Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1915-07-22

painfully weak and acalded with the
fever, but sane, / could see the stars
spangling my scrap OF sky.
My adventure had occurred in the
morning, but whether hours or days
had played out their scores l did not
know. l drank and slept again.
next woke to the glare of forenoon.
The clouds in my brain had been
swept away, and the hand I lifted
fell weakly back on forehead which
was cool and moist. Tho battling life
spark had triumphed over the native
poison.
But when tried to drag myself to
the mouth of my grotto my weak head
began rambling again, so that real
and unreal things wandered strange
ly together. Ny side was lacerated
by the pistol which had been at my
belt as l tossed in the fever.
A twist in the fissure brought me to
the point where I, still concealed in
the dark shadow, could see the primi-
tive terrace Of my plateau, and there
were such things as brought back up
on me an avalanche of terror, rage,
and violence.
The lady still smiled from her post
of honor with her gracious and fear
less eyes. The curved Damascus dag
gers still held the ename led sheet in
place, but beyond her saw death.
Against a background Of intense
sea and sky under the glare of fierce
| ly brilliant sun stood grouped hui
| man ensemble of indescribable color
and savagery. Upon scores of black
and sweating torsos, upon gorgeous
| ly dyed featherwork and shell orna-
ments, the light fell in riot or color
gone mad. They stood massed and ST.
lent, their spears and bows and clubs
for the moment idle. Their faces, mu-
tilated with spiked ear and nose orna-
ments and dyed teeth, were unspeaka-
bly, hideous. Every eye was just now
intent on the portrait of my lady.
At the front stood the three men
whom / supposed to be the priests at
the amphitheater, and with them was
a man very aged and white-haired, but
erect and gorgeously appareled.
Slowly one of the priests approach
ed the portrait and put out hand to
touch the face.
A tidal wave OF unspeaxable fury
caught me up and swept me back into
the realm of insanity. 1 was trans
ported in an instant to the nightmares
of my delirium. saw instead of a
lifeless picture the slender, breathing
figure of the woman j worshipped con-
taminated by this profane touch.
l attempted to rush out and die like
some Mad Mullah deyotee in fanatt-
cal battle, but my strength was not
equal to my impulse.
stumbled to my knees, and my
right hand fell upon the hilt Of my
pistol. l whipped it out and fired.
In my agued hand it should have
heen harmless enough, but the range
was short, and l had once been q
marksman. l saw the man crumple
forward with short, strangled groan.
saw those at the back crowding
each other over the cliff in the panic
of their disordeicd flight. I heard
endless thunders as the pistol report
sent it's echoes beating and rebound
ing against the confined walls of the
assure.
blue and slender lines of spiraling
smoke went drifting out into the air.
caught a glimpse Of two bolder spir.
it's stopping to drag away their dead.
Then / collapsed, and lay for hours
where had fallen.
Once more I awoke with moist
forehead and hunger which gnawed
at the pit of my stomach. Only the
gods know how long had been with
out food. The air famed me with q
soft, reviving breath OF night. The
moon, riding up the east, made an ir
regsiar diagram of silvered hight
across the Ledge and fell with q re
assuring touch of worried white on the
newspaper sheet and the portrait.
I was too famlshed and spent to
stand, but made the journey down t.
the beach on hand and knees, and
when I had eaten nay All of unsavory
crabs / lay for time in the grateful
coolness of the vet sand and drew
new strength from its healing.
My sickness was ended. The Pit
liable weakness that made the down
ward journey a torture was the heri
tsse of hunger. had needed no med
icine but food. and now I found my
self able to walk back upright.
even halted before the picture 70
word, and. sitting on my plateau
watched the stars. God knows why i
should have been so. but my moot
was almost cheerful. Tomorrow
might bring every sort OF horror; ant
yet for It's chances now felt no fear
Ny hope as well as my body was con
valescent. That night / slept sweet
ly and dreamed once again of the IA
miliar door beyond which lay luxur.
and security.
IL.