The Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1877-1885, 1883-04-27
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the Christian name of all pale faces. :,
| TAR as the Chinaman is concerned.
Inc writer Yes, if you'll give me .
moderate dose
The boss 'Eyel smokee sometime al
leady?'' -
ago. s'.-''
The boss -.'Allee lightee. Ffxe,
The writer Don't put more than .
| pound and a half IN. =
The boss (with grin that looked a,
| II the side OF the house was coming in
ME iixee all lightee. Gette up
| The writer took possession of private
stateroom, while the bias-eyed son OF
| the sun manipulated the gummy mess
and filled the pipe
."Now, smokee.'' said he: elbow
Though nosee.
The writer inhaled severaI-more OF
ss--puffs, and then began to expert
ence a heavy, depressing sensation
across the chest
AT tins commencement the ears were
thrilled by softly weird strains of such
music as no mortal ever healsi before.
ana at the same time the writer was led
70 large glded or golden platform,
which lowered aloft in the upper por-
ton OF the room, and was reached by
stairs that dazzled the eye at first. but
afterward soothed ii and seemed to en-
trance the visitor. Ascending, the sum-
nit was reached. and. looking down to
the floor he had just left, sight pre-
scented itself which the writer must ae
knowledge himself unable to portray
1t was hundred thousand fairy lands
combined in one vast picture of lcyeli-
ness and supreme beauty. Seated on a
divan, and surrounded by bevy of be-
wilderingly beautiful minxes, whose an
geiIc voices and merry laughter made
the brain whirl, the writer prayed that
he might never again see the outside
world, bat that he might live to eternity
amid those scenes. His every wish was
grahfed on the instant. A request wac
scarcely made but it was fulfilled He
hesitated to give voice to his wishes
lest tacY might offend, his every thought
was interpreted even before it had ma
tured and his desires were answered,
and the rare wine and costly Jewels were
brought him and laid before him before
he had dared even hope for then. pos
session.
Below me was a scene of dazzling
beauty. Fountains of golden waters
gladdened the eye ut intervals about the
room, while the perfume of rare exotics
hlled the atmosphere and enervated the
brain. Thousands upon thousands of
pretty girls in Oriental costumes fitted
here, there and everywhere, and came
and went at the writer's command. No
wish was ungratitied, no desire unful-
filled. 1t was a paradise on earth
There was no male present but himself
{ hi in ho1 ~.
writer was alone in his glory Oh, for
the pen OF a Dante! Oh. for the descrip-
tive powers of Byroni
Suddenly a shadow came across the
room, and the pretty girls disappeared
one by one. Even those upon the dais
Withdrew. The Chinanan reappeared
ami informed the writer that a terrible
storm was approaching. and that they
must return at once. Even as he spoke.
the distant mutteringS of thunder could
be heard, and then the lightning flashes
darted across the room. 1t was a ter
ribie storm. The attendant tore the
costly lace from the writer's body, and
AT his command hundred or more hid
eous looking creatures gathered around
and aided in torinenting the writer
They look off the top of his head with
hammers and chisels. and picked his
brain out piece b. piece, grinning hid
eously the while. Then they began to
ear the flesh from the bones, and one
more vicious than the rest grasped his
ongue and kept pulling it out inch by
nch, loot by foot, until he could feel the
Fery soles of his boots give way and
,tart on their upward journey through
his marrow They then placed his head
two large revolving stone cyl
nders, and he heard his skull being
as he was drawn into and be-
sween tbe grinding wheels that appear
ed to be turning ut the rate of one reVo-
utlOn iii i million years. Each inch of
of diaphragm was subjected to years
and years OF this crushing process. and
Che prayers To be put to instant death
brought forth maniacal laughter and
ieers from the torturcrs. Ii the first
scene was paradise the second was
worse than IIades. Not for 100, 900
worlds would the writer pass through
the horrors of that torture again. Then
came the noise like tie bursting of 100,
600 bombs.
Look there!' said one of the mons
tiers, 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 the banjo head features, sit
ting, by the fire. sewing "a button on his
trousers.
Ii WAS not until after the expiration of
nearly half an hour that the 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 ii was few minutes
past 8. Rolling from the shelf, the floor
to shelve upward, and he be-
came impressed with the idea that he
was in danger of being cut in twain by
the sharp corners of the room, which
whirlcd about him with dizzying
speed. 1t was some minutes before he
trusted himself on his feet, and then his
head panied. and the very blood in his
veins seemed boiling. bidding the
proprietor of the place good night, he
Jeff the den. determined never again
to participated in the luxuries OF the bowl
House Decoration.
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