Marshall County Republican. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1856-1878, 1871-06-29
FROM HAND TO MOUTH.
lCONCLUDED.l |

NNI-A. THRILLING CHAPTER
We were certainly in very unpleas-
ant fix. To go down stairs on a wild
goose chase among the bins in search of
the legs of the Blond Head would be any
thing but agreeable.
Can you not make any pair do for the
PRESENT. | asked
ANY pair. Certainly not Could
YOU get along with any other head but
your OWN
The question rather took me aback.
confess that such change was not at
all To he desired.
"Then 60 said thesBlond Hard, ''and
search for them"
Faint heart" etc: musiy addage
came into nv head. and | answered. Il
will do So" Turning to the Green Bird.
| asked, viii you come to the cellars z:
Yes, at once" was the answer.
Lead the way, then; You must be bet
ter acquainted here than am"
The Green Bird led the way down the
stairs, with all the hands before us; but
not one moved now Down. down, at
least a hundred flights, then through a
hall. and into vast chamber black as
midnight.
"llow are we to find the legs in this
pIutonian darknessy" / asked
silence" said the Green Bird. and II
falling feather aroused an echo that SCUM
ded like the beating on an hundred
drums; speak not if you would sue
ceed."
In silence followed on through. the
cavernous chamber with its pitchy walls.
ON, still on. AT last small blue light
appeared burning in the distance like the
eye of a tiger As we approached, it
gradually increased in size, until, at last,
as we nearcd it, it became Eiarnified into
an opening some sixty feet wide. Be-
yond, burned lake of deadly blue sulph-
ur, shedding a pale unearthly light As
we passed through the opening, figure
suddenly appeared before US. Ii was that
of an old man. He carried stick in his
right hand, and walked with feeble gait,
but, what struck me as rather peculiar,
his head, instead of being on his shoul-
ders. he carried under his left arm
"Who are you." he asked, speaking
from the head under his arm.
Il am an author" / replied.
Look there?" he said, as he pointed
to the burning lake.
looked, and beheld what | had no,
before noticed. 1t was inhabited. Hun
dreds of poor wreiches were there, burn
ing and writhing in the seething flame.
who are those wretched beings?"
quericd, in terror.
''IIa. ha, ha" laughed the old man.
''Those are authorsr'
"Why doomed to a residence here:"
Because, when on the earth beyond
they failed to fulfil their mission. They
lost sight of their goal. They digressed
from the path of honor. They"
81 see. They went it blind"
"Exactly."
There" and he pointed to a floating
head near the edge of the lake,-"thert
is plagiarist His is the A No. de
gree. There" and he pointed to another
''is one who published and edited a news
paper"
"His offenseg" / asked.
BLACK mailing. There is one who
wrote flash novels"
Jack Sheppard. The Bhoys," / NUT
tered.
"Ay; you be wise; avoid the broad
path; keep faith; be true. And now
what seek you here?'
told him my errand.
"And you hope to find the legss''
81 do"
"Come, then, with me- Here, carry
my head"
took the head, and, with the Greer
Bird by my side, followed the singula
old man. He led us round by the lake
so close that, at times, the heat seemed t.
scorch my clothing. Presently he stoppet
opposite great door of blue veined mar
BILE. Pus ling that open, we entered ,
large and brilliantly lighted apartment
Here, upoa every side, countless legspro
trlded from the wall. As we entered