The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1889-10-16

musical impressions, but never had been
so completely enthralled. His intervals
were intervals of torment, only to be sue
ceeded by new raptures; and when at last
all was over, felt only that | could be-
seech him to resume. But it was all over,
and with the rest / had 10 90 forth into
the night.
In truth it was fearful night There
was high cold wind, with fercely-beat-
ing sleet, and coming from the brilliant
light 1t was almost impossible to discern
the objects around. called out: "Reeve!
is Reeve here?" and voice said; Eyes,
sir" and a lair of grays appeared to the
front. The door of the brougham was
Immediately opened by some ready hand,
and L was glad to escape the fierceness of
the weather, and we drove on, the hail
beating merrily against the windows. /
saw we were going the right way, but
lulled by the storm / soon fell into the
embraces OF the poppy-god. The glamour
OF the harpist was still upon me, and my
senses still enslaved. | dreamt the divine
melodies of that harp were still with me,
but retreating, and that | was compelled
to follow. l went on through brambles,
through woods, over rivers, over mount
aims, and could not stay my flight At
last they began to ascend, and, strange TO
say, l fioated upward also. At length, at
a terrible hight, the weird music ceased,
and l Immediately fell.
My dream was over. The carriage had
stopped on the graveled frontage of what
appeared to be, and what in reality was,
large house.
No words can express my establishment
as | gazed upon the streaming lights that
met me in all directions. for the mansion
before which we had stopped seemed illu-
minated throughout its whole extent. For
a moment or two l could not disconnect it
from what | had been dreaming; but
soon let myself out and perceived at a
glance that the brougham before me was
not that of my friend Capt. Willoughby,
and that could have mistaken it for his
seemed impossible.
What is all this, Reeve?; said 1.
what have YOU done with me?? This is
not Capt. Willoughby-."
''Oh, Tor! oh, lor" said the coachman,
I've been and druv' home the wrong
gentleman. Oh, Tor! instead of Master
Fred I've druv' home the wrong gentle
man."
This is not Capt. Willoughby's car
riage? ?" repeated l.
"No, sir" said the frightened fellow;
mo, sir no. Capt Willoughby's carriage
was just behind me, waiting for Mr.
Percival, Reeve told me-"
Swell, then, why on earth did you take
me here, man?"
ooh, lor sir! How could l tell you were
a wrong gentleman? You sings out
'Shreeve, Shreeve! and heard the door
bang, and | had enough to do to look to
my horses, for they were very skittish.
There were great number of things about,
4 H.
and druv' on and oh, lor! I've been and
druv' the wrong gen'lemanW
And where am / now" said /.
"Why sir, you see as how you're at
Squire Ellison's. And oh, sir, do tell the
Squire as how l couldn't help it, or else 1
am ruined man."
BY this time several servants had come
out with lights, crying, "Oh, Mr.. Fred,
come in, come in, come in! Miss Effie is
dying"
More than ever astonished walked into
the hall and was ushered into a room, and
into the midst of a group of horror
stricken faces. / briefly explained that 1
had been to the concert, and in mistake
had got into the wrong brougham, not
discerning in the roughness of the night
that the carriage before me was not that
OF my friend Capt. Wiloughby, and mis-
led by the fact that the names of the
coachmen appeared to be the same.
As soon as | began to speak | saw the
sorely distressed face of a fine old gentle
man who had sat heaped up, as it were, in
his chair, begin to brighten, and he now
burst in with:
"Dr. Percival! But dare say you for
get have had the good fortune TO meet
you once before, and It's heavens kind
1 20, ,frxt,N
Such mistake could easily have arisen;
my horses being the same color as those
of Capt Willoughby, and the coachman's
name so closely resembling the other
Shreeve instead of Reeve. Your way
home, too, would also be part of the jour
ney here. But, oh what fortunate mis-
take for you will save our dear girl, for l
can not believe you will be too late, and l
can confide her to you, doctor, with all
faith. Come, let us lead you to her, for her
case is most urgent. Poor Ethe fell
through sheet of glass in the conserva-
tory and has wounded her arm in such
way as to DEFY all our attempts to stop the
bleeding. We sent Immediately for Rom
sey, and he should have been here
long time ago, but was most likely not at
home at the time, and our groom must be
waiting for him. Not only our gratitude
will be yours dear doctor, but in saving
our darling Effie you will save your friend
Willoughby's affianced bride"
was led to the patient. She Law on
couch, and the beautiful girl looked more
like a colorless figure of wax than human
being. The whole couch was bedabbled
with blood, and the many bandages
stepped with it, Scared women were
around her, and could only hear sup
pressed whisper. ''She still bleeds."
From the appearance of things | sur
missed, as it turned out correctly, that the
brachial artery had been punctured
The inefficient bandage was at once
stripped of, and one of the attendants was
made to compress the wounded
artery firmly with the thumb,
whilst / rapidly eXtemporized
tourniquet with such materials as could
be procured, and soon succeeded in stop
ping the flow of blood. But even L was
astonished to see the loss that had been
sustained by the fragile-looking form be-
fore me. She had been long in fainting
condition, but in an hour or two, as the
result of gently administered stimulants, l
began to discover signs of reviving con-
seriousness, and thought l might leave to
seek out Romsey and the instruments
necessary to place our wounded patient
in safety. Hospitality in every shape was
pressed upon me, but ] could not wait,
and the grays were once more in requisi-
ton to drive me to Romsey's place. distant
about two miles and half
We started off furiously and had trav-
eled about a mile when the coachman