Waterbury evening Democrat., 1903-03-09

breast and went through the motions of tearing out his heart, holding 1t aFoft in one hand, and then,reaeaaed the victim.
 .'Wal, MT. Chief,' gasped the Amer fcan, T notice that other chap said his prayers first, so suppose you'll allow me to do the same"
 As he indicated by his movements desire to kneel before the idol, the chief grinned his assent, greatly pleased with the victim's apparent readiness to conform gracefully to the requirements of the situation. Jere- miah considered that 1t would be best for him to pray aloud in order to dis tract attention from certain groping motions of his hands among the gar- lands of flowers which encircled the pedestal. The quaver of physical fear In his nasal voice made, it sound pro- foundly pious to heather ears, for whom the effect was not spoiled by any comprehension of the words.
 ''Sholkeoul! You dad-blasted old hypocritel Aint there any chink in your rock underpinning where can tuck this little bit of giant powder I happen to have along? There, you old devil, you'll blow up in about ten minutes. Now for my last trump"
 He had barely time to draw the poles of pocket battery from his sleeves down into his palms when the priests were upon him. He grasped the nearest one cordially by the hand. His yell of pain and surprise was ech-i oed fercely from the audience who evidently longed for more active. part in the proceedings. Jeremiah made a quick dive for the ankle of an-. other priest, who howled and went spinning round like dancing dervish holding the injured member. One after another they loosed their hold, but they still formed a ring about him. and if he broke through this, there was the bloodthirsty mob of villagers to reckon with.
 The chief shouted suggestion which was evidently to the effect that since his flesh burnsd them they must grasp him by his clothing. With cry of triumph they pinned him down so that he could not use his hands and, in spite of his writhing and squirming, they extended him on the sacrifcial stone. A priest stood over him with upraised knife, yet delaying the blow both to enjoy the victims agony and to prolong the impressive tableau for the audience. The bloody arm had al-; ready started on it's descent when.i with a terrific explosion, Sholkeoul rolled from his pedestal and broke into fragments about his throne. The sound reverberated horribly in that confined space, the torches were ex- tinguished and, with piercing cries of terror, the people rushed in panic down the side of the pyramid. The shrieks of the chief and two priests caught under the debris of their god only hastened the flying feet of the multitude.
 The Yankee sat up on the edge of the sacrificial stone, dazed, stunned and deafened by the shock. He felt something warm and put up his hand, to find the blood flowing from scalp wound inflicted by flying bit of the wrecked idol. The night was so dark that he could barely discern the open- ings between the pillars. He stum- bled along to the other end of the temple, found his hat among the ruins of the hnetoscope, and adjusted it to his wounded head with great care and deliberation. Then he lighted a match and examined the grapho- phone; it was uninjured. He replaced it in position, and, lighting another match, opened the box of cylinders. \ ~4oI 4oy pxx-s%1 I, Sweet Home," as the Yankee entered the forest.-Des Moines Register and Leader.