The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1885-1921, 1892-04-14

panied i'll every JOINT from lying in one
position so long.
heard the coloners breathing in the
next room. Then heard a door slam
on the fight below, and with difficulty
suppressed shrek.
And all the time cursed myself for nv
cowardice; cursed myself for being such
child, and vowed that if were allowed
to live until morning would stop drink
ing hot gins and smoking strong cigars.
heard the clock strike two, and then
must have fallen into a troubled sleep.
L dreaned-oh, God, what did | not
dream? Would that all that happened
that Ill fated night had been but
dreaml
For one thing, dreamed that the last
day had come, and that with countless
others had hurried toward 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 fame rolled about us, yet
through it all could be seen that noun
tain top, cold and serene in the midst of
all that heat and woe, and its snow
decked top seemed ever to beckon us on
onion.
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.
crossed rivers of ice and valleys of fire.
but they stopped me not.
At last l reached it. started toward
the top. YEARLY, night and day,
the bottom of the boar capped giant fell
off one by one, and at last l alone was
left.
And alone l reached the top. And a
feeling of indescribable ease and peace
came over me, and laid myself down in
the cold, white snow and fell asleep
How long slept in the crystal snow
know not. For there, too, had dream.
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
cleaned forth the fires of he'll.
The fair one looked at me sleeping,
with world of agony and sorrow in
his eyes; then turned his head toward
the sky and looked up in duplication,
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
OF 7 %,
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 in
slant, then fell upon my forehead.
Then a great pain racked all my body
and spirit, and at the instant | heard
countless voices give a cry that doomed
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 deathp'
And awoke. And, horrors of hell,
that clammy, burning hand still rested
upon my face, and those burning orbS
still peered into minel
did not faint If l had, 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 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 a 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, witt
the despair of death upon my brow,
saw those burning eyes again. They
were the eyes of mailman, and TIT
face approached until the hot breath
Kissed into my ears.
And the face was that of Colone
Montfort.
What happened then do not know
1t is year and over since that dreaC
night, and | am still an invalid. The.
say am mad at times, but what won
der! My nerves are shattered, my lif
ruined. Never can etface one inciden
of that night from my scared memory
and even at night it haunts me il
, dreams.
That morning. so they say, they founC
the colonel and myself lying on the foo
in his bedroom, the colonel with a knit
in his heart and lying by his side witt
my hand still clutching the handle o
the knife. was delirious for months
and from my rawlings they gathered tn
story. | suppose now that in that me
/ ment of supreme agony and despair
| grasped knife which the colonel al
/ ways had in his room, and to save my
: self killed him.
And in the colonel's will it was foun
| that he had left his all to my friend"-
> the man that killed hin.--A. r. FEEDER
. mann in St. Paul Pioneer Press.
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