The Wheeling daily register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1864-1878, 1867-07-15

drowsiness, too, occasionally came over
him. 1t took all his will to fight il off.
To sleep, he felt, was to die; and he had
made up his mind to live.
Very strange faneies fitted through
his head as he CROPPED up and down the
stone floor of the dungeon. His whole
life in detail vas unrolled before him
like panorama; the changes of year,
with its burden of love and death; its
sweets and its bitterness, were epitom-
lied in a single second. The desire to
sleep had left him. But the keen hun.
ger came again.
Philip became conscious that the
gloom, the silence and the cold were
gradually conquering him. The fever,
ish activity of his brain brought on 4
reaction. He grew lethargic, he sunk
down on the steps, and thought of moth
ing. His hand fell by chance on one OF
the pieces of candle; he grasped it and
devoured il mechanically. This reviv.
ed him. How strange" he thought,
that | am not thirsty. Is it possible
that the dampness of the walls, which
must inhale with every breath, has
supplied the need of water. Not drop
has passed my lips for two days. and
still experience no thirst
The minutes were like hours. Now
he walked as briSkely as he dared mp
and down the tomb; new he rested
against the door. More than once he
was tempted TO throw himself upon the
stone coffin that held Julie, aud make
no further struggle for his life.
Only one piece Of candle remained.
He had eaten the third portion, not TO
satisfy hunger, but from precaution'
AIRY motive. He had taken il rs man
takes some disagrceable drug upon the
result of which hangs safety. The time
was rapidly approaching when even this
poor substitute for nourishment would
be exhausted. He delayed Ihat mo-
ment. He gave himselfa long fast this
time. The half-inch of candle which
he held in his hand was sacred thing
TO him. II was his last defence against
death.
At length, with such n sinking at
heart as he had not known before, he
raised it TO his lips. Then he paused,
then he hurled the fragment across the
tomb, then the oaken door was flung
open, and Philip, will dazzled eyes,
saw NJ. DOrine's form sharply defined
against the blue sky.
When they led him out, half blinded,
into the broad daylight, N. Dorine
noticed that Philips hair, which short
time since was as black as Il crows
wing, had actually turned gray in
places The mans eyes, too, had faded;
the darkness had spoiled their lusrre.
And how long was he really confined
in the tOmbp / asked, Mr.. H-con'
cluded the story.
"Just one hour and twenty minntes''
replied Mr.. H, smiling blandly.
Mr.. H-'s narrative made deep
impression on IRE.
After this it WAS but natural should
regard Mr. Wentworth with decpened
interest,
"Mr. Wentworth" began, q"
He interrupted me.
"My name, sir" ne said in an off-hand
manner, is Jones'
"Jo J-Jones."
mot 10 Jones'" he returned cOldly
"but Frederick"
Mr.. Jones, or whatever his name is
will never know, unless he reads these
pages, why man accosted him one
morning as "Mr. Wentworth" and
then abruptly rushed down the nearest
n,th and d;-sppcared III the crowd.
The fact is, had been duped by Mr.
IL. Mr.. II occasionally contrib
utes story to the magazines. lie hat
actually tried the effect of one of his ro
mances on me!
My hero, az subsequently learned
is no hero all, but u commonplace
young man who has some connection
with the building of that pretty granit'
bridge which will shortly span th,
crooked little lake in the Public Gar
den.