Indiana American. [volume] (Brookville, Ind.) 1865-1872, 1867-08-23

through the .unfeon yentilator, chilled him
to the bops, To keep walking was his
oaly resource A sort Of .drowsiness. toos
oocasional oamo over him. /, IL took all
his will TO fight II of. TO sleep he felt
was 10 die; aud ho had made up his mind
TO live. Very strange fancies fitted
through his head, as he gropod up aud
down tho, stone floor Of the dungcon. His
whole life y in detail was unrolled before
him like o panorsme; tho change Of year,
with its burden of love and death, its
sweets aud its sbitternessos, were epitom-
ized in single second. The desire to
sleep had left him. But tho keen hunger
came again. ...,tlfr4E e'ss.ta IA 45.
Philip became conscious that the gloom,
the silence, and the cold. were gradually
conquering him. The foyerish activity Of
his brain brought on reaction. lie
grew lethargio, he sunk dcwn on the steps,
and thought Of nothing. His hand fell
by chance on one Of tho pieces of candle,
he graspod IL and deyoured IL mechanical
ly. This revived him. yllow strange"
ho thought, "that | am not thirsty. Il Il
possible that the dampnoss Of the walls,
wlich must inhale with every breath, has
supplied tho need Of water? Not n drop
has passed my lips for two days, and still
| experience no thirst"
The minutes were like hours. Now ho'
walked as brskly as he dared up and down
tho tomb now he rested against the door.
Moro than once he was tempted TO throw
himself upon the stone coffin that held
julie, and make no further struggle for
his life.
Only ono piece Of candle remained. lie
had eaten tie third portion, not TO satisfy
hunger, but from precautionary motiyof
lie had taken IL as man takes some dis
agreeable drug, upon tho result Of which
hangssaloty. Tho time was rapidly ap.
proaohing whom even this poor substitute
for aourishmout would bo exhausted. lie
delayed that moment Iio gaye himself
long fast this time. The half inch Of can
die which ho held in his hand was "a.
cred thing to him. ltwas his last defcnfc
against death laH
Al length, with such sinking at heart
M ho had not known before, hc raised IL
to his lips. Then he paused, then he
hurled the fragment across the tomb, then
tho oakon door was flung OPEN aud Philip.
with dazzled eyes, saw NJ Dorines form
sharply defined against the blue sky.
When they led him out, half blinded.
into the broad daylight, NJ. Dorine motto.
cd that Philips hair, which short time
since was black as n crows wiW. had ac.
tually turned gray in places. The mans
eyes, too had bded; the darkness had
spoiled their lustre.
"And how long was he really confined
In the tombY' | asked, as Mr., L.
concluded the story.
"Just one hour aud twenty minutesl"
replied Mr.. H., smiling blandly.
Mr.. H., narrative made deep i'm
preston on me.
After this II was but natural that |
should regard Mr.. Wentworth with deep
ened interest
Mr., Wentworth" ! bcgrn, "l-'
lie interrupted mo.
"My name, sir, hc said, In an off.hand
manner, ais Jones" g
"Jo j Jouesr' gasped
"Not Jo jones'" he returned coldly,
''Frcdcrck.
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 path, and disap-
pcared in the crowd.
The fact Is, had been duped by Mr..
H.. Mr. H. occasionally contrib
utes story to the magazines. lie had
actually tried the effect Of one of his 70.
mances on mel ta..sh OK
My hero, os subsequently, learned, is
no hero at all, but commonplace young
man who has some connection with the
building OF that pretty granite bridge
which will shortly span the crooked little
lake in the Public Garden.