The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1900-11-13

! dieDce and pick tat some person who
! is insane, from the appearance of his
! featuresy
"That would be difficult"
mo, sir, it would not be difficult, if
your testimony is correct" argued the
prosecutor testify. 81 insist you shall
make the test"
Very WELL" said Dr. Swain, quite
composed and calm. Erect and digni.
fed, the witness began to point long.
lean finger toward the benches, moving
it as he passed from one to another,
and searching all our faces with his
keen eye.
The silence was intense. The gas
jets in that dingy old court seemed to
shed IN every countenance dull pal
lol oprehension.
DR.. Swain passed the middle section
of the amphitheater, when he suddenly
paused, raised his arm still higher and
pointed at a young man, well dressed
and of athletic build, who sat in one Of
the upper seats.
Then he said firmly and gravely,
'That young man is insane-not con-
firmed in his mania, but at the present
time under manifest delusiop."
The spectators were GREATNESS. Tom
Tetlow, regardless of his surroundings,
turned upon me with sparkling eyes
and cried in loud tones:
II thought so. 1t Is Burke Johnson.
And he wrote that
Rnt ha fad 70 Gv,ic
the sentence, although readily guess
! ed what he would say. Like flash, in
! reply to the accusation Of DR.. Swain,
the young man sprang from his seat,
angry and cursing, and rushed down
the narrow aisle toward bench and bar,
shouting:
''You lie! am not mad. And you,
Tom Tetlow" -glaring furiously at my
companion-"I tell you my name is not
Burke Johnson; it is 9-11-13-15w with
! other manifestations of violent mania
But here the court officers interfered,
seized the wildly gesticulating youth
and bore him from the room to the
sheriff's chamber, where, above the
clamor, we could hear him distinctly
vociferating: "He stole it; he stole it!
Give it back; give it back, or Pip
But suddenly his rawlings died away in
fitful mutterings.
FOrgetful of my errand, followed
and called the chief usher to the door.
"Mr. Jacobs" said hurriedly, you
know me well and my standing at the
bar. See that this Door maniac is TAX
en- to HIS home ut once. Els own peo-
pie will confine him there, for doubt
less he has escaped their control"
Every we'll, sir. will attend to the
matter carefully"
My heart stood still lest the maniac
should get away and appear before DR..
Tetlow. That would be catastrophe
whose consequence shuddered to con-
template. Then Tom and speedily
made orr way to the street.
well" exclaimed Tom, with an
effort at calm speech, eve know who
wrote that letter, and that's all we do
know. The connection between that
beastly old monograph and my poor
fathers stlfferings to shield the real
thief-hOwS we are to get on to this
riddle beats the very devil"
THAT Is neither here nor there just
now, Tom. Well untangle skeins as
| soon as we hurry to the house and tell
him he has nothing to fear from a
crank safely Gagged. Meanwhile what
about this nlaniac?"
what about him? Did you never
hear Of Burke johnson, the great half
back on the " university team of
two years ago?"
Never. My education has been neg
lected. don't know football from q
carving knife"
~ know him personally just little.
But all the, football fiends will tell you
Of his awful crack in the head when
he ran up against old Boggs on Man
haitian field. Those numbers, Glib
Is, were the signal for the play in
which he was hurt, and while Pm told
that Burke is sane as a judge three
fourths of the year, every fall, when
the excitement of the season is at its
height, that old dent in the skull be-
gins to throb. Then he plays curious
tricks. so the fellows say, and one of
ell is IO Write warning nOteS TO All
sorts of people whom he has heard of
by reputation. Never violent, though,
and the family let him go about care.
fully watched, and after a time he
turns up right as trivet."
what about his outbreak in the
court today? Don't you call that vio-
lent mania. Tom?"
What can you expect when that old
sawbones of an expert fixed him with
his glttering eye? Burke drifted in.
quiet as a mouse, but that lean fore
finger charging on him and everybody
looking that way set him off like
blazes. Hang it. Mr.. Flint, felt
creepy myself. But l may be crazy
too. shall be if you don't clear up
this mystery at home" added Tom dis
consolately. :,
"But does this crazy half-what do
you call him. Tom?-does he know your
father?"
"Half back. Mr.. Flint" replied Tom,
wondering at my ignorance Of the
great game. Don't know him at all
beyond his name. Very likely Burke
saw the advertisement for the manu-