Union County courier. [volume] (Elk Point, Union County, D.T. [S.D.]) 187?-1913, 1883-07-18

full minxes, whose angelic voices and
merry laughter made the brain whirl
the writeSprayed that he might never
again see the outside world, but that
he might live to eternity amid these
scenes. His every wish was gratitied
on the instant. A request was scarce
~ made but that it was fulfilled. He
hesitated to give voice to his wishes
lest they might offend, his every
thought was interrupted even before
it was matured, and his desires were
answered, and the rare, wines and
the costly jewels were brought him
and laid before him before he had
dared even to hope for their posses
SloIss ,sssss4s
Below me was q scene of dazzling
beauty. Fountains Of golden waters
gladdened the eye at intervals about
the room, while the perfume of rare
oxotics filled the atmosphere and
enervated the brain. Thousands up
on thousands Of pretty girls in ORR
entail costumes fitted here and there
and everywhere, and came and went
at the writer's command. No wish
was unqualified, no desire unfulfilled.
1t was a paradise on earth. There
was no male present but himself.
The Chinaman had disappeared and
the writer was alone in his glory.
Oh! for the pen Of a Dante! Oh! for
the descriptive powers Of Byron!
Suddenly a shadow comes across
the room, and the pretty girls disap-
peared one by one. Even those upon
the dias withdrew The Chinaman
reappeared and informed the writer
that teraihle storm was approach
ing, and that they must return at
once. Even as he spoke, the distant
mnttering Of thunder could be heard
and the lightning flashes darted
across the room. 1t was terrible
storm. The attendant tore the costly
lace from the writer's body, and ut
his command hundred or more
hideous looking creatures gathered
around and aided in tormenting the
writer. They took off the top of his
head with hammers and chisels, and
picked his brain out piece by piece,
grinning hideously the while. Then
they began to tear the flesh from the
bones, and one more vicious than
the rest graspcd his tongue and kept
pulling it out inch by inch, foot by
foot, until he could feel the very soles
of his boots give way and start on
their upward journey through his
marrow. Then they placed his head
between two large revolving stone
cylinders, and heard his head being
slowly crushed as he was being
drawn into and between the grinding
wheels that appeared to be turning
at the rate Of one revolutions in a
million years. Each diaphragm was
subjected to years and years and
years Of this crushing process, and
the prayers to be put to instant death
brought forth maniacal laughter and
jeers from the torturers. Iii the first
scene was paradise-the second was
worse than Hades Not for 100000
worlds would the writer pass through
the horrors of that torture again.
Then came the noise like the burst
ing Of 100000 bombs.
Look there!" said one of the mon.
sters, pointing to corner Of the room
The writer slowly opened his eyes,
looked in the direction pointed out,
and saw-the man with the cross
country grin and banjo head features
sitting by the fire sewing buttons on
bis trousers.
| 1t was not until after the expira.
ton Of nearly half an hour that tile
writer could find tongue to speak,
and then the words came thick and
husky.
Upon asking how long he had been
there, the man pointed to the clock
1t was twenty minutes past 10. When
he began smoking it was few min
utes past s. Rolling from tile shelf,
the floor seemed to shelve upward
and he became impressed with the
idea that he was in danger Of being
cut in twain by the sharp corners O
the room, which whirled about hin
with dizzying speed. 1t was some
minutes before he trusted himself OF
his feet, and then lis head panied
! and the very blood in his veins
seemed boiling. Bidding the pro,
prietor Of the place goodnight, ht
left the den, determined never Il
again participate in the Injuries o
] the bowl.