The DeLamar nugget. [volume] (DeLamar, Idaho) 1891-1900, 1899-11-24

tolrly 10 ny away from MIN. lie WOulu
walk the circuit of the room, moving
at regular speed, counting as he went.
Then he would quicken his pace until,
at his calculation, he completed ten of
these revolutions minute.
Upon one occasion the professor
called upon him, and Warren shouted:
"rhiefl thief! give me back my
watch!"
The old man retreated hastily, and
now the patient was visited by no one
but the servant, who contented himself
with knocking upon the door and leav-
ing the tray of food outside.
Warren was growing insane. He be-
gan to fear himself, but what he dreaded
most was the loss of time. To Warren
time was deity, alternately worshiped,
entreated and feared.
Summer had passed without any Wis
ible change in his condition. His friends
were hopeful still, and the professor,
although reticent, expressed his belief
in the ultimate success Of the rest cure.
Warren had become Indifferent to
everything but his task. The walls of
his room were defaced with knife cuts;
there remained only an inch of space
upon which to mark his interminable
hieroglyphics. Observing this, he be-
gan to argue with himself where he
might begin anew. He shook his head
sadly.
"Only an inch," he muttered.
Then he sprang up, and, seeing a
knife, began to work industriously.
One, two, three, then up to 60, then
60 again, and so on until the space was
completely covered. lie was in despair.
Suddenly a brilliant idea occurred to
him. He gathered up the rugs, rolled
them together and tossed them out of
the window. Then he began to cut
marks en- the floor. Frequently weary
and bending, his knees callous, his
hands shaking, he would fall asleep,
and wake only to continue his task.
Day and night became alike to him.
Finally the floor was covered. What
was he to do now? As the problem
confronted him the mailman wept tears
Of despair. He sat for some time
crouched beneath n window, then a
slow smile diffused itself over his face.
He tore away his slceSt, and. barring his
arm, rriclied his skin with the point of
the xniIa.s.IIe counted aloud as he did
so, W blood trickled from the
wound. the mailman grew elated;
there v Semain yet another arm,
after fiat the legs, finally the chest.
Ills fingers were clotted with blood |
rs he worked eagerly, tattooirg arms
and legs. In the silence of the room he |
heard n familiar sound. 1t resenbled |
the ticking of a clock. lie paused twice
to listen. Yes, he was not mad; no one
could mistake the steady tick, tick"
A clock! lie sprang to his feet, the |
knife Gathering upon the floor. A
clock! Where was it? He dashed about |
the room. lie 'cold see nothing-the
clock was hidden. Still steadiiy sound |
ed the tick, tick" Always at the same
distance, no nearer, no further.
lie remembered watch thai he bad |
carried when boy; silver gift watch /
given him by his father.
lie felt his pocket. Perhaps it was
there now. No, his pocket was empty. |
lie bent his head over his left shoulder,
listening intently. Then he cried aloud
in delight.
He had found the clock. It was there,
whore his heart had once benin his |
body. on the left side. How loud it
ticsedl He held his coat over it to
muiIle the sound that seemed to pene-
trate the walls. With his nails he dug
into the flesh, striving to tear from it
the precious timepiece.
"Tick, tick"
Heavensl How time was passingl
He struck his chest fiercely. With the
movement he stepped backward. As he
did so his foot struck something. He
looked down and saw the knife. Then
he was calm. "Ticli, tick" went tn"
clock, but the sound troubled him no
longer. In a moment he would see the
white dial, the black hands moving
slowly and that other hand that twirled
away the seconds. Once again he would
be master of time, not its slave.
lie stopped and picked up the knife.
It's edge was ragged where he had
forced it into the walls. He moved the
fingers of his right hand carefully along
his side, until he felt that they rested
directly above the clock.
"Tick, tick"
The point of the knife met the sound
and silenced it.-Chicago Times-Her
aid.