The Forrest City times., 1891-01-16

time keeping step to "Lar-diddie lick!' givtn in a most spasmodi, manner as i.e went over the variou> articles ot furniture.
 r My brain waS in whirl Would he never stop? Ind if he did stop what would his insane fancy next prompt him to do? As 1 tottered over the door, set my mind to work to devise some plan ofescaping from this annoying lunatic l had not taken of my rubber boots, and oi course my attempts at dancing had been clumsy and tire some enough. l saw that my agile companion regarded the boots at times with contemptuous disapprov- al. This led me to think of the slip pers which l wore through the day They were in the big closet. With a thought of them nehod of escape suggested itself to my mind. Commanding my voice ns well as could, l explained to the man how difficult it was to dance in rubber boots, and asked him if he would oblige me by fetching the slipper, 1 from the closet the door of which l pointed out to him. He readily com piled, md ran to the closet With 8 wildly bentiug heart 1 followed him unnoticed.
 The slippers were not in sight. and as the iunatic groped about in the farther corner of the closet, l slam med the door upon him, and whirled the big button halt around. With n howl he tried the door then burst into tornado otshrieks, generations and threats, accompani- ed by kicks against the stout old door that made itcreak and tremhle
 l worked with all my in-born strength to barricade the door with long recitation bench which stood opposite it and near it. Then throw ing on my coat. leaped to the top of the desk. and climbed out through the little window behind.
 During our goblin dance the wind had lulled, but the snow still fell heavily. plunged through the deep drifts toward Mir. Fosters house, calling for help at every step. Mrs. Foster, who was up with her sick baby, heard me while was yet fnr off and sent her husband out to all. swer the call
 ''My face was chilled from my ex- posture to the wind, and was SD much affected by the nervous shock which had sustained that was not a very lively guest at Uncle Johns the next day However, no serious consequences followed. The school had holiday for the rest o' the week, and l resumed again on Mon- day morning.
 My prisoner. pauper from the next town. had once been n dancing mas,er. For several years he had been subject to periodical fits of in- sanity. 1t had been the practice of his keepers, when the approach of one of these attacks was indicated, to take him to the state asylum, where heremairned until he recovered; but the attack of insanity which re- suited in his visit to me had come on suddenly. He had artfuliy eluded tho overseer at the poor-house. and made his escape on the morning of the storm. Guided by my light, prob ably. he had sought shelter in the school-house.
 The reason of my Uncle Johns failure to come for me that day was that he had been taken suddenly i'll with slight illness. He had sent n message, bidding me to go to Mir. Fosters for the night, but through the heedlessness of the boy to whom it was entrusted it was not delivered to me.
 think it must have been his en- joymeut of my recital of my adven- ture that cured him, for he ate very heartily of his Thanksgiving dinner. Sarah Buckley, in Youths Com panlon.