The Helena independent. [volume] (Helena, Mont.) 1875-1943, 1892-01-06

lance. You are Nellie BIv. You outwitted
Phelps, the Albany lobbyist. You can out.
wit these captalists and gst me my money
told him that I would fix up q scheme
sent from the city. This satisfied him. ]
left him and u few days later sta tee
around the wof Id. Since then ] have done
no newspaper work, 10 my crazy abroad
king had no way to find me. but / feel sure
he concluded to do his work himself anG
began and ended with Russell Sage. !
He is not the only dangerous crank / have
known, by . good many. Now York ia g
regular play ground of lunatlcs. lam quits
confident that to-day no CITY has II larger
percentage OF insane persons on the out.
side of asylums. Perhaps my own expert
ence has been particularly rich IN incidents
tending to confirm this view, but still
Thin tho facts could hardly be owe looked
by any person trained to observe accurately.
A few days agoI hada very funny expert
encs, and ono that might have been serious.
About seven O'clock in til. morning my
maid came into my bed room and said a
woman was at the door begging to see me.
night before and abe wanted to tell me
about it. l told my maid to bring her to
me and | would give her a few moments.
In she came, a tiny little creature with
black oyes and grayish hair and faint traces
of past prettiness in her face. She was
aIGSHGo III buHDDy DlUCh BLK ma CHIllG0 II
good-sized bag.
II want a word with you in private" she
pleaded. with a slight and pleasing accent.
The maid went out and closed tho door
after her. As I have said. it was about
seven O'clock whom she came, it was after
two when she left, and all that time L was a
prisoner in M bed. -Y5
Imagine my surprise when. at the moment
we were alone, my visitor opened the hand
bag and took therefrom a policemun's club
and a LOADED revolver.
"You see that?' she demanded angrily.
Little ehills like an icy spray were run
ming up and down my back, but forcing a
smile, l answered: II believe / do!'
u mean to use them, too. see; it's
londad"---poking tho revolver in my face.
Now l have come to tell you to give thu
barber ten days to leave town, or as sure as
] live will shoot his head off,"
/ gave Il sigh of relief. l WAS glad it was
the barber. decided at once that my Wis
ltor was crazy, and 1 prepared myself to
listen to her Imaginary tale of woe. In
the days of Humpty Dumpty, some twenty
yearS ago., Bhe snld, she was u famous ballet
dancer. She was brought to this country to
dance in Humpty pumpty, and some years
later married the ballet master. a man now
~ years old and about twenty yenra older
than herself. She told me tlas utter she
went to sleep at night the barber. whose
shop WAS three doors distant from her
home, dragged her and carried hor around
to the different saloons. She heard voices
everywhere laughing and talking and whis-
pering about it. The way tho barber ac-
complished this dreadful crime. she said,
was by II mechanical device by which ho
could lower her parlor floor and then come
Up through tho opening. He always had a
Hash light, eho said, to turn on her to zee IL
she was sleeping.
What does your husband say to all
this?" 1 asked.
He says nm crazy" she roplisd, with
Hooked ut the revolver ana / apawerad