Juniata sentinel. [volume] (Mifflintown, Pa.) 1846-1873, 1871-05-24
cold perspiration broke in drops on his

would find the thing and kill it; but it
Knocked him in his search. The sound
sc emed to come from the table but when
he stood beside the table it ticked 40 dis
tinctly at the window that he thought he
could put his finger on the spot; but
when he tried to, it changed again, and
sounded at the head of his bed. Some
times it seemed close at his right, and he
turned only to hear it on the other side.
then in front, then behind. Again and
again he searched, and swore in his ex
asperation and disappointment. 1si irs
The soand became exaggerated by his
distempered d Imagination. till he trembled
lest some one else should hear this omen
which so plssinly fofetold his anticipated
crime. Once an hour dragged by, and
his unseen tormentor was silent. His
eyes, that had glittered with deadly
hatred, now wore startled look, and
wandered restlessly about the room n
An owl that perched on the topmost
branch OF high tree near by, screamed
loua and long. A bat flew in at the
open window, hung against the ceiling,
and darted out. r75.E yt ,asssi a.v Sos
Monk shivered Leaning his head be-
tween his arms. he drummed neryously
on the table with his fingers Instantly
the clear metallic click sounded again
He looked up and strange lishs broke
into his face, mixed expression of
amazement aud fright. For moment
he seemed stupefed, then raising his
hand, he tapped lightly against the wood
with his finger nails. The last tap had
not died until it was answered by what
seemed like fainter repetition Of itself
bUttering fearful oath, Monk Eecoiled
from the table, but, as if drawn back
and held by weired faeinatiou, he sat
an hour striking the hard surface with
his nails, and pausing for the response that
each time came clear and distinct. r.
Gray streaks crept along the east, and
quivered like faded fringe bordering
the black canopy. Still he sat tapping,
but no answer came. he waited, listen
ed vainly: no echo no sound, and the
dull, hueless light of the cloudy morning
slimmered at his window. Then he
threw himself on his bed, and fell into
restless slumbers. at a-u.si sa t.arf,
"A damp thick fog enveloped the house
in its shiny embrace. At nightfail its
reeking folds gathered themselves from
the ground, and noiseless drizzle came
suddenly down. ga. s.iasre
Monk had not stirred from his room.
all day. The feverish sleep into which
he had fallen fed from him before noon,
and now he stood at his window looking
out into the blackness. 4 clammy air
blew against his face. He stretched out
his hand and drew it back suddenly, as
if he had touched the dead. 1t was cold
and moist He rubbed it violently
against his clothes, as though he could
not wipe off the dampness. A tremor
, seized upon HIM Hank was that the
dripping of waterl No. A sickly smile
PLAYED over his countenance. He went
to the table and tapped lightly with his
! fineers, as he had done before. In an
other moment the taps were answered,
and he involuntarily counted as they
came, OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES
-seven-then all was silent. He made
the call a second time, he tried it over
and over and at each response it licked
seven fines, never more, never less, but
seven times clearly, distinctly. Sud
denly he sprang up, and through shut
teeth hissed: -rt.
The seventh day, by heaven But I'll
cheat You'll not kill him y e..s
q He darted noiselessly down the stairs,
and struck out through the woods. In
half an hour he emerged on the edge Of
clearing, dozen yards from chop
per's cabin. Creeping stealthily to the
door he shook it, then after a moments
irresolution cried out:
Peters Peters look out for ShiHet.
H has sworn to murder you tonight"
Without waiting for a reply he sprang
away, and was quickly lost among the
trees.
A moment afterward tall form arose
out of the shadow of stump near the
cabin, and passed rapidly in an opposite
direction. @ taaas -fhH'i at
AT the summit Of the hill east of
Agatha, steep precipice is formed by
great, bare projecting rock. From the
valley, its outline resembles an enormous
face in profile, and they call it "The
Devils Head. The full moon rendered
the unbroken mass of cloud translucent,
producing peculiarly sinister eject
The mist still Blew through the air, but
in the zenith there was dull ashen hue,
and the surrounding cloud was The color
of earth The far-off hills loomed up
majestic, terrible, against the gloom :
nearer objects were strangely magnifed
in the tawpy light. nAtthe foot of this
phantom crag, on a terrace. is the ore