Goldsboro weekly argus. [volume] (Goldsboro, N.C.) 1885-1909, 1894-09-06

TOM ADMINISTERED A
his hands c~lasping each other in afren-
zied manner.
Calmly resting, apparently in quiet
repOse lies the friend who SO recently
fell on sleep. The handsome face is
composed, and wears a emile, the
heavy silkeE mustache covers the smil-
ing lips, and the white. blue-veined
lids fall naturally owe the well-known
kindly eyes.
Tom Wrayton looks at him revcr-
emily. Then he takes from his travel
ing ease q battery and appliances, with
several tiny bottles, and placing them
in an evidently prearranged manner
proceeds by the aid of the minute di-
rections given on that memorable
night-which seems SO long ago-to
adjust the apparatus with revercnt
fingers upon the cold clay before him.
Though more than life is at stake,
he is coolly professional, knowing that
weakness now would spoil all.
But the calm face often hides deep
emotion. and the suffering of those
few minutes was to Tom Wrayton an
eternity of anguish.
After all his arrangements are COM
plete,a strange eerie feeling creeps over
him, and he hesitate ties to add hat sin
gle touch, which. though once so skcp-
teal about, he now feels assured will
send the rcvivifying electric current
rushing and pulsing through the form
of his friend.
At length pulling himself up with a
start, he places his finger on the knob
of his battery and 80 completes the
circuit. Counting the seconds he
gazcs on the quiet face before him.
Then he waits a few seconds, and one
more applies the wonderful power.
Quietly, dimly, as the first pale
freaks of dawn flash athwart the
eastern sky. n change comes over the
sleeping countenance before him. II
Is as if some master hand had breathcd
into the sculptured stone and made it
live.
The white shroud Of death gives
place slowly to the tinge of crimson.
ing life. All this time Tom Wrayton
stands with set face, gazing upon hi,
friend.
Does one thought Of what might be,
but for this, intrude itself upon him?
Does one single wish to leave Iii:
work incomplete occur to him?
No, no, from that manly, honest
, heart rises nothing but thankful praise
to the Omnipotent for SO mucn sue
cess.
! But see. Slowly, very slowly, the
lips of erstwhile dead unclose, and 6
YEA sigh issues therefron.
No time must be lost now, and with
out a moments delay Tom Wrayto1
administers a cordial from one Of tn,
bottles with which he has provided
himself.
Then the b~lue-veined cyelids twitcl
and t~iutter, there is a short, gasping
fight for breath, and for the first TIM
a ~traveler has returned from "beytuc
the gates of death" Electricity ha.
achieved one more triumph-science i
once more victorious, and James Bel
yon ives again.
Tom There is triumph and thank
fulness as well in the voice tina
speaks, after SO long a silence.
Tears stand in Tom Wrayton's eyes
as ne replies: Jimmy, we have con
quered
THANK God!' replies the other
leaning on his friend, ''for this swee
hour. Tom, l wish | could tell you al
the solemn mystery-but cannot-
do not regret it, it was worth the loss.
Then silence fell upon the friends
and nothing but the wild tumult O
the storm outside disturbed the quie
of the tomb. Then Tom spoke: flames
the world will not believe this"
"When did the world ever believ
anything out of the ordinary course G
events? No, it will not. / shall g
back into the world under anothe
name. The strange secret of m
double existence will be buried be
tween us; and"
And Gwendolen? She is still faitf
full"