Weekly expositor. (Brockway Centre, Mich.) 1882-1894, 1892-02-12

that heat and woe. and its snow-decked
top seemed ever to beckon us ca-on
--On.
Thousands ard millions died at my
side before and behind me. But l
cared not Igrew gaunt with hunger
and faint with fatigue. but still hur-
ried on. crossed rivers OF ice and
valleys OF fire. but they stopped me
not
At last Preached it. / started to-
wards the top. YEARLY night and
day. / travelled and those who with
me reached the bottom OF the hoar
capped giant fell off one by one. and
ut last alone was left
And alone reached the top And
feeling OF indescribable ease and
peace came over me and 1 laid myself
down in the cold. white snow, and fell
asleep.
How long l slept ia tho crystal
snow l know not For there too /
had dream. i saw two forms APP
proach. One all white and pure with
peace and good will beaming in his
eyes; the other black as night; and
from his eyes cleaned forth the fires
OF hell
The fair one looked at me sleeping
with world OF agony and sorrow in
his eyes: then turned his hoad toward
the SKY, and looked up in supplication.
while great tears fell from his eyes.
and fell on 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 IL stood at my very side. looking
down at me with burning eyes. /
strove to move. to shrek. to pray. but
all in vain.
Then saw him stoop and stretch
out his hand. 1t hung over my face
an instant then fell on my forehead
Then great pain racked all my
body and spirit and at the instant l
heard countless voices give cry that
doomed out from the mountain top
and was heard all over the earth.
And this was what they said and the
words still ring in my ears aud never
leave me while life lasts;
land THIS Is DEATHi"
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 l had l woul
not now be alive to tell this tale For
that clammy. burning hand had moved
down my face until it reached my
throat and the cleaning eyes shifted
and turned and moved with the hand.
Then. with an all powerful effort
with 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
slant turned even as / ran and
saw those burning eyes follow
'Colonelr' / cried hoarsely and
scarce louder than child. And as
the dread thing approached l ran to
his room. But-oh, God!-the door
was open. the room empty. And.
turning again. with the despair OF
death upon my brow. saw those
burning eyes again They were the
eyes OF a mailman. And the face ap.
preached until the hot breath Kissed
into my ears
And the face was that OF Col Mont
fort
What happened then do not know.
1t is year and over since that dread
night and 1 am still an invalid. They
say am mad at times but what won
der! My nerves shattered. my life
ruined. Never can / efface one Incl
dent of that night from my scared
memory. and even at night IL haunts
me in my dreams
That morning. 30 they say, they
found the colonel and myself lying on
the floor in his bed room, the colonel
with knife in his heart and l lying
by his side with my hand still clutch
ing the handle of the knife. / was
delirious for months. aud from my
rawlings they gathered the story. ]
suppose now that at that moment oil
supreme agony and despair grasped
knife which the colonel always haG
in his room, and to save myself
killed him
And in the coloners will it was
found that he had left his al to my
friend"-the man that killed him
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