Seattle daily post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, W.T. [Wash.]) 1881-1888, 1883-02-16

To Jobs unutterabls horror and des-
pair the earth opened, and down they
went-dovn-down through blackness
and sitting heat. into an immense cav
efn, seemingly into the bowels OF the
earth. :,
A chorus of unearthly voices shrieked
a welcome TO Job and his captor. Job
seemed TO be possessed OF SUPERNATURAL
strength; for, despite the circumstances
attending his condition, he did not faint
or sink under the fear which agonized
him, but was able TO steal timid glance
Oh his surroundings. The place was
dark, save in front OF him for short
distance, where . scorching IRE herceIy
blazed and sent it, tongues high above
the pit in which it was burning. Dane
ing around 1t, and fitting IN and out OF
the shade which rested upon the remain
der of the cavern, were number OF
strange, dusky, fearful beings, some of
whom were amusing themselves jumping
into and through the IRE, which seemed
kindly isposed toward them, and did
not even SINCE their naked bodies They
were seemingly happy because OF Job .
coming.
What shall we do for Job Browns
heart, which Is too hard for his comfort
said the tall goblin.
"Melt it, shrisked the horrid chorus,
and hundred eyes giared and wiuked
At Job.
What do you say to that, Job Brown.
eh!' asked his captor, with a CHASTITY
grin.
"I-I-d-don think it necessary. sir.
il you please" answered old Brown.
al o.S 10 4 ha altnUSA N
speak"
"Oh. hol you're wrong" said the tall
goblin; I'm afraid you're wrong" and
the unearthly chorus responded, "Oh,
ho oh, hon in q manner which made
Browns hair stand on end.
I'VE know better, you see" said Jobs
Interested friend.
mo harm to try it, at any rate, eh!"
said the tall goblin, looking toward his
companions.
"iry it, try it"' yelled the whole
troop; and tilereupOn they cut such ca
psrs and performed such sbewildering
antics that Jobs brain was sadly con-
fused. He would have sunk insensible
but for the tall goblin, who supported
HIM, at the same time giving him pinch
to keep him awake.
Look, Job," whispered his supporter,
waving his hand; what do you see! A
pretty picture, Job; pleasant, cheerful
scene, chr
Job looked; he could not do otherwise.
On one side tho shade had parted and
revealed familiar view; street In his
own vlllage-one of his own tenem6ntS.
Look closely, Job" whispered the
tall goblin.
1t was plain enough; he easily recog-
nized the poor widow and her children,
whom no had qua into the snowy street
that morning. She held dying babe to
her exhausted breast, and seemed her
self ready to sink in death. The howl
lug winds--Job could hear them-were
making blue marks on their hunger.
punched faces. Behind her, snugly en-
veloped in n great coat and furs, was
somebody very like Job, adding to her
misery by taunting, cruel words.
Job involuntarily closed his eyes.
Ready" cried the tall goblin.
Yes! yes" yelled the goblin chorus;
and. as JOB shuddered in terror Of some
impending doom, he bsheld huge caul-
dron suspended over the glowing hrs.
From its depths issued a bubbling noise
and clouds of steam, indicative of great
heat.
Now Them shouted the goblin. In
with the man whose heart is callous to
the cries of the poor and the suffering;
in with him" and Job felt them spring
upon him. They caught him up as if
he were feather, rushed him to the
cauldron and held him over it. A mo-
ment he WAS suffered to gaze into the
seething, tumbling mass within, and
then a plunge, when Job uttered an aw
full shrek and made a jump, and found
himself
Upon the floor of his bedroom! 1t was
all a dream-a horrid nightmare! He
had gone into his bedroom after dinner,
as usual, and had fallen asleep.
Job arose and, pressing his hand over
his eyes, looked cautiously about him,
as IL fearing to meet the faces of the
goblin visitor and his companions. But
the room was still and he was alone.
An hour he sat mOtionless, gazing fxedly
into the bright GOALS before him. Then
with sigh he arose and arrayed him
self for a walk. Taking his cane he
strobe quietly ont, and FASTENED again
to the village. What he did there | may
not say; bu, this much do know-the
poor widow and her little ores slept that
night in comfortable beds, in nice
home, and many poor villager added
to his evening prayer Thanksgiving for
the blessings sent through Job Brown.
Job had changed, and ever after was
the friend Of the widow aud the patron
Of the poor.