Elmore bulletin. [volume] (Rocky Bar, Idaho) 1889-1906, 1892-10-30
MOUNTAIN HOME, IDAHO. SUNDAY. OCTOBER

voice was utterly exhausted. Surely /
must have been missed. aud search
must be goiLg on for me? Alas. alasl no
one responded to my call No footsteps
but my own echoed through those dis
mal galleries.
But now new craving assailed me
thirst. more cruel than hunger Lack of
water kills quicker than lack of food.
no longer Thought of escaping from my
living grave. Ny only cry was for water,
water! But this want was soon supplied
The sacrifice Of few more matches re-
vealed TO me little stream exuding from
,he walls. glued my lips to it. and
though the flavor was uauseous, vet
never in the heat OF summer had COB
let Of iced champagne been more deli
cious to my palate!
How long time passed in my dis
NAL prison house il IL impossible to say.
DAYS, nights-who can measure them
under such circumstances? Finally had
exhausted my last crumb. and starva-
tion stared me in my face. How could
now sustain life? oddly enough just
then remembered the legend Of the Beau
MANOR arms.
Bcaumanoir was gallant French
character of the olden time, who. single
handed, contended with score Of En-
glish knights. Covered with wounds, he
asked his squire for water, but water
was not To bc had. Drink thy blood
Beaumunoir." was the reply of the
squire. and 'Boirc ton sang, Beauma-
noir." became afterward the motto of
the family. Before died could open
u vein with my knife, and initiate the
example of the gallant Paladin.
But first | would make desperate at
tempt to find an outlet Every match
had now been burned, and had to work
in utter darkness. Frenzied and desper-
ate, rushed from gallery to gallery,
leaping the chains where they impeded
my progress. At last thought encoun-
tered a current Of fresh air. seized
what | conjectGred to be a thigh bone
projecting from "A pile of them and gave
il wrench.
In an instant mass of bones and
skulls gave way, and rolled down ON me
in laundering avalanche. while voice
exclaimed. The intruder who invades
the sanctuary of the dead shall perish
by the deadr'
The horror of the catastrophe over
whelmol me, and lost my conscious
ness. When | recovered was lying in
my bed in the Grand hotel, with the
sun shining on the glass gallery opposite
my window. There WAS tap at my
door. sprang up, opened it and admit
ted my travelling companion.
s.XVaH nl1 falIov, - said ba ssbnx. J;J
you sleep after our visit TO the Cata-
combs yesterday"
Yesterday" echoed.
"Yes had the nightmare"
"But how did escapeg' / asked.
Escape? What do You mean by es-
Gaping: You rode home in the carriage
With me and the ladies'"
"But that undertaken who thrust him.
self into our party
"There was no undertaken, my boy.
You must have been dreaming"
Not at all, unless | was dreaming
wide awake.
'People sometimes do that"
"You did not observe anything queer
about me III the Catacombsg"
Not at all. thought you were un-
usually lively and wide awake"
Then | told him my story AS have re.
lated it.
He shook his head.
"Queer things have happened in the
Catacombs, sir. he said. Ito quote the
words of your mysterious friend. phi
losopher and guide But wouldn't adj
wise you to let your fancies run away
with you, for there is place near Paris
called Charenton madhouse and
when a fellow gets too queer in his up
per story his friends feel obliged TO rack
MIN in a straitiacket. and send him
down there formedical treatment. Don't
impose the unpleasant task ON me. And
now come and breakfast with us at the
Cafe Anglais
This is the way in which the strangest
occurrences of life are treated by our
matter-of-fact friends. For my part
shall always insist that my visit to the
Catacomhs was one of the Mysteries of
Paris, whatever others may say about
my laboring under an hallucination
New York World.