The Middleburgh post. [volume] (Middleburgh, Snyder Co., Pa.) 1883-1916, 1902-01-16
and testify against him. He shrinks

anu tAANS W spy ioiioN y
They traverse vast deserts, and lonely
seas, and always there is no hope oi
separation. The man turns in anger
and sei2es the spy, tearing him &c
fragments. Each fragment bccom,
n man.
\ wall closes around them all, The
man and the thousand spies. He
rushes madly at his enemies, and nj
the great hands grasp him. He
strives to give battle, and behold the
walls and floors and ceiling are hun
CRY mouths that would tear him.
He thinks to bury h. secret, and
beneath his feet, crushed as he steps
upon them, lie eyes as the sands OF
the sea.
Only little sleep, he cries, and then
dreams again.
The net is hung upon star. 1t has
a rope as long as hate, as strong as
love.
The net swings, pulled by mighty
forms. Ii rushes through unfathomed
depths, down, down, forever; it is a
million years for every change, and
ry""y change is thick with fear.
There is blackness everywhere, and
hr hears the sunlight go screaming
past him, searching for worlds un-
known.
The great visions have ceased.
4 room lies before the man, dark
within its CENTER Along its edge he
secs woman's form. She bears a
child that cries for food. The mans
eyes fix themselves upon her. He
thinks he goes to meet her. Then he
starts back with a cry. All around the
woman and the child are pits set thick
with points of steel. The child cries in
terror for its lips are red with blood.
1t slips from his mothers hands, for
they are slippery and red. He falls
towards the steel swords, and the
mother gives great cry and would
fain hold her little one. The man
springs to her side. Together they
seize the child, who has become as
lead and who, crying for aid, still
slips towards the cruel pit. The man
cries in agony: "Oh, Mary, wife OF
my heart!' and behold she, too, has
fallen upon the piercing points. The
woman and child cry to him for help,
and he stands cropping wildly, for all
the eyelids from all the eyes he trod
upon have closed upon his own.
He thinks he is torn away from
those he loves, and as he falls through
space their cries follow him like black
sunbeams, and stunt all the flowers OF
his soul.
He comes to strange lands and sud.
denly hangs suspended above the
world.
He dreams that giant power racks
him so that across the entire firma-
Tout he lies stretched in agony. Amid
the mighty sky masses of color who
rule ard govern the realms come to as
50" t;n.
TI' ugh his veins flow currents OF
h'u" his arteries pulsate with torrents
tha. seem drawn from the wells OF
the ". The golden summer noon
and J. are one, and through his skin
;Ac d"ops Of molten sunlight drip.
Then the color changes to green. He
feels the trees springing TO Fife amid
his tortured frame. the lank grasse,
are growing from his eyes; tangle Of
rushes is around his heart, and the
agony of awakening leaves and flow
erS is rising within his blood.
Now blackness creeps upon him.
1t edges its slow way seeking for en-.
trance, and it slips beneath his nails;
il mounts and writhes within him.
Oh the horror of it! The load he
carries within his veins would blot
ont thousand suns. 1t lies soft and
heavy upon his lips, and the angels
who see him turn from this blackened
soul OF night.
lie would cry aloud. but he is soaked
in darkness. if his lips open he would
die, the world is gone, he must lie there
forever whore the black rain buricS
him ever deeper in the bottomless pit
Of night.
Oh listen how the drops fall upon
him. dreadful. desolate. uuendng.
The mans brain is darkened, and
can tell no more.
SPENCER BOYD.
AN EYEWITNESS