Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-07-08

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 dertaken to hide in several ways, for the very girl with whom she exchanged clothes either committed suicide or else
 was accidentally drowned. Nora Warner had hastily drawn pis-
 tol and fired, but her aim was rendered
 uncertain, owing to the excitement and the deceptive moonlight so that her bull let only inflicted flesh wound upon one of the mems arms instead of ending his life
 Before she could do more they were upon her. like couple of mad panthers Both of them were brutal men, as might be expected from the business they carried on. They knew that the person against whom they were pitted was but a weak woman, yet their orders had not been of merciful nature, and in the bushes near by stood a gaunt figure, clad | in long cloak and slouched hat-the infamous mad-house doctor himself-who would discharge man from his employ should he show sign of mercy when he had received no orders in that line. When, therefore, Nora Warner strug- gled in their fierce grasp, as though she would break away, the men used violent measures.
 One of them clutched her delicate throat in fiendish manner. Her hat had come of, and the long ringlets, which had been suffered to remain on her head during her long confinement in the asylum, blew about in the night breeze. "Carol. where Is Carol?" she huskily cried: ''1 must see her before they take me away-see her and tell her."
 ''Shut upw cried one of the keepers.
 A form clad In white came bounding out of the mill door.
 "I am here, Nora Warner. What would you say to me7" she asked, eagerly.
 II came to see you-to tell you that 1t was all-that he-Roger Dar-good-find out. My God! help mel am choking dyingw
 ''In the name of Heaven take your hand from her throat, you wretch. Don't you see you are killing heri Helpi help" and in her excitement Carol sprang at the keeper, seeking to release the one whom he was choking into insen- sibility.
 "Keep back r he roared, thrusting her aside. "and thank your lucky stars 1t ain't you we've come after.''
 By this time Nora Warner had con- pletely lost her senses, and lay like a log in the arms of the keeper.
 Both Carol and her mother were too much mortified to say a word more.
 Doctor Grim now advanced.
 He was one of your smooth-tongued villains-a scoundrel of the first water and yet he was always pretending to be so tender-hearted that he often deceived those who did not know him.
 It was second nature with him, and, while torturing the poor souls committed to his f1endish care, he was wont to apol- Ogize to them because the red-hot iron was so cold, the end of the lash worn off Q trifle, tho thumb screws aged and all such cold-blooded attempts at ferocious wit.
 Patients confded to his care were nevcr expected to sec the outside world again.
 True, there were many mad persons under his roof, but it Is extremely doubt full whether thero was ever an insane DOT son brought to him.
 Horrible as 1t may seem, the dontor had all sorts of terrible contrivances for mak- ing people mad, and often nothing moro was needed than shutting them in dark dungeon, allowing cold water to fall on their heads, or tickling the bare soles Of their feet an hour each day until the sim pie but barbarOus torture caused the mind to collapse.
 This was the wretch who stood before the two women and suavely begged their pardon for their having witnessed such a spectacle.
 My men have generally to deal with such desperate madmen that they dare not give one half a chance for fear of their lives. They know. also, that this woman is desperate character. Perhaps they have gone little too far, but better that than that she should have been struck upon the head, which is the way we often have to deal with them.
 "But Nora Warner Is not mad. By what right do you drag her away from here?" demanded Carol, recovering her voice when she found she had at least a polished scaundrel to deal with.
 The doctor laughed.
 "You arc no judge of that, miss. Learned men have so decided. These insane creatures could often deceive the devil himself begging your pardon. They have deceived me fully three weeks at time, but in the fourth. at the full of the moon, they proved themselves as mad as March hares. would stake something that this one now has been gaining your sympathy by relating long rigmarole about a cruel husband. There, I can see by your face that it is the truth. She tells every one that, when in truth ahe has the heat Of huahanda who provides her 8 princely home and all the comforts of life. But I must tear n.y. self away, ladies. There Is my card. If ever you should wish a place of retire ment for some poor demented relative who Is better there than in the world, re- member yours sincerely, Timothy Grim, M. D."
 He turned to his men and gave them haas.xdod oxdo,., ,axoaa 1nhiah klasx