The Emporia news. [volume] (Emporia, Kan.) 1859-1881, 1876-03-17

DOOM the u1hOF OF several
Thrilling Stories Not Pub-
IIshed Vet.
Midnight.
Midnight on the Arctic Sea.
Huge icebergs grinding and
crashing against each other, inky
waves climbing toward the clouds,
the wind bowling and shrieking
like multitude of Infatuated de-
mons hot from Hades.
1t seems as if the heavens and
earth were each struggling for the
mastery.
Amid these tempestuous scenes
stalwart young man might have
been seen pacing up and down and
ice foe which was being driven at
fearful speed before the wind.
There was something unusual in
the appearance of this unfortunate
young man.
He was without an Ulster.
With out an Ulster on an ice
foe.
An ice situation for q young
man.
The wind whistled shrilly about
him, icebergs kept continually
falling upon his devoted head,
and yet, as an occasional fash of
lightning illumined his manly fea-
lures, they seemed to wear an ex-
preston of joy.
In the course of several hours
the elements, as if worn out with
warning, abated their fury.
The mysterious young stranger
drew a sigh of relief, glancing
cautiously about him, IS if he fear
ed the approach of a secret foe,
and then exclaimed:
"Thank Hevings I have escaped
him at lastr'
cha! ha! ha!"
''Ha! ha"
"Ha"
The icy winds waited these
sounds Of demoniac laughter 10
quick succession to the ears of the
astonished young man.
Leaning against an iceberg tor
support, he murmured:
Gam I ever to escape this
fiend?''
''NeverP' shouted hoarse
voice in his ear, and the next mo-
ment a form emerged from the ice
berg and confronted him with 3
grim smile.
1t was the young mans Fiend.
The Fiend wore very bad
beaver.
The remainder of his costly at
tire was fine linen.
Altogether too fine one would
say for that latitude.
"Leave me, Fiend! Leave me!'
} said the young man.
"Neverr' retorted the Fiend,
never until you subscribe"
what is it this time~
"Blobbs' Picturesque Eurip-
comes in fifty-two numbers-75
cents a number-no family is COM
plete without it-going of like
hot cakes-all our best families
J subscribe for it-three steel en-
cravings in each number"
81 cannot, / cnnnot. / haven't
laid in my coal for winter" re-
piled the young man in q melan-
chOly tone of voice.
winter! Coal! Bah! Don't need
: coal; fine brscing weather thlsp'
/ Look at mer' exclaimed the
. Fiend as he unbuttoned his liner
overcoat and began to chew an
icicle.
mo, won't have it," said the
young man desperately.
, The Fiend scraped q frozen teal
T from his eye, and exclaimed with
emotion:
. 81 pity you, young man. pity
you. suppose you want your
money to spend on beer, and bll.
: lizards and listers. You want to
die in ignorance of the beauties Of
: Picturesque Eurip-you want ID
i go down to your grave without
{ knowing what your ancestors
: done three hundred years ago
n You're right. That's so; that's
So" broke in the young man, ex
F cidedly.
The fiend resumed: "You dom
J. care to know anything about Joar
a of Arc"
: you're right, you're right. ]
e know enough about NoahSs ark, >
= again broke in the young mar
d earnestly.
! "You don't care anything about
. Westminster Abbey, st. PauIs o,
! or the Madeline. l suppose 20,
"a don't even care about Notr,
v Dame"
ie "Not er d." howled the nov
" Infatuated young man, a. he 6lrov,