The Hocking sentinel. [volume] (Logan, Ohio) 1871-1906, 1885-03-26
The Simultaneous Thought.

''Fancies:' she almost shrieked.
''Something occurred in my sight once
that altered my entire life.''
There. now. have no Claim upon
your confidence" lie demonstrated.
.'lIut, my dear friend. l must tell
somebody. I've never told a human
being, though have described it to
myself hundred thousand times. Per-
haps I snail Ire abso we'd from my long
penance if do but confiie the secret TO
someone else"
Il warn you that / am wretchcd
confessor"
"You must not interrupt me-"
81 promise"
Every we'll. listen. tell it you Just
as see it with my eyes aud hear it
with my ears at this momen;," Moolla
began. 81 am a mere child. 1t is a
warm summer day. and am in a car
penter shop. somfwhere.-fOr never
knew the name of the place,-hunt:iiy
blocks for toy houses among the shaw
ings. In the center of the room there
are two wOrkmen, quite near each 9th
er. They are intimate friends. One is
using broadaX. He is trimming down
q piece o: timer, while tire other makes
moriise holes in an end of the same
great log. The younger man, who
works with the maieI and chisel, is
pale and much exhausted. Laying
down his tools, he slowly raises his
arm above his head as he drawls out:
You handle that AK SO well,
George
"'Yes?' murmurs the axman, in q
strangely interrogative tone, as the
bright steel cleay.-s the sides of the
tough beam. Now he stops chopping
to glare eacantly at the cold, gray
metal; now ne resumes work more Wig
orously.
".lt seems so keen,' the younger
says.
:. And sure, the elder adds.
'''Life's such bore, wish you'd
split my head
Poor fellow; he's taken al his
word.
"A flash of light and new crash
put an everlasting period to the dia-
logue. l see that AXIS blade buried in
the skull of the young apprentice, while
its handle still qnivers in tie elder
workman's grasp.
My God! the look of horror on that
murdcrer's face! 1t fades away, and
the man falls in swoon upon the
floor.
II hear the rush of feet. Blanched
faces gat ser round in awful silence.
l am not seen. They do not suspect
me OF the terrible scene. Why don't
somebody speak?
.'How hideOus is silence!
Il see only one object in that room. !
Not the bleeding corpse, but the man
who has done the murder. /, alone,
have heard theT conversation. l, alone,
know how the Young man begged for
death. l crawl over to the PROSTATE
chopper OF wood. l understand the
case. stoop down and kiss his cold I
forehead. forgive him, fr 1 know
he Only obliged fr end. They tell me /
that ne also is dead. S;rong men
strive to tear me from him. but beg
to stay. They deny me this. scream:
He is my father. ;"
..Is tnis true?'' exclaimed Walter,
ut the realism OF the
tale.
True" answered Mootla, solcmnly;
''but swear to YOU that man acted
without moral intent. l understand
the psychology OF that crime now. 1t
Was the correlation, the reciprocity of
like thought simultaneously present in
two minds. We are told of danger in
Of The stars, vi human ills
that track the wake of an eclipse
what are they all. compared to tie inn
pulse that makes an innocent man
There was q long pause.
ut WAS all so horrible that believe
The average death-ratc Of the village
Mooila resumed, hearing
anew her own thoughts. ''Inere We're
two suicides soon aIter, and y boy-lOv-
er strangled his sweetheart. ."-.'Un a
LGrgin."