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Show That Tuesday Night's Storm. Oh, but was not that a majestic storm, on Tuesday night? It was as though Summer had determined to give the world a iareweil re-ception, re-ception, and called in all her triends 'n the upper circle to greet them. The clouds came i and had out all their searchlight lightning, and : the old organist, the thunder, came with peal on peal. The iirst thing was the sunset. The overcast sky broke clear just above the lake as if to give the sun a chance to kindle its splendoi'3 before sinking out of sight. It Hooded the world f with its white light and turned to gold every dome and pinnacle in the city, and under it the far-off snows on the Wasatch peaks "became opalescent robes. Then the night descended, and the thunders in the northwest began to answer an-swer back to the thunders in the south, until the earth shook,, and around Ensign peak it was as was Sinai when the mountain trembled under footsteps of Omnipotence, and the lightnings blazed as they never blazed her betore; the converging storms cime on trom the west, the south and the northwest, all blazing and all roaring like different divisions of fighting men converging to a common point, and that common com-mon point was directly over this city. When they finally mot and clashed, there was a pomp and terror in the mighty display such as was never seen here belore. Summer storms usually come with a furious wind and w.th a more or less vivid electrical display, but this one was a concentration of storms, and they raged like stubborn enemies lor quite two hours beiore at last sullenly retiring, and the rain tell as though the world was dissolving in tears. It was a storm of storms; nothing like it has been seen here by this generation. gen-eration. It was as though all the elements were on dress parade as though it was Fourth of July night In the ether, and all its pyrotechnics were ablaze. |