Thomas County cat. [volume] (Colby, Kan.) 1885-1891, 1889-10-24
where has it gone,n he exclaimed.

wave, commencing along the lower part Of
the spinal co umn and terminating promis-
cuously among the roots of his hair. Then
q strange numbness about the knees; also
some trembling there. In short, he was
scared He recovered partially. however,
In moment and-looked under the lounge
This trait he probably inherited from his
maternal ancestors OF course he did not
expect to see any thing under the lounge,
but the exertion relieved his mind and no
arose and wondered why '.it' had been
taken away in broad daylight He went to
see Morton and found him in bed He
called on Prof Cronin, only to be told
that the professor had not seen any thing
of 'it'-hadn't been in Denver's room that
morning. Then there was a scene. No
body knew any thing of lit" but those
three and the two hired assistants 1t was
improbable that the aforementioned would
have taken lit" for they were profession
ala and depended on the college for en-
ployment in their semi-ghoulish calling. 1t
could hardly be possible that the other
college boys had played joke. The only
thing to do was to keep quiet and await
Developments OF course it would turn up
in day or So
But it didn't. Arthur Denver spent that
day in quiet but earnest investigation, to
such an extent that he forgot Annie Morse
and her engagement The next day and
the next and many days passed and no go
luton to the mystery. The affair leaked
out somehow, and the students noticed
with reticent awe the saddened aspect of
their best-belOved professor.
Nv.
Alice Cranston opened her eyes and knew
not where she was She was cold, she
knew, and damp to the skin, but rail
seemed to hang over her mind. Making an
effort to move, she felt an excruciating
pain in every muscle. She continued her
exertions, however, until she had extri-
Gated herself from the sack, and stood up
in her grave-clothes in the sitting-r room of
Prof Arthur Denver. Her eyes had in
them a wild stare. and showed that, al
though she had been restored to life, rea-
son had not yet resumed its full dominion.
She seemed to be laboring under some
imaginary fear and, with low cry of pain,
she darted to the door, turned the key,
opened the door and fled through the hall
Instead of turning to the left when she left
the professors door, which would have
taken her in a few steps to the front exit Of
the building, she ran to the right, which led
her into the penetralia of the house. On
she flew in her delirium till suddenly, upon
turning a corner, she rushed into the arms
of Martin Graeme.
Martin Graeme was the janitor of West
moreland Medical College laboratory. He
was what was left Of a great physician.
Through pecuniary trouble his mind had
been shaken and when soon after this blow
his beloved wife and his only daughter
went to the grave within two weeks of
each other, old Dr. Graeme turned from
horrid grief to silly senility. He proved
himself harmless. He loved to wander
about the buildings, muttering incoherent-
" to himself The true courteous gentle
man survived the wreck Of the scientist and
scholar, and, treating all the students with
studious gentiIity and respect. he in turn
was always the recipient of their pity and
equally exempt from their joking rude
ness His venerable aspect helped him in
this as we'll His hair was of peculiar
whiteness and his face bore the marks of a
learned sage rather than grooming dOtard
He had asked for and received the position
of tanitOr of the laboratory and amused
himself with childish Encouragement of its
paraphernalia He lived by himself in a
small cottage little distance back of the
college grounds-the same little cottage
where he had spent many years before,
the happy days with his wife and daughter.
Miss Cranston started back from the
rough encounter with new terror. In a
moment, however, the serene aspect of the
bowed old man whom she had almost up
set changed her terror into confidence
Her distraught mind studied moment his
patriarchal appearance, as well as that
benevolence and chivalry which even her
confused faculties could discern in his face,
and the next instant she threw herself on
him for protection.
20, save me, sir" she cried, clasping her
arms about him; protect me! Some one
is after me. Did you not see it? Oh! there,
there! See its horrid eyes!-"
So she ran on in an ecstacy Of frenzy. A
sane man in the old doctors place would
have been nonplussed; the imDecile
seemed to comprehend the whole situation.
He caught down a great-cOat that hung
upon the wall of the hallway by them,
threw it over her shoulders, gave her his
arm, and together they went out of the
rear door through the wOods-path to Dr.
Graemes cottage.
V.
Time passed on This saying Is trite. but
it is very essential to story-teller. When
Arthur Denver remembered his engage
oil d.