Arizona republican., 1892-03-03

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 heard the clock in the hall strike one, but was still as wide awake as l was an hour before. My nerves, instead of becoming reposed, became more and more susceptible to the least jar. The cracking of an ember in the fireplace in the next room caused my heart to leap into my mouth and almost stop beating. The creaking of board sent the cold perspiration to my face. lay still and scarcely dared to breathe until my body pained in every joint from lying in one position so long.
 heard the colonel's breathing in tho next room. Then heard door slam on the flight below, and with difficulty suppressed shriek.
 And all the time cursed myself for my cowardice; cursed myself for being such child, and vowed that if Iwere allowed to live until morning would stop drink ing hot gins and smoking strong cigars.
 Iheard the clock strike two, and then must have fallen into Q troubled sleep. l dreamed-oh, God, what did 1 not dream? Would that all that happened that ill fated night had been but a dream!
 For one thing dreamed that the last day had come, and that l with countless others had hurried toward a large, snow capped mountain. There were pillows of fire behind us and mountains of fire above us, yet we hurried on--on-on-- never stopping, never turning. Clouds of smoke and flame rolled about us, yet through it all could be seen that moun- tain top, cold and serene in the midst of all that heat and woe, and its snow decked top seemed ever to becllon us on --on--on.
 Thousands and millions died at my side, before and behind me. But cared not. l grew gaunt with hunger and faint with fatigue, but still hurried on. l crossed rivers of ice and valleys of fire, but they stopped me not.
 At last reached it. l started toward the top. Wearily, night and day, travelled, and those who with me reached the bottom of the hoar capped giant fell off one by one, and at last alone was left.
 And alone l reached the top, And a feeling of indescribable ease and peace came over mo, and laid myself down in the cold, white Ssow and fell asleep.
 How long l sleptin the crystal snow know not. For there, too, had dream. l saw two forms approach. One all white and pure, with peace and good will beaming from his eyes; the other black as night, and from his eyes gleamed forth the fires of hell.
 The fair one looked at me sleeping, with world of agony and sorrow in Iris eyes; then turned his head toward the sky and looked up in supplication, while great tears fell from his eyes and onto the cold snow. And wherever a tear fell sweet flowers sprang up, and the fragrance that was waited from them was not of earth.
 But the other form approached me until it stood at my very side, looking down at me with burning eyes. strove to move, to shriek, to pray, but all in vain.
 Then l saw him stoop and stretch out his hand. It hung over my face an in- stant, then fell upon my forehead.
 Then a great pain racked all my body and spirit, and at the instant l heard countless voices give q cry that boomed out from the mountain top and was heard over all the earth. And this was what they said, and the words still ring in my ears and never leave me while life lasts:
 And this is deathv
 And awoke. And, horrors of hell, that clammy, burning hand still rested upon my face. and those burning orbs still peered into mine!
 did not faint If had, l would not now be alive to tell the tale. For that clammy, burning hand had moved down my face until it reached my throat, and the gleaming eyes shifted and turned and moved with the hand.
 Then with an all powerful effort, with a strength that was not mine. clutched the hand and flung it from me and leaped out of the bed.
 To reach the door and dart into the sitting room was the work of an in- stant. l turned even as 1 ran and saw those burning eyes follow.
 "Colonel!" 1 cried hoarsely and scarce louder than child. And as the dread thing approached 1 ran to his room. But, oh, Godl the door was open, tho room empty. And turning again, with the despair of death upon my brow, saw those burning eyes again. They were the eyes of madman, and the face approached until the hot breath hissed into my cars.
 And the face was that of Colonel Montfort
 
 What happened then do not know. It is a year and over since that dread night, and am still an invalid. They say am mad at times, but what won der! My nerves are shattered, my life ruined. Never can efface one incident of that night from my scared memory, and even at night it haunts mo in dreams.
 That morning, so they say, they found the colonel and myself lying on the floor in his bedroom, the colonel with knife in his heart and l lying by his side with my hand still clutching the handle of the knife. was delirious for months, and from my rawlings they gathered the story. l suppose now that in that mo- ment of supreme agony and despair l grasped knife which the colonel al- ways had in his room, and to save my self killed him.