Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1888-08-24

~ determined to return &C this cOun-
try
There the old subject came back to
me with redOubled force, but fought
against it manfully. One night
went down to college and purchased
a cadaver.
81 had an operation to perform
the next day on the throat of a man
up town, so thought I would look
again at the muscles and tendCns Of
the neck and throat, so as to be sure
of what 1 was about.
F'TheFe was one young student in
the dissecting room when my cadaVer
was brought up, and as he wanted
an arm I sold him one off the body
was to Operate on.
cit was of an Italian, a man who
had been found drowned in the East
river months before, and the body
had probably been picked for weeks.
''WeI, we remained there an hour,
chatting merrily. He was saving
the arm to pieces, and 1 was cutting
the neck and throat. He finally cut
off the arm entirely at the shoulder,
and then, noticing an abrasion on
the forehead cut the skin away to see
what it was.
81 shall never forget the cut.
cit was square-abOut an inch in
Width-and once, when his knife slip
ped, hemade apecuiar running slash,
which reached almost to the left ear.
He left me soon afterWard alone in
the rOOm-not exactly alone, either,
for each of the 20 tables held a body
under way Of dissection.
cit got around toward II o'clock,
and I uncOnsciOusly began to dwell
on the old subject. 1t took hold of
me with more than the old force, and
began to think how the body 1 was
operating on would look restored to
life
''I did not intend to experiment,
but all the materials were on hand;
l was alone at the dead OF night, sur
rounded by the dead only, and be
gan to work.
CAT first failure crowned my effOI -.
I grew anxious to succeed and tried
harder.
Suddenly the hard, gray flesh
took on a better color; the blood
flowed from the arm, neck and fore
head, and with a sigh the body sat
up and looked at me with a face I
shall never forget.
''I plunged my knife into the body
again and again, and at last had the
satiss -sUiOn OF seeing it fall back
again on the table. To make sure
that it was dead beyond doubt 1
drew my 'scalpel' across the throat,
severing the jugular vein and carotid
artery, and then, more dead than
alive, got back to my home.
Il was i'll for months afterward,
and when l recovered / started again
for foreign lands, but l Travelled here,
there and everywhere trying to shake
off the horrible specter. Just a year
after 1 was in Berlin, and on the ami
| versary of the night l had raised the
/ dead 1 attended ball given by the
! American consul. l dressed early,
/ and, presenting my card was at once
1 admitted to the reception room, and
until midnight enjoyed myself as well
/ as l knew how.
Il stood near the entrance talking
with the daughter Of the house, when
/ a voice at my side said: 'SignOr,
a card and turning l saw
/ a servant standing at my side l
| took the card, and was about to
/ give him some directions, when i
| glanced at his face.
ct was the face of the bOdyI had
/ brought back to life. There was no
/ mistake. There were the scars of the
cuts of my knife at his throat, the
square cut on the forehead, with the
long gOuge to the ear, and the left
arm was missing at the shoulder.
Il fell insensible, and when 1 recOv-
cred 1 could not find the servant.
Madame knew of no servant with one
| of his arms missing and the scars on
his face as described them, but the
/ daughter had seen the man as l did,
so there was no mistake.
every year since that time the
man has appeared before me, in one
shape or another, on the anniversary
of that horrible night in the dissect-
ing-rOOm; and is it any wonder that
/ want to end it all with a bullet?
Sometimes I think am dreaming OF
crazy, and have brought you here
tonight to examine me one way or
the other"
AS the doctor finished hesank back
in his chair. Wiping away the perspir-
alton, which stood in beads on his
forehead.
The hands OF the clock showed the
hour of ID, and the doctor was about
to speak again, when the door bell
rang, clear and loud.
The doctor started to his feet, his
face CHASTITY white and his body
trembling from head to foot, and
would have fallen to the floor if the
visitor had not supported him.
He looked up at the scribe with a
piteOus look in his eye and mumbled
''There he is"
Forcing him back in his chair, the
reporter signifed in a whisper for him