HIS STORY.

Waikato Times, Volume X, Issue 931, 11 June 1878, Page 2

HIS STORY.

It happened to myself.' I was engaged at the London hospital then, and rr>} r duty was to smother people that didn't seem likely to get better when the b3ds were wanted. I use to do it m the middle of the night with the pillow. It's a regular thing m • the hospital* you know. Well one night I was just going to create accomodation for pne, when my hand was seized from behind. It was one of the nurses. " lS T ot him," she said ;" here I want you." She sliped a fiver into my hand, and led me to an open casement. With the moonlight streaming on her raven tresses sho told me a fearful tale. "'He was m love with me once," slie , said, and I dont want him. murdered ; .besides, he has a mission to accomplish, aud he'll get better." « What's bis mission r" IJ' said- She drew me from ihe ray of. the moonbeams into the dark shadows that fell upon the wall. 1 "He has a torpedo m his inside." "Impossible !" I exclaimed, preparing to dive tinder a bed. "Do" 1 not be afraid," ehe exclaimed ', "it is one of his own inventiou. He made it no bigger than a pill, and swallowed it by mistake. It has made bindery ill, but so long as he lives it will remain intact, if he dies by violence, 'it will explode.' " " Then he musn't die here !" Certainly not 4 he wants to utilise his invention for the benefit of society. Tc-morrow he will be removed m a cab to his residence. , There .he proposes to manufacture torpedo pills for the million. They will regenerate society. People will be able to live unmolested and at peace. No man will dare. to kick his wife for" fear of exploding her torpedo. No cabman will dare to 'run -over, a pedestrian lest he be blown to atoms. Murder will mean the immediate 1 execution of the assassin. War will be impossible ; the killing of the enemy's soldiers would be the annihilation of your own troops. The torpeeb pill will be harmless during an unmolested life and a quiet death, but deadly the moment violenceis attempted. "Ah ! what was that V Terrified by the nurse's exclamation, I listened. For a moment, there was a hissing sound from one of the beds, and then — and then, a loud report 1 The hospital shook to its foundation, the walls rocked, the roof, went up m the air, and the building collapsed —-a heap of crumbling ruins. The man with the torpedo had gone off. . . . . How we escaped I don'j know ;. but the nurse find myself were found senseless outside a public house m the next street by (wo policemen. We have talked it over Kince, and we think the man struck himself on Jhe chest accidentally, J:..''is loss was a loss to humanity, fov no one possesses the secret of his torpedo pills.