The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1905-02-26

and heavy autumnal shadow--all these
send clouds OF gloomy thought 70 one
mind and inspire the heart win scorer
dread of life in which nothing Is fixed, n
which all things are eternally changing
Birth. decay and death, Why; To what
end?
Sometimes man lacks the courage 70
graphic with the gloom oil the Thoughts
which possc~5 him in late fall. And all those
who would live through th5 bitter period
the more quickly had better anticipate
It, arrival This ~ the only way IN which
We can leave the chaos OF gloom ana I'M
certainty behind H. ana emerge upon tle
firm ground OF self-conhdencc.
But this path i not an easY one u
runs through thorn@ which rear one hed r''
ynd upon It one Is always sure 70 encounter
the Devil-and that the very same 'he
most notorious OF ali tie deVus' WIN ""oi'
the 81 Eat Goethe has acquainted Us
Abolt thi5 leVlI am 20 speaN
The Devil was afflicted WIN ennnl. ne
is much TOO wise always To ldugn. ne KNOWS
there are phenomena IN NE which ne NM
sell cannot rdicnie' ior instance. ne mas
never brought the sharp point OF ms irony
TO bear upon the great TACT oil ms own
existence
In Tuth tins admired Devli oi ours -
by TAR more d'idaciotH than wise. ana were
We 10 waich Nun Closely we "P"'u Pern"i'
discover mat he, IKE "ul0eNes' ~ ehdS
much Of his time over trltleS. But let us
not pursue this Investigation We are not
children ana must not oIa'N 'he ch"'''N'
Of orr tov> To expose what may he con-
osiled within
Once. in the darkness of an autumn night
the Devil was trampng among the graves
ot cemetery. lie felt himself depressed
and kept NJ low whiStllng white ne was
searchng for some diversion.
The wind. bowling as it rushed 10y tho
black crosses upon the graves, waS Ginning
In Moving slowly over the sky we're
heayy autumn clouds, which moistened
win cold tears the crowded dwellings,
of the dead. The pitful trees Of the
cemetery we're timdly creaking under the
onset of the wird and extending their bare
branches toward the speechless sky, The
branches would catch in the crosses, and
then fearful rustic. n terribly sad sound,
would he heard through the cemetery
The Devil was whistling and rejecting.
Il wonder how the dead feel in such
wcnther as this Very likely the damp
ness reaches them, too. and though from
tho time Of their death they are forever
immune 20 rheumatism, still it must be
UNPLEASANT
Shall call up one OF them and have a
chat with him? 1t would furnish me some
reorea'ion-- land him, too, perhaps les,
1e bsh~
Here somewhere was placed once an
acquaintance OF mine, man OF letters.
used TO visit him alive. why not renew
our intercourse; People OF his profession
are all extremely ambitious. Let me see
II the grave fully satisfies them. But
whore is the grave;-
And the Devil himself. for whom. "a is
well known, the world has no mysteries.
had 10 wander long about the cemetery
before he could find the grave of the literary
man
Hey. there he cried. knocking with
his hoofs on the massive stone with which
his acquaintance was pressed down. Get
up
What for?" came family from under
ground
'It's necessary.
q won't get up
'Why?'
And who are YOU
You know me"
'The censor"
Ia ha ma No
Perhaps a gendarme;'
no. no."
And not critic?'
I'm the Devil
on am coming immediately.
The stone rsoved from the grave. the
ground opened, and out came a skeleton.
II vas a most ordinary skeleton-much
like those from which students study the
enstony OF bones only 1t was dirty. had no
wiring and IN its vacant sockets instead
of eyes. shone blue phosphorescent hight
The skeleton crawled out upon the ground.
shook his bones TO cast of the dirt that chung
TO them; the bones clattered. and the skele-
ton, raising his skull, looked up with his
blue, cold eyes to survey the dark. cloudy
heavens.
How do you dor asked the Devil.
Can't do the author CURLY replied
He spoke in low voice which had a very
strange sound a. II two bones rubbing
against each other. we're cracking almost
inaudibly
Excuse my intrusion, the Devil said
politely.
That's nothing However Why did you