Blackfoot news. (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1891-1902, 1893-06-17

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Truly commented the dwarf.
changing his hands to the other knee.
TO the death of the spider.
with your help viii bring the
spider TO life, make the man sick,
and
Hold. holdm Grissikin interrupt
ed, co0lly. ..You cannot make the
youth sick; you can only kiln him
after sickness is upon him, appre-
bend there is hope for you. / will
see. Wait,
He vanished. and Hargon. bewil-
dered. probably. by the being he had
called into sight, though he himself
was not less hideous and his heart
not less hardened BY evil, sat calmly
waiting. Ten minutes passed, Sud
denly the dwarf appeared on the table
in the same posture from which he
had vanished.
i've seen the youth--a noble
youth. virtue and goodness wrought
into his countenanee. A brave, good
heart. he hath, and YOU would stop
its beat. So be it. He is now court
ing the maid who viii become his
wife when winter melts-a beauteous,
graceful maid, as good aud pure and
sweet as--as neither you nor I will
ever be, Hargon Ha, ha. You would
break the maids heart BY killing her
youth. So be il. We will make the
spider. see about the youths eyes
traces of coming dlsea e. He will
sieken with fever ere the new years
a month gone. We must have the
spider rea ". You will kill him. will
you; AM break the maids hearth"
Torture him; the mad is naught
to me, growled the gobelin. Death
TO them both. But look You here,
imp. Why doth the record say
must make two spiders?'i
He reached for the book TO fad the
words, and the dwarf replied with
solemn insolence:
There must be two. Hargon, be-
cause-there must be two.
.'You have not answered my ques-
tion. growled Hargon
mo. have not. have Ier tainted
Grissikin. But of that anon. Now to
work. II requires All grown spiders
and nineteen young, with ninety-nine
cockroaches for each death spider.
These may BE- caught. Tae task win
not be hard. They are to your hand
here. These must be pounded into a
pulp. Ont of this pulp You must
fashion two spiders like that. reach
ing out his pointed toe and tapping
the book. They must then be dried.
and at the proper time nv master
will give them life. Hol no! then.
to the glorious task
We cannot describe the creation Of
the Death Spider; the dizziness Of
the imp in capturing the insects:
Hargon's disgu t at the loathsome
task, or Grissikin's TESTING i'm 1udence
in keeping his bloodthirstiness to
the working pitch. Nor can we stop
to tell how, when the spiders were at
last fashioned, the dwarf simpIy
struck the wall sharp blow. and the
glowing mouth of a furnace opened.
into which the insects were thrust to
dry; nor how. in time, they came
forth, terrible, grewsome objects,
lacking only the venomous life for
which Hargon had called them into
being.
Neither can we detail Grissikin's
numerous visits of espial upon the
doomed youth during the period Of
preparation. nor the gIoating reports
he brought back of Fithington's
beauty; how it would be dimmed and
his radiant prospects of happy and
prosperous life cut short; nor the
leering delight with which he told
how he had heard the maids sweet
confessions of her happiness and her
precious hopes OF the JOY of their
coming marriage; nor how he finally
brought back word to the triumphant
Hargon that the young man had been
stricken with dangerous fever.
The tale must leap all these to a
bitter January night, when furious
wind roared over the great CITY and
whirled snow-fakes down into the
streets. seeming in wilfulness to drive
them in densest clouds into Seven
Dials, as if to render more bewilder-
ing and awful its surrounding neigh
borhood In his filthy apartment
Hargon sat at his table, with the obi
Gus insects before him, their black
polished backs fitfully rejecting the
rays Of the Tutoring candida pic
ture Of grizzly, murderous human
fiend.
A neighboring clock struck eight
and instantly Grissikin appeared IN
his favorite place and posture upon
the table. leering at Hargon and
his taper foot forward az II
to prod the ogre. Then. picking up
one of the spiders and squinting al
it, he said:
The night is here. We must call
my master to make these beautiful
creatures crawl and one Of them spin
It's deaths web Fithington lies i'll
and his maid will be heart-broke ere
the dawn. Say you sop
Yes" Hargon assented. deep in
his heartless chest.
''Ho, then, master, send life TO our
spiders" cried the imp, in thin.
piping voice, in which now rang sub.
tie impudence toward the demon be-