The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1900-08-10
It's dark enough III

locks broken. It's dark enough IN
here, isn't it,"
1t was dark enough, though Mr..
Mitchell observed that the one window
in the room was obscured by neither
blind. shutter nor shade No light
entered, because there was no light
that could find way in.
IN strike "a light" said the crimi-
nal. Have you match?" Mr. Mitchell
handed him his match safe, and in a
few minutes q smoky lamp was dimly
Illuminating the room.
What have we here" exclaimed Mr.
Mitchell as soon as he could make out
anything in the room. Then, advanc-
| ing, he leaned down and examined the
/ object which had attracted his atten-
ton.
why, it is a woman." he cried "And
she is hurt. There is blood herew
"Blood!" cried Preacher Jim, arous-
ed to sudden state of excitement
which astonished Mr.. Mitchell. He
brought the lamp and, STOPPING down,
/ turned the woman over, so that the
dim light fell upon her face. Then.
with the enraged cry of wild beast,
he jumped up. crying:
sit is my mother, my mother! She
has been murdered-murdered tell
you! I will kill the man who did this!
Do you hear? l will kill him! / will
tear his heart out with these hands
while it is yet warm! You think |
could not, do you?"
He leaned over Mr.. Mitchell mena-
cingly, his eyes ablaze with fury, and
it seemed that but move, a word
might make him vent his rage at once
in some bloody act. But much of the
danger was not even apprehended by
Mr.. Mitchell, for he was looking down
examining the woman, trying to fine
whether the beating of her heart hat
ceased. At this juncture, perhaps jus
in time to save himself from the effect:
of the temporary mania into which hi.
companion had been plunged by thu
sight of his mothers blood, he looked
up and said:
She is not dead! Her heart beatsr'
Preacher Jim was instantly trans
formed. He set down his lamp ant
dropped to the floor. where on hi
knees he hastily felt for the heart
beating. then placed his ear close t.
hear it's throb. meanwhile speakin,
Historically:
Not dead! Thank God! Let me see
Let me see. You might be lying t,
me! Where is the heart? There,
have it. have it! Yes, yes, it il
beating! Let me listen. Sh-h-h-h
Yes. l hear it. She's alive, alive! w
are in time. But that blood-wher
does it come from? She is bleeding t.
death, man. don't you see? She i
bleeding to death! 1t is dreadful t
see your mother bleeding like that
What can We do?"
.'She has fallen and struck he
head" said Mr.. Mitchell. "She has los
a great deal of blood and has tainted
That is ALL I think. The wound is no
bad. but it may need few stitches
You go for doctor, and will tax
care of her while you are away.
have hsd some experience wit
wounds, and promise you that yor
: mother will be alive when you return
Hurry, now, and bring doctor"
, "A doctor? Yes, you are right.
: will bring one. You say you can kee
her alive until return? That is yor
! promise. Very good. will hold yo
/, to it strictly, mind. If she dies, l wi
{ hold you to account, and then-wel
, then you will know what it means
2 have Preacher Jim after you"
With wild laugh he rushed fro
2 the room and could be heard goin
!, down the stairway in leaps.
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