Warren sheaf. [volume] (Warren, Marshall County, Minn.) 1880-current, 1891-09-24

catch the train. believe I'll run dslwn
and put the matter to the test at once. !"
Two hours later Mr.. Ferret stood in
the presence of Mr.. Mansfield. The
detective was shocked at the change in
his late employer. He was aged a
score of years, and his hair, lately a
beautiful brown, was silvered with
gray He had hopeless expression Of
countenance that was pitiful to see,
but frightened up little, at sight of
the detective.
Have you-do you bring me any
news?" he asked, eagerly.
''Mr. Mansfield, wish to ask you q
question or two" said the detective.
do you know anything regarding your
wifes ancestofs?'
"Only that they were excellent peo-
ple," quickly. 81 never heard aught
said against any relative of hers
swell, answer me this: Did you ever
hear of, or know of any relative Of
hers being afflicted with insanity?''
This shot struck home. Mr.. Mans
fields face paled, and he reeled back
against the wall.
''Her uncle" he gasped, lis an occu.
pant of an insane asylum now. Ny
God! Do you think-do you suspect
s'That your wife was insane when
she disappeared SO mysteriously? Yes,
that is what 1 think, and now I would
advise that the different esta blishments
for the care of the insane, that are dis
tributed throughout the country, be
looked through for your wife; she
might be found. Mind you, l say might
be found; my own opinion is that she is
dead.''
"We'll begin the search tomorrow
declared Mr.. Mansfield ''Name your
price to help me and consider yourself
engaged"
The search through the different in
sane asylums began next day, and in q
private institution of this kind, near
~ a hundred miles from her home, Mrs.
Mansfield was found.
She was sane, too, as anybody. but
prematurely old, from confinement in
such a horrible place; but how happy
the two were over their reunion, after
being separated for so long
Mrs. Mansfeld's story was soon told
She had been taken with sudden in.
sane notion that her husband hated
her and wished to make away with
her. She thought that, instead of go.
ing to the opera, her husband was go
ing to take her off somewhere and
murder her. With this fear to urge
her on, she had returned to her room
on that evening, two years before,
locked the door, climbed out of the
window, descended by the lightning
rod and made her escape. She haC
wandered away, through the timber
and across the country, to the rail
road; boarding train, she rode to a
town nearly hundred miles distant.
Here she left the train, and wandered
again. until picked up by kind people
and sent to the asylum for the insane
She came back to her right senses q
few weeks after entering the asylum
but when she told them she was sane
and gave her name and address, they
laughed at her, and never even thought
of writing to the address she gave
them. So despairing, and almost
heartbroken, the poor woman was
forced to remain an inmate of mad
house, a. companion of mad men and
women. It was terrible, and her Joy
at regaining her freedom and being re
stored to her home and the arms of her
loving husband, can be better imag
ined than described.
She never had second. touch of the
dread malady, and among all their
many friends, there was never one who
was more welcome visitor than the
man who, sitting at his home thinking,
had figured out the cause of Mrs
Mansfeld's mysterious disappearance
MIR. Ferret, the detectives. A. ID
Cox. in Yankee Blade