Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1888-07-27

tne now JneOry, tne TRANSMISSION OF DlOOd
They wanted to steal my glory, so the
locked mo in. But outwittcd them.
, captured those and ran away"
, As no spoke ho laughed wildly, an,
took from his jacket black case o
, bright, new surgical instruments.
"These were what needed" he con
tinucd, with low chuckle. al could no
} attain the goal without these beauties.
Thcn, carossingly, he went owe
thom. Lancet, trocar, bistoury, probe
tourniquet," mentioning tho whole col
lection, whilo ho passed his fingers af
fectionately over tho small, sharI
blades.
"For many years" he went on, "'
have studied this theory. Tho only
thing is to find young, strong, healthy
subject found her-I was hiding il
the bushes, she was on tho highway
but sho would not listen to me-"
"You did not kill hcrP" tho gir
forced her dry lips to ask.
"Nny, nay; that is nm ugly word.
had to sacrifice hor. ] did not kill
Then the foolish mob came and lled
hithcr. But l had bit of bread and
meat. She dropped her basket of lunch,
I've been hiding in yondcr tower,
pointing upward. al thought might
find what l want And now, my dear,
you will help me, won't you9"
This he said coaxingly.
"IIelp youp What can do?
"Such simple thing. Hold very
still while l draw the rich, red blood
from your pretty white throat
"You would not spoil my throatP'
pleaded Jessie, in winning tones, with
the courage born of despair. "Such n
very little throat" clasping her soft
fingers about it,"
But where else can find tho glori-
ous stream so rich and red?" he argued,
with n frown of perplexity. at must
be trnnsfused into my own veins, that l.,
too, may be young again."
"But not the throat! could not
sing any more them"
"Ah, SOL heard you sing. 'Twould
be n pity. Well, I'll tell you what
will do. l 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.
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, shall find the elixir of
life, and you will not have lived in
vain.m
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, if it would only kill time and sat
isfy her tormentor. But to cut into her
brainl AIerciful Godl What should
she do? She could not escape for he
watched her with n cat-like vigilance.
She dared not scream, for so did the
other frightened victim. What could
she do but try to gain time?
With n rapt expression he continued:
"Since the days OF Esculapius there
has been no such transcendant theory
rs 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 readyP 1t
will not hurt you. Only n little pin
prick, and no pain. would not pain
you, dear"
What if he should bleed her to death!
o, sister, oh, lover, come, or she must
die with horror, il not the knife!
What do you wish? What do you
rcquire?' she asked, with pallid lips
and voice that strove in vain to be
steady!
"Only handkerchief and n BASIN"
he said, coolly. "You are not afraid?
Good girl! Now for my crowning vic
torym
As n sleep-walker she produced the
articles and barred her round, white
arm. Skillfully he bound it, and ten
derly made the incision; but as she felt
tho warm, crimson tide trickle down
she gave one feeble gasp and knew no
more.
Get on as fast as you can, driver;"
said George Barrett, as he and Mabel
took seats in the village stage. Then
turning to his companion, he said in
reassuring tones: Don't be frightened,
dear, she is all right
'I know it is foolish, said Mabel,
"but those wretched placards make me
nervous, and all that talk about escaped
murderers and lunatics! l am aim, st
beside myself. Do hurry"
As the wide portals of Crestdale ap-
peared, Mabel cried, in sudden terror:
Something is wrong, George. See
how dim the lights are! She would be
here to welcome us, / know"
With the ileetness born of anxiety
Mabel ran into the hall and upstairs to
her sisters apartment. George felt i'm
PEELED to follow and reached the door
just as n shrill scream sounded from the
room. With one stride he entered.
my God!" he exclaimed, and fell on
his knees beside the bed, for there,
bound hand and foot, lay the pale, still
form of Jessie Winthrop and on the
floor was basin of blood.
Mabel clung to her sister, wildly i'm
ploring her to speak to her. Recover
ing his presence on mind, the young
man hastily unbound the silken cords
from the delicate wrists and ankles and
bent over tho white face. Eagerly he
noted faint quiver of the eyelids,
when n figure bounded from behind the
heavy portiere, which loosed from its
cords had fallen to the floor, and sprang
from tho room, intercepting Michael,
who was entering the room with par
eel.
The man gave yell of terror and
instantly the house was in an uproar.
"See TO her, Mabel!' shouted George,
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