? Then the mys
terry Of the murdered girl darted intt
her mind. Katie had been right, then
There was truth in a murdered girl
Was this her slayer?
Suddenly, with aconfidential gesture
he babe her sit down near him.
"I'll tell you all about it," he said
If she had only kept still! But she
screamed and tried to run away. Ican't
stand noise. 1t els me wild. / mus,
have this blood-this pure, young. life
giving stream. But she would not lis.
ten to me. Poor thing! 1t was toe
bad, wasn't it? Hey? Speak.
Trembling at the sound of her OWL
voice, the girl commanded herself to
say:
"Yes. Who was she?"
Il don't know" he replied. seriously.
'.She was beautiful and fresh-almost
as fair as you. was getting away from
that cursed place. Think of combining
a man of my learning in mad-house.
Bu: 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 l 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 l 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 af-
fectionately over the small, sharp
blades.
"For many years." he went on. 81
have studied this theory. The only
thing is to find a young. strong, healthy
subject. / found her-I was hiding in
the bushes. she was on the highway
but she would not liste. to me-"
..You did not kill her??" the girl
forced her dry lips to ask.
NAY, nay: that is an ugly word. I
had to sacrifice her. / did not kill.
Then the foolish mob came and fled
hither. But l had bit of bread and
meat. She dropped her basket of lunch.
I've been hiding in yonder tower"
pointing upward. II thought might
find what want. And now, my dear,
you will help me, won't you?'
This he said coaxingly.
'Help you' What can I doe
''Such a simple thing. Hold very
still while I 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. at must
be transfused into my own veins. that I.
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 l
will do. will open a 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.
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
uncertain head. I 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-ietting once
to crafty an old physician, who insisted
upon the remedy. and she felt almost
brave enough 70 endure this operation
again, if it would only kill time and sat-
isfy her tormentor. But 10 cut into her
brain! Mecciful God! What should
she dos She could no; escape for he
watched her with cst-like vigilance.
She dared not scream, for so did the
other frightened victim. What could
she do but try to gain timese
With rapt expression he continued:
'.Since the days of Esculapius there
has been no such trlnscendant theory
as this which is to make me famous.
AL 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 little pin
prick. and no pain. 1 would not pain
you. dear
What if he should bleed her 20 death!
o. sister. oh. lover. come. or she must
die with horror. if not the knife!
what do you wisho What do you
require?a" she asked, with pallid lips
and voice that strove in vain to be
steady:
Only handkerchief and a BASIN"
he said, cOolly. "iou are not afraid
Good girl! Now for my browning vic
tory!'
As a sleep-walker she produced the
articles and barred ner round, white