The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1892-08-27

| III ID ratner unpleasant"
"Sickening. tell you" he said.
angrily 'Shapton's sometimes worse.
Thinks his brothers. coming to see
him with lag OF jam.tarts on his bad
days"
"Oh. then he has his bad days?"
Course. Nothing else satisfies
him. Amt you seen enough OF usp"
Pottleton's manper was so un.
pleasant that / became convinced he
was mad also. Still / resolved to
humor him until Allison returned.
He seemed TO divine what was
passing In my mind. "S'pose you
think Pm mad, tooP' he asked
surlily.
Certainly not" / said promptly.
But you do" he urged aggres.
sively. almost backing me into a
rhododendron.
Il assure YOU l don't Your man.
ners are too unpleasant.
He appeared about TO say some.
thing. but thought better OF 1t, turned
on his heel and disappeared in the
bushes as Allison came up.
Had about enough OF itp" the lat.
ter asked.
quite. said huffily. Tho fellow
tried TO convince me he wasn't mad. "
''Oh. that's only his fun. He's as
mad as am F." said Allison quietly.
Don't joke any more. Allison, it's
too horrible. can't stand it."
Its true for all that. Two homi-
cidal mania" gravely continued ALI
son.
was angry Have more decent
feeling. more heart more pity" |
said. than to mock the misery OF
these poor people" al
Allison looked furtively around. laid
his hand on my shoulder and said:
'Oh. you side with her people
thenp'
You do 1t very we'll. sickeningly
we'll. Stop this tomfoolery, Allison.
or"
.Or what?'
'Til never speak to you again"
Allison suddenly seized me by the
throat forcing me back on the soft
mould OF the garden bed. / ondeav-
ored TO shake him oil. inwardly dis
gusted at such IN ill-timed pleasant
try. But his grasp grew tighter as |
fell back. Fierce eyes cleaned into
mine. My friend was trying to kill
me. / could not utter cry as the
rhodendron boughs closed over me.
His knee was upon my chest pressing
me down deeply into the mould.
Tighter and tighter grew his grasp.
A bough swept between his face and
mine. was grateful for that Bet
ter die with the cool green leaves
about one than to see those wild eyes
glaring into mine Better to-.die-
like
The pressure on my throat relaxed.
lay there dreamily a moment as
some one parted the boughs. Get
up" said Mr.. Pottleton surlily III
you'd been more civil I'd have pulled
him of sooner"
WHO are youP" gasped. as sat
up.
Head. keeper said Mr.. Pottleton,
and nice time l have Of it Tween
patients and visitors don't know
which is the worst don't"
/ soothed Mr.. Politicians injured
feelings with filthy lucre. Allison
was nowhere to be seen.
What has happened to him?"
"'Gaged to young lady and she
threw him over cause somebody else
had more tin. said Pottleton as
urbanely as nature permitted. 'He
often said he'd like to see you. The
doctors thought he was better. He's
been very cunning over it So they
let him write to you when his father
said you were coming down. DIR.
Muddlesbury said II you didn't make
him no worse he might get better
and so they tried the experiment.
But he'll never get any better not
he. He's one Of the dangerous ones
he is, specially when his hands begin
a-sliding up to your throat
A blandly smiling. stout little man.
with a keen eye hustled up to me.
.I-eh-must apologize. my dear sir
for the rough treatment you-eh-
have experienced. he said.
Il don't see why l should have
been selected for it must admit"
Possibly not Possibly not. my
dear sir. But it Is we'll known fact
that patients suffering from homicidal
mania always endeavor to kill their
intimate friends and as you are an
intimate friend OF young Mr.. Allison
we eh-made use OF you to test the
state OF his mind. We have now thor
oughly established the fact that your
friends case is hopeless one A sad
but most complete experiment May
l hope to have the pleasure OF your
company-eh--to dinner when we can
discuss matters more fully. ?"
But II morsel had passed my lips
in the accursed place I should have
choked ] shook the dust from off my
feet with sorrowful speed. and hast
ened away down the hill and over the
moorland, gazing vacantly up at the
blue sky-that blue sky which looked
serenely down alike upon the maniac
struggling in his padded cell and the
mercenary woman who had sent him
there. Some day hope to meet her!
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