The record-union., 1899-09-03

II VIII De more tantalizing. And now
| must be off. I've planned my escape
we'll. Good by. Leonard Fendron. 1
wish you joy with your bride of clay
And the madman for so he was. I
am assured, at that moment struck me
heavy blow in the face, turned on
! his heel, slammed the door. and I
| heard his footsteps disappear down the
stairs. | was alone and helpless.
cannot describe the torture as the
long hours went by and the light of
| the lamps slowly faded as the day be-
gan to dawn. The cramp in nv body
and limbs was awful, my throat was
parched and my brain seemed to be on
| fire | yelled and screamed at the top
of my voice, listening in anguish for
an answering voice. but answers came
there none. The villain had prepared
his plot only too WELL I tried to lurch
forward and hurl myself to the floor.
In yain The pedestal was fixed. And
| there, a few feet in front of me stood
the statue of Ivey so lifelike and beau
! tiful that it seemed at times to nv
frenzied brain that she was smiling.
and speaking to me.
Then came time when all was dark.
I had tainted Too soon I returned to
the fearful reality, and redoubled my
screams. 1t was fruitless. I was in
mental and bodily anguish that was
too awful for words. How the hours
passed / knew not. 1t seemed years
that I had been fixed there. I seemed
never to have lived at all except in a
world of terror.
| My God! l cannot describe the an
guish.
Suddenly there came a sound. Yes,
was not mistaken. A heavy bang on
the roof overhead. 1 listened with
straining ears-ah-a footstep!
For Gods sake, help! help." cried.
| Then there came a tap at the sky
light overhead and a voice asked:
Excuse me, but may I come in?"
Come in!' | shrieked; 'in heavens s
name, yes, come in!"
You seem in a mighty hurry" re-
piled the voice. Suppose you open
the slSylight for me-
! Il can't L answered; smash lido
what you like-only be quick
| Crash. The glass came scattering
down on the floor; foot came through
the window, then another, and in a few
| seconds the man himself stood before
me.
We'll, I'm blowed,'' he exclaimed;
what on earth does this mean?"
For Gods sake, be quick and set me
| Free l begged. It's killing me. Give
me something to drink first
| l eagerly drained the tumbler of soda
water he held to my lips Then he set
| to work. He was a businesslike man,
and there were some chisels and ham
merS about. In a very few moments
! he had split the pedestal down. and was
hammering and chipping away at the
plaster, which, of course, by this time,
was quite hard and came off in flakes
and Jumps. 1t seemed ages to me, but
he afterwards told me it took him a
very short time to get me free, though
large Jumps of plaster stuck to my
clothes. I was horribly cramped and
could not stir when it was over. He
undressed me and gave me a tremend-
Gus rubbing, until at length the circu-
lation became partially restored and
| the agony began to subside, and 1 was
able to talk
WELL he exclaimed, this is the
rummiest thing I've ever come across.
Goodness only knows what would have
| happened to you if my parachute
hadn't gone wrong"
Your parachute?"
"Yes-that's how I came here. I'm
professional aeronaut, and I've been
making a balloon ascent and a para
chute descent at Wembley Park every
Saturday afternoon for a couple of
monts past"
| and you landed on the roof?" I ex-
claimed.-Iowa State Register.