The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1892-07-24

which held it in place, and with this she
proceeded to bind my hands together. She
bound them tightly, so tightly, indeed, that
the cord cut into the flesh and the veins
started out with startling distinctness.
There were many ways 10 which she might
have put an end to my existence it she had
cared to employ them. and one by one. with
q sickening dread, they came into my mind.
Being satisfied that was disposed to be
quiet. she seated herself in a light wicker
chair before me and began to rock violently
to and fro, talking all the while with an in
coherent velocity utterly incomprehensIble
to one unacquainted with this phase of men,
tai disturbance. Aud now a new fear seized
me. the fear of being left alone in the dark
ness with this creature. The rapidly-con-
sumtng candle was running race with the
night. Lower and lower it. burned in It's
socket, and now the lengtheninR wick,
charred and blaokened, fell upon the circu-
lar surface surrounding it, making deep
channel in its waxen side.
Still my companion, with head resting
upon the chsirback, and wild, glittering
eyes fastened upon the ceiling above, OBJ
livious to all that surrounded her, oon-
tinued to sway to and fro, her incOhereRt
talk f1owingswith the unceasing rapidity Of
mountain stream. Looking back upon
that night, estimate time by the burning
of the candle, and the interval could not
have been a long one. but during that brief
period l experienced every phase of terror,
from the first faint sickening horror of my
situation to the callousness born of despera-
ton
Presently the pale flare Of light illumined
the shadowy corners of the room. 1t was
the last Pickering ray of the departing can
die, and as it disappeared in darkness Grim
son srTeaks were visible between the riffs of
each shutter. Gradually they brightsned
into gold, and then strips of yellow sunshine
fell upon the dark polished floor.
There was a stir below stairs. The SER
wants were up and about their morning avo-
cation. The harsh noises Of day began TO
assert themselves, and the music of the
night was STILL Then step sounded upon
the stairway leading from the porch upon
which my chamber opened to the yard be-
low.
It was the servant bringing fresh water
to my room. Even now her knock sounded
upon the door; but she would go away, l
knew, If there was no response. Then
thought came into my mind like an in
spiration.
ut is a visitor" said, addressing my
companion. Won't you unlock the doorf
You let us see visitors, you know, when we
are quiet. They do US good" My words
were talismanic. She raised her head, the
stream of talk ceased, and, with an alert
ness of pose, she listened.
The knock sounded again, and drawing
the key from her bosom she started for
ward. AS she placed it in the look 1 stood
beside her. The door was thrown open. Il
felt the pure morning air upon my brow,
and then remember no more.
Ny caBtor was safe behind treble locks,
my friends assured me when returned to
consciousness, but nothing could make
longer proximity to the asylum bearable. l
took the afternoon train for my own home,
and my account of the methods employed
in the treatment Of the insane has not yet
been written.