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The Harvest and the Crops.…

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Mackerel Fishing.1



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THE MURDERER'S DRElM. He seemed to see both ends of the bell.t once-fa bell hanging silently by his bed, and th bell-hands hanging silently by that other bed, wherdt seemed 10 I him the shrouded form still lay. And irhis dream a cold, strange fear crept over him: supose the o4 man should want him once more appose the bell should ring ? He dreamed that he ose up and got himself a light, and determined togo down to Anthony's room, but that he could not fid the door; wherever he stepped the floor seemed t have great openings—deep, jawning gaps—down wbh he dared not look. Then he thought he let his caille fall, and as he went down on his knees to search fe it tJ..úl'lJei¡ lang: The Etrength seemed to pass from is limug aa he listened, and his hands, as they groed for his candle, touched all sorts of strange thing that came up from the gaps in the floor. Now they semed 10 be feeling along the cold empty shelves c the safe again, where other cold clammy haids seized and shook them, and mocking laughtef miigled with the ringing of the bell. Now and then he nearly got hold of his candle, blih vrves- that seemed half of black water and half of fire, rose up under it and bore it away. Scenes tiiat he had passed through seemed to be going on siiU dovro those gaps in the floor, that opened upon him So sud- denly that several times he nearly fell into tlem. one he saw Anthony kneeling at his uncle's hed; another, Esau, waving the old smock frock. Then he saw himself in his uncle's room with the officers, and seemed to be watching his own face with breathless, sickening interest. Even while the bell rang, ItÍé. his hair streamed with perspiration, ho vatcied iu9 picture. Rocking on the waves, he saw the officers walk from the alderman's room satisfied, andwait at the door for him. Then he saw himself trying to follow them, and he writhed with anguish to aee his foot had become glued to the floor by some blood that he had trodden in. He saw the men outside tie door, waiting and wondering; he heard Anthony calling him; then the lawyer, and the pompous doctor, and Sleuth, looking down in the gap, shrieked to histhadow to try and move; but in vain it wrenched and Yrithed; —the foot was glued immovably. All thehou3e- lio'd came pouring in at the door; the shrouded figure on the bed sat up, and pointed him nut to them; then the whole pictur e fell into the waVfe, and Sleuth dreamt he was still in the dark, groping about for his candle, with the bell ringing over his head. It rang more loudly than ever, the darkness grew blacker, and all the floor seemed breaking asfay, and letting the room fill with strange, hideous things. Sleuth dreamed that he went back to the bed and leaped upon it, and flung himself down to stop hi3 e&rs with the pillows. The pillows! Where were they ? Gone, and there was a gap-not such a gap as Sleuth had made in the alderman's pillows-but deep, interminable; aild down it, with headlong haste, Sleuth fell, and fell. He caught at strange things that he passed in the darkness; at birds, bllt they tore his hands with their beaks; at trees, but theif branches broke like tinder; at slimy walls, touch only seemed to increase his fearful speed- Sometimes faces he knew passed hira going up. I as he went down. Phillis passed, wan an3! shadowy-looking, all her youth and freeh "beauty but rising slowly, with clasped hands ,§v^sgazin| straight upward. She looked at Sleuth as she passed him, and let fall a tear on his face. It seemed to drop upon him like a stone, and drive him down faster-^ faster. Then the alderman's daughter passed not as he had heard her—a wretched, remorseful woman, but as the alderman had loved to talk of het, a little golden-haired child. But now she seemed to Sleuth to have bright wings, which, together with, her hair, made a light that scorched his eyes. She w not looking up, like Phillis, but down, and flying slowly, and singing and beckoning with her arm.s to something beneath her. This something Sleuth soo11 passed. It was Silas Maude, with his white head throw^ back, and his arms outstretched, struggling upward towards his little daughter. Sleuth would fain hav looked back to see if he reached her; but drops of blooc from his uncle's wound dropped on him with such a fear- ful weight, that he was borne down, faster—faster. Th lower he fell the more horrible became the things h £ met. At last he thought he saw, at the bottom of a black sea, on which one hideous white bird swam by itself. Long before he came to the bottom he sa,? this bird spread its wings and fly up towards hi*0. As it came nearer it grew larger and flatter, till at la'"i it looked more like a coat than a bird; but be only ust had time to see this when it seized upon hiJJ1. and wrapt itself round his head and face tighter an/* tighter, till his breath stepped. His hands tote at madly, but in vain: it tightened round him like livizg sinews; it dragged him down and down, till he heard th « black waves roar, and leap up to catch him, and then—" Sleuth woke. The sun was shining in at the t^ round windows. The sunshine streamed upon tS bed where Sleuth sat whiter than the linen shea that, in his dream, he had rent from top to botto trembling so that the old fringes of the bed shoók, aA the sweat poured from his face and hair. He fl1111 himself from the bed, dragged himself to one of the windows, and tried to kneel and put up his hands ilJ prayer bat the sunshine and fresh breeze were to much for him—he fainted away.— "Bound to Wheel," in Cassell's Illustrated Family Paper. —

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