Evening journal., 1891-07-23

might lose her senses again The afr was
stiflinR.
Horrorl Mercy DespairI She could
! Ieei herself successfully swooning and then
4 coming TO her senses again How could
/ she avoid this awful fateS What II She
should be unable TO make them hear her
cries before they put her in the tomb2
Suddenly she was seized with an awful
trembling. her hair seemed rising IN. a
dizzy sense Of sickness oppressed her, she
gasped little but she could not make
any sort Of sound.
Now the cart has stopped. The nude
collin Is drawn forward with a harsh. graf
ing noise, then taken into the hands OF
Tour men, who proceeded 10 her grave A
shabby looking clergyman. who has charge
OF one OF the small churches in one of the
most Insignificant parts Of the city comes
every afternoon to the cemetery to perform
the Offices of the church for friendless waits
OF humanity like these. He represents the
one eternal, unthanging Friend. the one
great Disinterested, whom we forget in
days OF prosperity but to whom we resort
in times Of trouble.
The four men from nowhere-neither
kith nor kin-at the request Of the clergy
man, proceeded with the body of the
pauper woman to the grave. In the dis
tance Is the cart rattling back to the city.
horrorl What strange movement Of the
COLIN IS that2 One man looks stealthily at
his neighbor. Nothing, of coursel Imagi-
hatlonl fet irightful sensation oppresses
him. To be buried alivei Hideous fatei
The procession passes somewhat hurriedly.
poor old panper woman; there is no oc-
casion 70 be particularly decorous-one
pauper less in the world Much better ont
Of the world than Ia itl No one weeps or
grieves.
Again that strange vibration, as IL the
terrible box was convulsed. Paughl Non
sensel Christi what u noise Never such
a sound came from earth.
One OF the men in front looks around
with white face. He meets another pair
Of eyes fixed with horror. Before them all
walks the clergyman reciting. "l am the
resurrection and the life." A few strag
CLING people about the cemetery have fallen
into line as the little band moves onward.
Now they are at the tomb--a long, hide
Gus looking receptacle built against the
brick wall Of the cemetery, containing rows
and rows Of shelves
A cheerful looking man with red face, !
holding trowel in his hand, sits beside a
great pile OF fresh mortar. 1t is his occu- I
patton to seal up the ovens. as the ugly !
shelves are called.
The clergyman still read. A young child
with gold colored hair that strays from its
mother 70 pick wandering vine gives a
little shrek of ecstasy.
The four men push the box into the re-
ceptaele. A trightful scraping sound min
gled with most unearthly cry The two
men who had looked at each other again
exchange glances. The face OF one is livid.
Another sound and the two simultaneous
ly drag forth the coffin and place it on the
ground The clergyman stops reading.
Something has happened" said the
man who had walked in front Of the coffin.
The woman is alive" said the man with
The dark face, and they began to tear open
.he collin The man with the trowel comes
70 assist The excitement is intense. Who
sver heard of such thing2 Ia books. or
u the medical journals, perhaps, but ia
ife, neverl
The men work in hurried silence. At
ength they have pried up the long nails.
The dark man tears open the lid and with
a the long pine box, without any sort
4 decorative adornment, lies the poor,
drunken, attenuated pauper woman. The
lght Of the moon is brilliant in the sky
ne hght That beautlheS everything but |
he human countenance--is absolutely I'M
'paring and intensiies the ugliness Of the
toilworn face All look at her
With breathless curiosity. She belongs
70 nobody. She has no friends. No one
knows what TO do. Apparently she Is
dead
After all the noise was a mistake. The
man with the white face steps back, as
ihongh he relinquished all sense of re-
iponsibility. The man with the dark face
bends over the woman. This act helps all
II the Others to fresh interest. Their faces
ask, us she deadg" The decisive man feels
her hands; quite cold; her face cold also.
Then with an energy born OF conviction he
ifts the woman up, putting his arm under
her waist She is not stiff at ALL Her
Eyes open; she looks at him. The specta.
,ors gaze in shocked amazement; the dark
nan feels faint. The corpse moves, lifts a
hin yellow, hand, then breaks the awful
iilence by saying querulonsly II thought
'ou would never hearln then, Get mo
ome water. Marcia Davies in New Or.
cans Times Democrat