Show A story from alabama this thrilling story cornea comes from alabama in the year I 1 about the latter part of march harch 1 I with some of my friends who were on a visit to me went out to anold an old edifice about yards from the tb lou bouso be one evening to enjoy ourselves over a game of seven up when men we left the house not one ot of us had the least idea that the raya rays of th the e sun would be followed by the blade black wings of destruction I 1 remember well we had ben been playing about two or three hours I 1 bad the ace deuce queen and jack of trumps my ITY opponent had just thrown down the ten spot of clubs and I 1 was just in the act of taking it with my jack when I 1 was arrested by a loud lumbering noise that bounded sounded like the roaring of a train but a hundred time times louder I 1 jumped to my feet and ran to the door what I 1 saw as I 1 put my head bead through the opening will remain with me to my dying day the space above me was as dark as pitch except when the flash of ligh lightning tung 1 made a little light and by one of these flashes I 1 could eee see old timbers shingles tree topa tops and everything imaginable flying about in every direction I 1 sprang to the middle of the room clasped my friend to my breast and find cried we are bostl oh ob god save busill the words had scarcely left my lips when oh horror sl st I 1 saw the top of the old barn torn from its bed and hurled to destruction st folded in the arms of the mighty destroyer the old logs were being scattered around me I 1 felt the floor moving under my feet everything turned dark and I 1 knew no more till I 1 opened my eyes and found the kindly face of the doctor bending over me I 1 had been hurled over a mile from the old barn and how I 1 got there without be boing killed the reader can best imagine three teeth knocked out my left arm and two ribs broken were all the injuries I 1 received on inquiring afterward I 1 found out that my friends never received a scratch when the top of theold the old barn was torn off they ran out into the yard and lay flaton flat on the ground hugging the roots of a large stump it has been ten years since that terrible night and I 1 never see a cloud rising but I 1 can almost feel myself hurled through the air Atlanta constitution |