Salt Lake evening Democrat. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1885-1887, 1885-11-02
OFFICIALLY DECAPITATED.
II Feels as if You Were Hit with u
Base Ball Bat and Knocked
Into a Tank Of Ice Water.

He was walking through the halls OF
the Treasury IN dazed sort of way. He
passed down toward the appointment
room, hesitated a moment, then leaned
over the iron railing that guards the
window at the end OF the long corridor
| and looked sadly through to the tops of
the green trees towards the White House.
Then he wandered back down the cor
ridor and looked as if he were lost. He
went up stains, then down, until, as if
impelled against his will, he stood in
front of certain door. He took hold of
the handle in quite a natural way, as if
he were in the habit of going in there,
and started to open the door. Then, as
if he had suddenly thought of something,
his hand dropped at his side, look of
| utter detection came over his face, and
he hurried away.
His heads been chopped off," the
Star man heard some one say. "He was
here for over twenty years and can't get
used to it,
"How does man feel with his head
off?' thought the scribe, thinking, of
course, OF the official head, and he fol-
lowed the man.
cit feels, when the axe first falls" said
the victim, Gas if some one had hit you
| on the head with base ball bat and
! knocked you over into tank of ice
water. Then for awhile you don't know
anything. Then it looks as if your desk
were dancing away from you across the
room. The ceiling looks long way
off; the windows look long and narrow /;
the ice pitcher looks big, and everybody
else in the room looks pale, and when
you start to 60 out of the door you run in
to it. When you get into the corridor it
looks as if you had never been there be-
fore. You don't know what has hap
pened, but you feel as if there was some
thing swelling about you, and the whole
world looks strange. When you get into
the street there seems to be an unusual
noise, and everybody looks frightened, as
if something were about to happen, and
the streets look so long and wide, and the
horses and people look small. All the
while you feel that something about you
ward your home Everything looks
strange. You feel as if you were lifted
off the ground and the whole town were
spinning around like top under you.
Meanwhile the swelling feeling gets
worse. You think it's your, head,
but you amt quite certain. You think
your head has turned into a balloon, for
which your body's too much ballast, and
it is picking you up and dropping you
down again, sort of bouncing you along.
As you get near home you begin to feel
afraid. You 60 half way round the square
and make for the back alley gate to avoid
the children you think are playing in the
front. The swelling goes on until you get
inside the house. Then there is sort of
explosion; something collapses in you,
and you find it is your heart. Then you
know all a sudden what has hap
pened. You are out of employment and
have a family to support. First you
want to do something; then you don't
know what to do. Everything looks
black and desperate. Your start out
again to collect your thoughts and look
about you. Unconsciously you wander
down the street looking for something to
turn up, and before you know it you are
walking through the corridors of the
building you have just been kicked out of.
You feel as if you ought to be very polite
to the colored messengers you meet in
the halls As objects begin to get famil-
lar again you are seized with a desire to
know how it happened. Then you get
mad, as if you had been outraged. Then
you want to get back. But you can't
You know that but you try all the same.
1t is hard to break off habit of twenty
years. r