The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1896-10-19

I hardly felt prepared to enter that house:
my courage was not wearing. a coat OF
bad business on which we had entered, ana
agreed that we return to kissel's for fur
Their preparation, which we did
Our first fertilization was at the expense
of my guide. Don't be afraid of 1T, Willie
Il mean Stevie," said he.
His voice was getting as thick as his
ideas. / think now, in the calm environ
ment of literature that surrounds me as |
write, that the fellow was more frightened
an instructive perception of the situation
that led me to suggest further fortifcation;
which proposal was arnicably received.
1t was at this juncture that Kissel real
lied the vicinity had a journalist in its
midst, and did his duty: The night wore
on. The legions of the air marshaled their
writing battalions as we stepped out into
the crisp October air.
Had a change come over the house? For
a moment it seemed to. The odic force, or
whatever It Is, se9arated wo the ed,ed Ill
o OF exact Du simi1itude INTO rub soin one
eye. The right-hand image dis
appeared. / rubbed the other eye and the
left-hand image did ikewise but the right
hand house, or eidolon, came again on the
scene.
courage had risen.
"Hark!'
We listened. A succession of quick
| shocks smote the air. But the house re-
manned motionless. This promised to be a
new development. 1t was a false alarm.
Somebody across the way was tapping a
1t was now 1923. Though perturbed. a
trained journalist cannot overlook mi
nutieae. / thought / detected an odor. 1t was
elusive. Sometimes 1T suggested natural
gas. Perhaps the solution was at hand.
Again it had the gruesome scent or the
charnel house. 1t was hair-raising. A
bald-headed man would have been glad to
meet it.
do you smell that smell?" I asked my
companion. He shifted.
"Oh, that he said. ST guess it is that
there cheese sandwich / got across the
way" He took the Thing from his pocket
and / was convinced.
At 1888 L was seized of a violent hunger.
l detailed myself to perform the absorption
of a ham sandwich, with butter and mus
tard. My guide unwrapped the Gaseous
horror. AT this moment a shudder ran
through the building. 1 could see the
pump outside waving it's handle like a
brakeman making UP a through freight. l
felt a strange trembling permeate my
frame. l became weak. NV companion
was similarly affected. Only the cheese re
tanned its full strength. Distinct sounds
were heard, resembling the tones OF a SAL
walton Army drum on a wet night.
1t was at precisely 1:44 that my spiritual
insight, or perceptiveness, if you will,
quickened. l could See the Force. 1t
rolled out from the haunted floor in pale
green. corkscrew-shaped waves. | am
convinced that the house would have been
demolished that night had it not been for
fuence would ascend in its serpentine
spirals, meet the odor OIL the horrible
sandwich and fall back defeated. Far be-
low could be heard the rnutterings of the
ish the happy home of an honest man.
They are talking of boring the earth. l
do not think it necessary. 1t is sufficient to
bore the readers of the Great Daily that
detailed me to hunt out the %eSoteric siSnif-
icance of the manifestations.
STEPHEN CRANE NIT.