Deseret evening news. [volume] (Great Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1867-1920, 1892-02-02

even II my cries were heard from the
streets below nobody would attribute
them TO their real source.
To the feeling OF acute anguish sue.
cecded one oi blank dcsprir. | no longer
fpoculatod on tho possibility Of being
discovered dead or alive. There was
duh leadcn feeling Mt my chest. and !
found myself repeating mechanically
old rhymes and iinglos and saying the
alphabet backward. as once learned to
doin seeking relief from insomnia. Yet
at the same time | was conscious that
my whole life was passing In rcvicw be-
fore me. as they say It does when one L.
drowning or being hanged. | rcmom'
bcrod that saying, too, and without any
cessation Of tbc review wondered in
my doubled Consciousness II | were
undergoing tho sensations Of u drowning
man. or Of one bciny hanged, and wished
could put them down on paper for the
benefit OF the rest Of mankind.
What struck me ~ singular was that
the clocks kept on striking twelve. Tho
second time they did this thought must
have lost consciousness for an entire day
and that this was the second midnight
But when tho third stroke Of twelve
camo from half dozen clocks. know
1t could not be two days since had
fallen.
thought first that had become do
mcnlcd. aud then u occurred 20 inc that
IL | were could not reason about It VA
that fashion, so tho clocks themselves
must DO crazy. This theory satisfied mo
until tho striking began again, when
went on in another fantastic speculation.
My friends had discovered that | WAS
missing. and were having tho bells rung
to keep my spirits up.
Oh, the long, long, weary hours |
rpcnt In waiting for q glimpse Of day.
light. had no hope that daylight
would bring tho any relief, but tho pros.
poet Of staying whore Il was endless mid.
night seemed uncomfortable. | groanod
and wopt aud dug my nails into tho
palms OF my hands until It seemed as u
the blood would como, but ! did not
even foel any sonso Of paiu.
Il must have been nitor tho clocks had
strucl; midnight dozen times or moro
Il kept nocEnct acc1uut-that saw
In the distance at what seemed 20 DO the
farther end Of the cathedral roof two
faint giimmors Of light Presently thora
woro two moro and then two more,
until thcro was a regular procession OF
thom. tried 10 shout, but had become
so weak with cold and sur ing that
could not ruiao my voice Dove q wins
/ per.
Tho lights nevertheless approached,
growing gradually stronger until
/ could see that they were borno by sever
/ al blnck-robed figures who wcro march
ing beside n colin. As tho procession
moved slowly toward mo | began "a
wonder what Il meant, and whether
funerals took place at midni 1t on tho
roof Of Milan cathedral. Thon ! spCcu
lated n moment on the propricty OF dis
turbing the ohscquies oven In my OK
tromo need. Suddenly Il dawncl upon
me that this WAS my own funeral, and
know that ! was either dead or had gun,
mad. In The supreme nnguiGh Of thi.
discovery all memory Of past suffering
was blotted out. and entered on new
period Of tho most exquisite torture
I iNlAANAAHANt ~ was W lAl'A hNlNNAAh
As the foremost Of the moving figure.
reached mo folt a grasp ON my agu
and voice called in my ear;
wake up. father; it's timo TO b.
going down guess you must have had
your yoke turned"
1t was my daughter, aud beside hoi
were the rest Of tho party, flushed witt
their ramblc on tho roof. straightono,
out my cramped limbs, which must hay,
gono TO sleep about tho timo did, an,
pulled out my watch. | had been Their
just fifteen minutes.
don't mean TO DO understood that M
hair really did turn gray In that nigh
Of horror on Milan cathedral. Ia tn
first place there is not much Of It an,
what there 10 has been tolcrnbly gray 70
some years. Put do mean TO say tina
/ am no longer incrcdulous as TO tn
possibility Of such n capillary change a
the story books toll about. / am quit
sure that n any man or woman roall'
had just such an experience as though
| had, his or her hair would turn graf
provided Of course no or she had ar.
hair that was not gray already