The Kinsley graphic. [volume] (Kinsley, Kan.) 1890-1940, 1898-08-26


ask Sonntag for the key.
Wondering why the place should now
be unlocked, I pushed the door open and
entered.
The recollection Of a deep, dark apart
ment underneath, which had been used
as a root cellar during my grandfather's
time, was brought to mind by seeing
that the door leading to the stairway was
partly open. Obeying sudden impulse,
/ entered, and, standing on the landing,
gazed down into the impenetrable
gloom.
Now, there was no reason why I
should go down into that cellar; never
theless strong impulse urged me on.
AS 1 cautiously proceeded thrill
came over me, something like that
which child feels when, impelled by
curiosity qualified by fear, it is about
to venture into some unknown place.
1 would probably have gone to my room
and procured candle had not this fear
some sensation come over me. I laughed
at myself for experiencing it.
Testing every step before trusting
my whole weight upon it, lest the tim
bers rotted by the dampness might
give way and precipitate me headlong
to the depths below, I went slowly
down into the Egyptian darkness. My
hand rested on the rude balustrade all
the way, and when it came to the end
knew was standing on the last step.
am probably no more of a coward
than most men, and had never been
afraid of darkness; but this was the
blacklist night I had ever been i'm
mersed in. Really there was lesser
degree of darkness when closed my
eyes, for then the sensations of the
glowing western sky still fingered.
Standing there on the bottom step, an
unaccountable fear came over me.
Probably it has been perceived from
this history that Impotence regarding
things which seem TO have bearing
on the supernatural is one of my char
acteristics. To feel a sensation of fear
when there is no apparent reason for
it, causes disgust at what I consider
an objectionable weakness.
So then I determined to chastise my
cowardice by keeping on and explor-
ing that dark hole. would not allow
myself to beat an ignominious retreat
simply because sensation of fear in
clined me to such a course.
I took the last step, and my feet
rested on what seemed to be a loose
plank, which gave way few inches
under my weight. From the feeling
of insecurity this brought to me, I
thrust out my foot to feel my way be-
fore proceeding farther.
Before I could take step forward,
however, from somewhere in that tomb
like darkness, in deep, solemn tones,
sounded voice:
Another step means death. Pause
before you take it!''
To say that was simply startled
with fear. My hair bristled up, my
heart began trip-hammer action, and
the blood surged to my head in a fierce
tide.
Back, for your life!" again sounded
the voice, this time in sterner tones.
"Back, for"
But stayed not to hear more. Never
had that stairway been assembled in
greater haste. fairly tumbled up,
using my hands as well as my feet
Pausing not to close the cook-house
door, made a wild rush for my room,
intent on the one only purpose of
escaping from the unknown terror of
that horrible voice. 1 closed my bed
room door after I had entered, and
bolted it. Then I threw myself into
the nearest chair and covered my face
with my hands.
For some time remained so, limp,
powerless and completely unnerved.
The night had fallen when I again
looked up, and my room was sbrouded
in gloom. Darkness was horrible; so,
staggering to my feet, fumbled about
for some matches, and in feverish haste
lit the two lamps and the candle
which were in the room. The window
was open. I closed the shutters and
bolted them. The door leading into the
parlor where my grandfather's body
had reposed in the coffin waiting for
burial, SO many years ago, was also
open, and in my wrought-up imagina-
ton specters of the dead seemed to pass
before it. There was no bolt to this
door and. not feeling satisfied in having
it simply latched. by great effort l
showed a tall chest of drawers against it.
Even thus barricaded there vas no
feeling of safety. There was no know
ing what fearful mystery might come
up through the floor from the walled
| up cellar beneath.
The experience just passed through
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