Deseret evening news. [volume] (Great Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1867-1920, 1897-04-10

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like little cubes and hop over my skin,
burning as they rolled The pain was un-
ondurablc, | drew great gasp OF agony
and was free. They were gone
long vista of grnyncss resolved itself
into strange perspective. was seated
in a fragile iinrikisha, but instead Of the
lusty runner, blue skirtcd and handy legged
between the shafts was fnonstrous horse,
tall to heaven, with stridings that devour-
ed the road. A voice, warning portcnious
sounded IN my ears
BE thuu careful, q careless one, for
thou hast that in charge that is precious"
] looked down, and beside me cruuchcd
u bit Of Il brown baby, naked and unafruld
whose knob Of hair tied In tiny brush
painted hicroglyphics in the nirwith every
leap Of the lurhing vehicle
by some swift intuition l know that
this prancing, gigantic horse was the pride
Of the mikndo's stables and the brown
baby the hope of the empire, and that nc-
cidcnt to either meant n punishment TO 1T
the crime | looked ahead. Tho white
slopes Of Fusiynma, the sacred mountain,
lay before us, up which mono may pass
alive.
ON either side our way ilnpcnctrablc
pines, In Whose dark branches goblins sat
and grimacod horribly on we rushed
Tho great fore feet Of the horse struck the
slope Of the forbidden hill \ sudden shock
ran through all his body. l stood alone
in the road On the side. his blood dycing
the scnnty sod, lay the horse, a deep hole
in his quiycrlng side, while in my arms
the child lay lcadcn, gnsping
Crowds of other people gathered about
us and looked upon me ominously, silently.
XIII this wretchcd creature in mercy"
\ t,,vftn1 fIhpty oil ill
still, while the horse gl2cd at me in moro
than human anguish. Clnsping the child,
hurried away falling, stumbling, crying
aloud for help in vain.
suddenly | stood in u vast room All
about Its sides were ladders Of bamboo
iragile and hung by slender threads In
the corners, overhead and swinging corpse
like, We're bundles, shapcless, unspcakablc
The air was filled with 1t sickcning odor,
| MS NJ mingled decay and strange spices,
| pungcnt and sweet. Slowly the swinging
| bundles took form, and beneath appeared
| the outline of body in ~ din and Devil.
durlng individuality, ludicrous and hOrri-
| bic.
Again a voice crcd---a voice Of authority
not TO be Rninni1-"S Search Again
| know that somewhere in this formless i'm
| ncnsity the little brown baby wns hid,
still alive, and could but find him ere
| too late might save our souls alive from
| / knew not what. Instantly he was no
| longer the heir Of the house of san, hut
! mine. my own, that hnd lived and loved
| and lain ON my breast, and WHOSE life
| would die u million deaths to save, whose
agony would brave the gods to nssunge.
| How l tossed the dreadful bundles
about How tore them open riithlcssly,
only to see siinken eye or gaping mouth
| How chung 10 the spidcrlike ladders and
lcaped across chasmlikc spaces At last.
/ among n heap of squalld rags In corner
| where snakes writhcd and ran, little
foot pcopod out 1t moved. 1t was warm.
| t-c away the clothes ns = dog tears at
the earth that covers his quarry and snatch
cd the child To my heart On his bare
breast capped wide wound its edges al.
ready purple and rcccdlng, and as looked
! saw the fatal flush spread up and up.
! Wnterl Oh, " there were only waterl !
saw dull pool at my feet and, stopping,
dashed the Icy drops upon the wound. In
vain. One chance rcnhinctl--'to call back
the fleeing soul by name in desperate en-
treaty. surely my hahy would listen.
The word died on my lips, for the child
ON my heart changed again MS l would
have spoken, and what knew Of the name
of the milSado's helry Let me think.
must think. Did not some one Of that
cruel crowd that starrd and grlnncd speak
itY / strive; l groun; | cry aloud. The
heavy air sends back my cries hullowly,
and as l choke into silence | soc the lids
Hutter and fall. The hope Of the empire
has gone all too soon u the sacred shades
| OF Fusiynma, and 1, alone, must answer
Alono in the silence and darkness Of u
cell | could put out my hand and feel
that tho wall was made of some rough
woven grass, about which chung penc-
tratlng odor, In this grass | could hear
the movement of millions Of minute in
scots, knew not Of what dctestcd shape
and kind began to pass my hands over
these walls in | know not what barren
hope Of escape Carefully crcpt on and
ON, measuring, comparing. testing. Then
went buck and began again My hands
kept slipping of strangely into space. Tho
cell had no shnpe-simply dimension.
Alasl was no simple onlookcr at some
splendid revcl Of prlincval nnturc. All
that WINS In this stupcndnus scheme was
mo, sentient, suffering soul
The helpless, tortured ego was part OF
the whole. 1t frozo on those cold, piercing
peaks, baked on those plains Of arid sand,
was tossed in that human sea, was blown
on those tcmpcstuous winds. All this
was, all this inflicted all this bore for
a forever.
Then the end came. About me in me,
of me, there was only light, u light that
grew and blazcd and turned white and
grew again till the eyes of both body and
spirit sank in II and We're submerged Out
Of the light In its very glowing heart
showed a point moro intolerably light.
Nearer and nearer It came, In shape now
like live fame, darting forward snake
like. Each instant It threatened TO touch
my staring eyehalls At last one fiery
tongue lcapcd farther. The spell that bound
me seemed loosct. With u mnd cry of ter
ror put up my hands TO brush away thcs,
horrors and found them clnspcd in an
other swarm, soft human. 1t was Polly
possible, provoking Polly.
Whatever is the natter
polly" answered sobcrly, "don'r
Joke. I've been the conscious universe. &"
"Poohr said Polly. at was Just un
conscious persiminon !''-Exchange