The Kennewick courier. [volume] (Kennewick, Wash.) 1905-1914, 1906-10-19

inclination to dwell on that Journey. II
was very late when We rolled int the
station Of the good town Of Leipsac.
whore We spent the night at convenient
hotel. Yet it was at an early hour that
Graden reused me from . tired sleep to
catch the Posen express. The country
through which We now journeyed was OF
q melancholy simiiitude. and tho broad
plains. though reasonably cultivated. at
fscted mo with mental depression
which tho CHEEKY efforts of my companion
could not conquer. The day was draw
Ing to Its close as we reached Posen and
passed through that fortress city into
Z land of desolation- Gloomy pine woods,
great lakes on which the dying sun threw
patches Of rudy gold. forlorn heaths
and swamps that, as l imagined, could
scarcely be equaled for sheer dismalness
Of aspect, slid by us in a never-ending
chain. Save for the eastern sky, glori-
fed BY the fiery sunset. the heavens were
obscured by ponderous clouds Of muddy
grey that foretell the first snow of win
ter. Darkness had fallen when We
changed carriages at a junction: but il
was close upon midnight before my
cousin. who had been sitting with Con-
tinental Bradshaw on his knees, thrust
his head out Of the window and cried
that tho lights of Lemsdorf were in
sight. Our luggage was piled upon an
antiQuated cab and in ten minutes more
the host Of the 'Goldner Adler a thin,
handsome Pole, was bowling q stately
welcome to his guests. Supper-and then
to bed.
The room assigned to me was an oak
paneled apartment of considerable size,
and the single candle with which I was
provided seemed only to deepen the Turk
ing shadows round the walls. The huge
china stove failed to warm a place 80
thoroughly ventilated by draughts. At
another time the cause of our journey,
combined with the uncanny nature of
these surroundings. might have acted on
my nerves. But I was too weary, too
give opportunity to fanciful terrors. The
bed was small, and in all probability
damp. took off my coat, rolled my
self In a thick travelling rug. heaped the
clothes upon me, and blowing out the
candle l had placed on table at my ell
bow, lay down to sleep.
How long 1 may have slept cannot
say, but l was awakened by q sudden
fash of light that struck like blow
through the darkness. For a score OF
seconds, it may have been, l lay mo-
tionless. The room was in utter dark
ness and silence. Then 1 heard foot
fall, a creaking of a door. l sprang
from my bed, only to trip and fall heavily
over the rug which l had carried with
me. l CROPPED for the table, found it, and
lit the candle, crouching, half expectan'
Of some attack when l should reveal my
self. looked keenly about me-the room
was empty.
But 1 had had a visitor, for tho dool
was still ajar. ran to 1t, shading thu
light with my hand, peered down thu
passage. There was no one visible.
returned to the room, this time locking
the door securely. Perhaps, after oil,
reasoned, there had been no cause FOL
my alarm. Some fellow-guest might have
mistaken his chamber, retiring quickly
on discovering his error. This argument
heartened me, for, to be honest. l wal
shaken not little. l examined the room
carefully. without result. and then, afte1
composing cigarette, slipped back into
bed, leaving the candle burning in thu
center of the room.
Ito be continued.)