The Cambria freeman. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1867-1938, 1897-08-06
EBENSBURG. PA FRIDAY, ,AUGUST6 1897.

hIni, ana ne made me vow on the cross
| wore that | would say no word till he
was out of sight.
And L shall watch your train
away, my sister, he added.
After | had finished dressing him.
| went back to my seat, aud then ]
laughed. He looked furious, and asked
me why | was such fool | said his
face was fair womans, and his hair
dark ones, and he would be noticed
directly. He scowled at me, and said
Idiot but at the same time he brought
from his bag a bottle of dye and
brush, and began to color his hands.
The stuff would not run, and he shook
the bottle violently, but il came in
Jumps. i want some spirit he said.
Viciously, aud he swore-oh, monsieur.
so awfully.
Il trembled really this time, for il
was SO fearful To be shut up with such
IA wretch. Then an inspiration came
to me, and | said: See, | have no cog
nae, but | take a medicine sometimes
which is d spirit, and poured some OF
the ether into his bottle and shook il.
1t ran beautifully, became clear
brown liquid; he scarcely looked
thank you but rapidly painted his
hands, using his left as cleverly as his
right; then he tried his face - and
then | laughed again, this time witt,
JOY, for | had regained my courage.
and | felt | should capture him.
Why do you laugh now?' he said.
fiercely.
Because you are making your
cheeks too dark, your eyelids are white
and you have left a rim around youI
lips | said, in as steady a voice as |
could command.
Good heaVens,' he exclaimed. and
then he said to me: Take this brush
and paint me
Il took it, and pretended TO tremble
as | touched his face.
'Fool,' he shrieked. i will not
hurt you-see how the train rushes-
lose no timel'
Bien, monsieur | replied; YOU
must do as l tell you, then | caught
up his cloak and put il around him, as
barber puts his cloth, and, telling
him To shut his eyes, l began to paint
the lids The next moment | traLs-
ferred the brush to my left hand, and
with my right | took out the stopper
from the chloroform bottle, and pour ed
had been around it. Happily, it as
large piece, and, dropping the brush, |
pressed il suddenly over his nose and
mouth, and saturated it with tie ether.
Il he suddenness of the action TOOK
him 50 mucL by surprise that Tor enc sec
ond he was quite quiet, and dashed the
bottle of dye right AZ his eyes he
opened them, still pressing the pad over
Ii I.II
ment, his armsw tang gled in the cloak
and if only the chloroform did its work.
and could hold him down! The agony
OF those few seconds will never be
"lfaced. He tried to reach the knife,
monsieur, but l kicked it of the seat
away, just as | perceived that his fran
tic efforts were becoming fainter; and
one more violent struggle on my part
Kept the wadding in its place, and he
succumbed; his head dropped back
and his arms fell powerlessly beside
him.
Il had no know ledge pf the action OF
anaesthetics, and now II dread possessed
me lest | had killed him, | remembered
having heard somew here that slight peo-
pie of quick brains were specially sus-
Ccptible to these influences, and !
thought perhaps | should only take a
dead body into Toulon.
He locked so CHASTITY with the streaks
of paint on his liyid skin. placed my
hand on his heart, and felt his wrist
most thankful was | to find pulsation.
Then | seated myself on the floor, keep
ing my fingers on his wrist and having
in my lap the bottle of chioroform to
pour on the pad if l felt his pulses
quicken too much.
Il have had many trying Journeys.
but never another to match this. l am
not cruel by nature, and sitting there
during the quarter of an hour of the
journey that remained, wondered how
| could have acted as did-it seemed as
ii could not be Marta Lecierc.
AT length the train slackened. and
then drew Ilp at the platform for exam
ining tickets. Two guards opened the
door, and jumped up and rushed from
the carriage; and in my excitement, l
shrieked: 'Durette! Durette!'
What of Durette?' exclaimed a tap
man, who advanced from the carriage
behind.
He is there-it is he!' | said, and
tainted in the arms OF the man beside
me. l remembered no more till awoke
in the room of the superintendent. |
found the chief of the station, some po-
iicemen and the tall man standing
around me.
This is Jean Louvain, warder of the
prison at Toulon,' said the superin-
tcndent. 'Durette escaped from him
yesterday. and he was clever enough to
suspect he would return to TouIon, but
he did not look for him dressed as
woman
Nor did l expect to find him caught
by woman, said the deep voice of Jean
Louvain. And that was how 1 met my
husband."-N. Y. Weekly.