The Connecticut labor news., 1921-10-28

[ Sdnk OnCOfSCIOuS OpOT1 IiC SIOUnO little doorway 1 had been naked. Be fore me was a small patch of moonlit sky which showed through a ragged aperture.
 AS my hands passed over my body they came in contact with pockets and in one of these a small parcel of matches wrapped in oiled paper. One of these matches 1 struck, and it's dim flame lighted up what appeared to be a huge cave, toward the back of which I discovered. a strange, still figure huddled over a tiny bench. AS I ap- preached it I saw that it was the dead and mummified remains of a little old woman with long black hair, and the thing it leaned over was a small char coal burner upon which rested a round copper vessel containing a small quantity of greenish powder.
 Behind her, depending from the roof upon rawhide thongs, and stretching entirely across the cave, was a row of human skeletons. From the thong which held them stretched another to the dead hand of the little old woman :; dS lOuCIcu llIc (OIu lIlS ShCIClONc swung to the motion with noise as of the rustling of dry leaves.
 It was a most grOteSque and horrid tableau and I hastened out into the fresh air; glad to escape from so grue- some a place.
 The sight that met my eyes as I stepped out upon a small ledge which hQfOYo thn 0f fhn filled me with cOnsternation.
 A new heaven and a new landscape met my gaze. The silvered mountains in the distance, the almost stationary moon hanging in the sky, the cacti- studded valley below me were not of Mars. I could scarce believe my eyes, but the truth slowly forced itself upon me-I was looking upon Arizona from the same ledge from which ten years before I had gazed with longing upon Mars.
 Burying my head in my arms turned, broken, and sorrowful, down the trail from the cave.
 Above me shone the red eye of Mars holding her awful secret, forty tight million miles away.
 Did the Martian reach the pump room? Did the vitalizing air reach the people of that distant planet in time to save them? Was my Dejah Thoris alive or did her beautiful body lie cold in death beside the tiny golden incubator in the sunken garden of the inner courtyard of the palace of Tar dos Mors, the jeddak of Helium?
 For ten years I have waited and prayed for an answer to my questions. For ten years I have waited and prayed to be taken back to the world of my lost love. l would rather lie dead beside her there than live on earth all those millions of terrible miles from her.
 The old mine, which I found un- touched, has made me fabulously wealthy; but what care I for wealth
 As I sit here tonight in my little study overlooking the Hudson, just twenty years have elapsed since l first opened my eyes upon Mars.
 can see her shining in the sky through the little window by my desk, and tonight she seems calling to me again as she has not called before since that long dead night, and l think I can see, across that awful abyss of space, beautiful black-haired woman standing in the garden of palace, and at her side is little boy who puts his arm around her as she points into the sky toward the planet Earth, while at their feet is a huge and hideous crea- , ture with a heart of gold I believe that they are waiting for me, and something tells ms, that I shall soon know.
 THE END
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