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HAT VAS THE SENSE?
A Story for the Psychiatrists.
The lady in the party told this story.'
avouching that she meant every word
of it to be taken with the utmost ser
iousness. It was at a private dinner
party in St. Louis last Saturday eve
ning. "It was in, about, the year of 1881
that I, with my parents, was on a visit
and left the room while my mother
questioned me. I could only say that
the young man jBtrangely affected me.
.Thfi'wpulBiqnJ.felLwaB i something Jike
well, it was like what I've felt when
I've seen one of my brothers kill a snake
in the woods only worse. Mamma was
sure my nerves had been worn out. She
said 1 was only a victim of my moods.
She tried to get me to admit that it was
all imagination, but I couldn't." I said
that if that man were to touch me I
to New York City, my father having
business there. We went to reside, be- felt sure 1 should die of loathing of the
fore going on to the Maine coast resorts, touch, of a loathing hatred that moved
for the season, at a boardiog-houBe in, I my whole soul.
think it was, West Seventeenth street. "Papa came back with the doctor
It was a very exclusive sort of place, from the nearest hotel. The doctor
The keeper of the house would admit quizzed me. I answered, as best 1
no one who did not come highly recom- could, ad to all the details concerning
mended by the yery best people, and the young man and as to all the other
those people, too, had to be known per- details into which, as you may imagine,
eonally to the keeper of the house. I a medical man's inquiries might go.
was a young woman then you Bee it's " 'Nerves,' he said, as he sat down and
twenty years ago and I thought the wrote out a prescription. I didn't need
place was too exclusive, bo exclusive the prescription, I was sure, but I took
that fun was out of the question. the dose. At breakfast the next morn-
"Well, we had been at the-place, two ing.I was thoroughly well. At dinner
or three days when, one morning, at that evening I was all right,' and bo at
breakfast, theie came into the dining the meals on the next succeeding day,
room a young man of somewhat dapper but on the third evening the young man
appearance, indeed he wbb dressed in came in again and I experierced the
the linight of the then prevailing same feeling coming upon me as he ad
masculine fashion. He was, 1 should vanced toward our table, and I arose
say, good looking, though it .seemed to
me, a little dissipated looking. I look
ed at him with an interest that was a
little strange to myself, and he caught
my eye, and then, a sudden chill strik
ing me, 1 called the waiter and had him
put down the window that was raised
behind me
"There were four tables in the room.
All were tilled except ours. The young
man had evidently only come to the
and left the room none too soon, I as
sure you, to hide another attack of my
illness in my room.
"My parents joined me later. They
said I was an idiot. They thought, at
least, that 1 was going crazy. Father
talked to the ' youngf man. later, in a
casual way, and told me that he ap
peared to be a nice enough young fel
low. " 'There's something about him ' I
house the night before, or, possibly, went on to say, and then my mother
that very morning." He" Rooked around turned the subject by remarking joking-
the place queerly,, as I thought, and Iy that, if this delusion kept up, she'd
then the waiter beckoned him to come have to Eend for a young man back here
and sit at our table . He did so with a in St Louis, who had been attentive to
great deal of manner, as I thought, and, jne, and whom J liked, to stir .me out of
he Bat down opposite me. my doleful dumps.
"I shall never do able to describe the "Anyhow, I couldn't abide that
feeling that came over me. It was strange young man. I could not explain
worse than the chill that, they eay,
signalizes the walking of some one on
your grave-to-be. It was a terrible,
rather a horrible, sinking dread that
suddenly turned to sickness, sickcess all
over, sickness that seemed to centre in
the mortal antipathy I felt for him. We
had to leave the boarding house and we
went to the Astor House. I never felt
the attack upon me again, during my
stay in New York; not once, though I
met many young men, not so different,
the very soul of my being. 1 was help- fronrgeneral;indicatione, from my spec
ial detestation in the West Seventeenth
street boarding house.
"I forgot all about the matter until
later and then it all came back to me
most curiously. We were at " a 2few
ed from tb6 table, and immediately I
was out of the room I was relieved. At
dinner that evening I was thoroughly
recovered, and went to the table. We
got through the meal all right, and
were leaving the dining room when we England resort and I was having a fine
met the young man coming in the direc- time. I remember that there came to
tion of the dining room. He passed our cottage any number of young tel
close to me. and I collapsed right on the lows. One in particular I liked fairly
floor, as it some- sort of shock liad well, and one day I met him on the
knocked me down, and then came the street of the village apd he accompan
awful BicknefB. My father carried me iedmehome. He had a bundle of pa
to my room. When I was pulled to- pers under his arm and I asked him
gether again both father and mother what he had, and I started to open the
questioned me. They were frightened bundle and he said I must not
a good deal and, 1 think, more-thin - "'Why not.' I inquired. We were
half angry at me. I had never had such walking to the cottage veranda, where
spells before. They thought, perhaps, we both eat in rockers, and he was try-
I had over-exerted myself in gadding ing to convince me that he bad eome--J'
thK Perfectly dreadful in the package
IT matter Mary!' mther ofHterature- When we got to theTcot-
askednie. lage veranda and eat down, I rolled off
"Idont know. I can't tell-only the rubber band and opened the roll of
eomething-that young 'and I faltered literature. He made a grab for the
- "'That young what!' my father asked package, but I held it away and there
'That young man that came to our was before me one of those police papers
table; the same young man I met in the printed on pinkish paper, you know.
ha" ' "I whisked it open and then all of a
"Father and mother looked at one sudden-like a tremendous shock came
another, oh, eoqueerly. I can't imagine upon me the sickness that I had ex-
what they thought-at least I couldn't perienced as I have told you.
at that time but they thought all sorts "The young man summoned my moth-
of dreadful things. er. Sho came. t .. . rnA .. ..
that man in New York.'
" 'But the man is in New York.' he
,Baid. 'He couldn't affect you at this
(distance?'
'" 'No,' 1 paid. 'Hie picture is in the
paper, in the paper, in the pinkish pa
per that Mr. had and that I opened
to tease him.'
"Papa called on Mr. , the young
man who had the paper, and asked to
aee it. The young man produced it
from among hie effects and gave it to
papa. Then papa came back to the
house and bad a long talk with mother,
and after they had done talking they
Iookedrat me awesomely 'and strangelyT
until I was afraid that they had sud
denly become afraid of me. Then"
The lady paused in her Btory. Her
husband took it up.
"The paper was the Police Gazette.
The picture was the picture of one of
the Malley brothers, who had been ar
rested, a few days before the issuance of
the paper, for the murder of a beautiful
young working woman he had betrayed,
whose body was found in the river, uear
Boston. The picture waa-the pcure of
the young man whoso affected Mary
my wife at the boarding house in New
York. At the time that my wife was in
the boarding house and the young man
was also stopping there, the mutder had
not been discovered at least the girl's
body had not been discovered, though
she bad disappeared."
"Which of the Malley boys was it?" I
inquired, for I remembered well the
great sensation the trial had created all
over the country, the Malley boys being
sons of a wealthy factor, in society in a
way, and the whole case bearing in gen
eral a great similarity to the Boscheiter
case, now in the public mind, in New
Jersey.
''I shall not Bay," was the somewhat
startling reply of the lady.
"Why?" I asked.
"Well," said the lady's husband, again
taking up.her.Btary.. 'tbalh .the Malley
boys were tried for the murder, but
neither was convicted. My wife feels
sure thaMhe one who excited her an
tipathy was surely guilty, but she will
not say which it was, in view of the fact
of their acquittal."
"One might tell by hunting up the
Hle6 of the Police Gazette and looking
at the picture; it bore his name," I sug
gested. "Hardly, my boy. The pictures of
both the Malley boys were in the paper
at the same time."
"And now how do you explain it?" I
asked.
"Explain it? Well, there's nothing
particular to explain, that I can see,"
said the lady's husband, "and Mrs.
will not explain further.'
Any reader of the Mirror is at liberty
to look up the Malley case, in the news
paper dispatches from Boston about the
time indicated at the beginning of the
n cital that lent a peculiar charm to my
last Saturday evening's dinner.
W. M. R,, in The Mirror.
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papa.
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" Then' what .' Papa didn't finish
his sentence, but he picked up his hat
mm.- munuereu nouse. The young man, desperately
mystified, left. Papa came back from
iiosion mat evening. He interviewed
me. What was the matter?
" 'That man, was all I could reply,
Uncle Grimm Mrs. Soggy is the
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