Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1907-07-25

the desire Of finding that loaf. He got
down on his hands and knees and felt
the stone floor inch by inch for half
an hour, as he estimated the time, but
never once did he touch the bread.
"How helpless a man is in the dark,
after all" he muttered to himself. 81
must do this systematically, beginning
at the edge Of the stream"
On all tours he reached the margin
Of the rivulet and felt his way along
the brink till his head struck the op-
posite wall. He turned round, took up
a position that he guessed was three
feet nearer the door and again ira
versed the room, becoming so eager in
the search that he forgot for the mo-
ment b horror of his situation, lust
as when engaged in a chemical expert
ment everything else vanished from
his mind, and thus after several jour
neys back and forth he was again re-
minded Of the existence Of the stone
bench by butting against it when he
knew he vas several feet from the
wall. Rubbing his head, he muttered
some unfavorable phrases regarding
the immovable bench, then crawled
round it twice and resumed his trans
verse excursions. At last he reached
the wall that held the door and now
with b%reathless eagerness rubbed his
shoulder against it till he came to the
opposite corner. He knew he had
touched with knees and hands prac-
tically every square inch of space in
the floor, and yet no bread.
"Now, that's a disaster" cried he,
getting up on his feet and stretching
himself. "Still, a man doesn't starve
In four days. I've cast my bread on
the waters. 1t has evidently gone
down the stream. Now, what's to him
der a man escaping by means Of that
water course? Still, if he did, what
would be the use? He'd float out into
the Baltic sea and if able to swim
round the rock would merely be COM
PEELED to knock at the front door and
beg admission again. No. by Jove!
There's the boat, but they probably
guard it night and day, and a. man in
the water would have no chance
against n in the boat. Perhaps
there's gratings between the cells. OF
course there's bound Ito be. No one
would leave the bed Of a stream clear
for any n to navigate. Prisoners
would visit each other in their cells,
and that's not allowed in any respect
able prison. I wonder if there's any
one next door IN either side Of me.
An iron grid won't keep out the
sound. I'll try" And, going again to
the margin Of the watercourse, he
shouted several times as loudly as he
could, but only a sepulchral echo, as
If from a vault, replied to him.
II imagine the adjoining cells are
empty. No enjoyable companionship
to be expected here. 1 wonder if
they've got the other poor devils I'D
from the steamer yet. I'll sit down on
the bench and listen"
He could have found the bench and
shelf almost Immediately by cropping
round the wall, but he determined to
exercise his sense of direction, to pit
himself against the darkness.
4 need not hurry" he said, 81 may
De Il long Tune mere"
In his mind he had a picture of the
cell, but now that he listened to the
water it seemed to have changed it's
direction, and he found he had to rear
range this mental picture and make a
different set of calculations to fit the
new position. Then he shuf1ed slowly
forward with hands outstretched, but
he came to the wall and not to the
bench. Again he mapped out his route,
again %endeavored and again failed.
FThis is bewildering," he muttered.
"How the darkness battles a man! For
the first time in my life 1 appreciate to
the full the benediction of Gods COM
mand, Let there be light"
He stood perplexed for a few mo-
ments, and, deeply thinking, his hands
automatically performed an operation
as the servants Of habit. They took
from his pocket his cigarette case, Sc
lected a tube of tobacco, placed it be
tween his lips, searched another pock-
ct, brought out a matchbox and struck
a light. The striking of the match
startled Lermontoff as if it had been
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the match above his head, and there at
his feet saw the loaf of black bread.
1t seemed as if somebody had twisted
the room end for end. The door was
where he thought the stream was,
and thus he learned that sound gives
no indication of direction to a man
blindfolded.. The match began to
wane, and feverishly he lit his cigar
cite.
"Why didn't 1 think of the matches,
and, oh, what a pity I failed to fill M
pockets with them that night of the
professors dinner party! To think that
matches are selling at this moment in
Sweden $50 for a halfpenny!"
Guided by the spark at the end of
his cigarette. he sought the bench and
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