The Democratic press. [volume] (Ravenna, O. [Ohio]) 1868-1901, 1892-05-25
A NEW SENSATION.

A new sensation = this was Fred
Tremont's hobby. To taste its charms
he had travelled at home and abroad,
had mingled in society and had re-
ceived unannounced visits from hos
tile Indians in the stockade of west
ern ranch.
His friends rather avoided him. He
had everything that others desire
parents, wealth and health, and even
"the course of true love" ran smooth.
A man whom nothing pleases is bore.
He resided out of town. One after
noon, on his way home, he noticed
crowd on the small dock where the
pleasure boats were moored. A little
fellow had fallen overheard. fremont
pulled off his coat and shoes, gave his
vest to by-stander and plunged after
the child.
He rose at intervals to breathe and
follow directions and finally dived un-
der fleet of boats and came up with
the boy in his arm. Amid cheers and
tears they were taken ashore and Ire
mont superintended the process of re-
suscitation.
In the excitement his condition and
needs were overlooked On reaching
home he was taken with chill and,
although promptly attended to, grew
worse, and gathered from the manner
and looks of those about him that he
was dying.
He was conscious of his sweetheart's
presence; he could feel her lips on his
forehead, her tears on his hands.
Sounds of weeping filled his ears, he
wanted to move, to speak, but felt
bound in icy chains.
His next sensation was peculiar. He
was lying on soft, damp earth, the
sweet night air with its dewy fragrance
blew on his face. He drew a long
breath and uttered a sigh of great re-
lief
A veil of horror startled him; then
curses and exclamations of fear and
terror were audible. "Good God! the
mans alive!" rang in his ears. He
opened his eyes to perceive three men
bending over him. Then he was con-
scious of council.
A merry laugh and CHEEKY voice
broke the stiffness.
"Well, if this don't take the bakery?"
fremont smiled. The voice con-
tinued: "We can't desert him after re-
surrecting himw
So his friends, the medical students,
nursed him until he was able to travel,
stipulating that he would keep their
secret for one year. They remitted
money from time to time, and this pc
riod of enforced exile seemed as long
| to fremont as the whole of his pre-
vious existence.
He wandered in South America, look
| ing at strange places and people, and
thinking of his home and loved ones.
The day came when he found him
self within few miles of them. Tc
avoid any commotion from chance
recognition, he left the train at the
first station from his own and started
to walk by unfrequented paths to his
house. He had contemplated seVera
ways of revealing to his family the
fact of his existence, but they all seem
ed fraught with underlined danger anC
horror.
1t was the anniversary of his sup
posed death, and reaching the GENE
terry he opened the side gate ant
strolled to the family plot. His owl
tombstone rose before him and he nat
urally read the inscription. 1t quite
took his breath, for his heroic actor
was here given in detail.
A noise of voices and steps attract
ed him, and turning he perceived th,
little fellow whom he had rescued
laden with flowers. Two figures
heavily yelled, slowly followed th'
child, who proceeded to place his off
ering on. the grave. The women knel
in prayer.
fremont grew bewildered. Sudden
ly one of the women rose, threw aside
her veil, as if gasping, and disclosed
his sweetheart's pretty features. Be
fore he could turn away her eyes me
his.
With shrek she shrank from him
but the next minute ran forward anC
clasped his neck.
%Fred 1t is Fred!"
Then in the silence his mother pu
her arms about him and feasted he
eyes on his face.
fremont now finds satisfaction i
watching a smaller Fred trying
walk.
The ordinary sensations of domesti
happiness content him. He has thre
welcome visitors, all physicians in goo
standing, with whom his intimacy
variously explained. = London IIlu'
trated Ne0s.