Poor Kittie McDonald.

Several weeks ago Kittie McDonald was brought to this place from Stilesboro and lodged in jail, a raving maniac.  She is the wife of a hard working Irishman at Stilesboro and has been out of her mind for some time.  As soon as possible a place was secured for her at the state lunatic asylum.  John Gladden, our worthy marshal, and John Hill, a bailiff, started with her to that place,  It was necessary to bind her, hand and foot, to keep her from doing injury, not only to those around her, but to herself.  As the train left Hampton, on the Macon and Western road, Kittie, by piteous pleading, induced good-hearted John Gladden to unloose her hands, giving a good and sane reason for the asking.  As soon as John had whipped out his knife and severed the cords which bound her, she gave a spring and jumped through the window of the car.  The movement was so quick and unexpected that John Gladden was unable to do anything but grab her feet as she went through the window.  He secured a slight hold on one of these but it slipped, and down the woman went.  John pulled the bell cord and rushed for the rear door of the coach, leaping off the platform before the speed of the train was checked in the least, but without injury to himself.  He walked up the railroad about one hundred yards and there found the poor woman standing upon her feet and crying piteously, “I am dying, for God’s sake, do something for me,” etc.  He took her back to the station, a distance of about three hundred yards, and after considerable trouble managed to arouse a physician who after examining Kittie, found her wounds slight.  The next day John proceeded on his journey and arrived safely with his charge at the asylum.  He says the physician there thinks Kittie will survive but a short time when death will relieve her intense sufferings.