The great West. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1889-18??, 1892-09-30
An Ominous Warning That Came In the
Night The Man at the Creek
With the Blood Streaming
From His Mouth.


was dark, dismal forest through
which he had to ride. I had driven
to the station to meet him, and to his
question of How are all my relatives
and friends?" Il had said .:All we'll"
But a peculiar thing happened as into
the gloom of the forest we rode. All
was quiet save the sound of the swol-
len creek galloping over its rocky
bed.
At the creek we halted to let the
horses drink. Just then the moon
came up above the clouds making
weird shadows and on the face Of
my friend I could see a changed.
pinched. frightened look. whats
the matter?" I asked
Great God!" he exclaimed. help
him. Don't you see that man lean
ing over the very edge of the watere
Don't you see the blood streaming
from his mouth?'
l could see nothing though I
looked in the direction he stared
wildly at. But he was frail boy and
thinking his nervous system shattered
L to quiet and please him, got out
and walked down the stream. but
nothing could be seen of the man.
Presently my friend called. Come
on; it was father but he has gone"
and his voice had a hollow ring; I
could almost liken it unto the damp
clods on coffin falling. AS we drove
away I said: do you have such
spells often?" and he answered:
Never before. but are you sure faith
or is well?''
"Yes. he is we'll and had gone to
church when l left"
Despite my attempt to quiet him he
begged me to drive fast and as we
drew up in front of the gate at home
we met four men carrying man,
from whose mouth life blood was
streaming My friend jumped out
and the first words he exclaimed
were: lit is father but he Is gone"
It was true. Upon leaving church he
had coughed and broken blood vessel
and died just as Nilsson had seen him
on the waters-the waters of death.
Another strange thing is this: It
had been years since I passed that
CHASTITY stream, where fate had walked
until three weeks ago. and just before
twilight falling again entered that
forest and young lady was With me.
She was describing a beautiful we'd
ding which was soon to be. and she
was one of the bridesmaids. The
rainbow tints could never vie with all
the colors she painted there but I
could only hear the hayward whirls
of that prophetic stream. Every tree
around seemed to bear the scar of
battle shocks. The grassy fringe
that hung around the borders of the
waters seemed to droop their heads.
and the moss-veiled- faces of the rocks
frowned wrathfully land oh let me
tell you something so remarkable
about it" she said just as our horses
feet splashed in the stream
I shuddered as she told me they
had ordered white gloves for six brides
maids and two pair had been sent for
mourning wear. Naturally the thing
being told right there felt the thrill
Of terror and knew it was a warning
sad. Two days from then message
came from strangers in a distant
land. saying two young men were
drowned. the same two who were to
stand in that wedding array with the
two girls who had received the mourn
ing gloves, and while those black
gloves may not be worn, around many
a heart is draped the mourning veil,
and Gods shadow which follows after
prayer comes in the holy hush and
kisses the woe-worn faces of the COM
rades and friends of our boys.