The Washburn times. [volume] (Washburn, Wis.) 1896-1976, 1909-01-07
SAVED FROM THE GRAVE.
How Dream Rescued Woman From
Terrible Death.

How q Dream Rescued Woman From
Terrible Death.
MIR. Jones was popular young bust
ness man III the city of b. His wife
was woman of strong emotion and
most delicate perceptions. Between
them there existed rare sympathy
which extended to all the faculties
Mrs Jones fell i'll. and after a few
weeks agony, during which her hus-
band waited on her with a constancy
not often seen, she died-that is, she
appeared to be dead There was no
question about it in the doctors mind.
A certificate was issued and an under
takar called in. Dut for the fortunate
cir; Il sta nee that Mr. Jones' svas op-
posed 10 embalmiAg there would be no
Ft0lT' - ell unless it were OF another
pnrs@D apparently Gead who was re-
viva! {. T. a moment under the lunge of
the e!nDalmer's knife.
Saved from that fate. Mrs. Jones was
laid out III her burial robe placed in
coffin and on the third day was buried
In cemetery some distance away.
Her husband was greatly affected, so
much that his relatives feared an at
tack of melancholia. His uncle, wish
ing to arouse his spirits and divert his
attention, remained in the house the
night after the funeral and was a
valuable witness, as it proved, of an
event so astounding as to be almost
beyond belief.
For an hour or two that evening they
talked chiefly about the dead and then
went to bed. Mr.. Jones, after tossing
upon his pillow for a long time, fell
| into a troubled sleep. In the middle
Of the night he heard voice calling
his name. George, George!' The
tones were not familiar to him; they
did not recall the voice of his wife.
Still conceiving himself the victim Of
dream, he again went to sleep 1t
was daybreak before the voice was
heard again, and this time it could not
be ignored. He recognized it at last
as the voice of his wife in sore dis
| tress calling upon him. She cried:
George! Save me! Save me, George!'
|
over. That despairing cry still rang In
his ears. So real was it that, although
he was awake and remembered per-
fectly the death, the funeral and all
that happened in the preceding four
days. he searched the room for her
who had thrice called him by name.
| Finding that he was alone, he rush
ed into his uncle's room crying: Get
up! Get up! We must go to the GENE
terry! She is alive! She is calling me!'
The uncle, skeptical as he was by
| nature, was carried away by Jones
| impetuosity. Both men threw on some
clothing, and, while one harnessed
horse to a light buggy, the other pro-
cured spades. Thus equipped, they
drove to the cemetery at gallop. The
sun rose as they leaped out at the
grave and began to dig.
Mrs. Jones had been buried the pre-
vious afternoon. Her husband shovel
ed away the earth in a frenzy of en-
ergy. IT was firmly fixed in his mind
| that she had been buried alive and
| that he might yet be in time to save
her. Inspired by his nephew's excite
ment, the uncle dug with a vigor al
most as great as Jones'.
Begrimed and disheveled. they at
last reached the coffin and wrenched
| off the lid Jones shrieked. His wife
was moving. She was trying feebly to
turn over in her narrow bed. She
gaZed at him with eyes that saw not
| She was unconscious of her situation.
He passed his arms about her and
| lifted her out. The two men removed
her from the grave. placed her in the
| buggy and drove home. Physicians
were called in. Under close medical
care she slowly recovered. Every pre-
caution was taken to guard her from
| the knowledge of what had happened
| and all who were in the secret pledged
| themselves to silence lest the shock
Of that revelation of her burial and
resurrection might prove fatal to her
but the story leaked out later, when
Mrs Jones got about again.-Balti
| more Sun.