Professional Documents
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1927
WEIRD
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Vol.
IX,
No.
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Ray Cummings Charlton L. Edholm <—^Wilford Allen
Eli Colter •-'Victor Rousseau Henry S. Whitehead
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ward across the sky, and against enchantment with its vague threat
these light spots, outlining them ab- passed away at the thrill of that dear
ruptly, were massively upreared voice. As the tones died away on a
structures of ebony-black shadow. lingering high note, she turned her
The garden she thought she knew so face upon her sister and opened her
well was like an unknown, entirely eyes. Margaret was apparently all
new country and one that, oddly alone in the still night and the lonely
enough, seemed to hold a dark threat garden. The chess players had re-
in those ominous shadows that crept sumed their game the lame girl could
;
upon and engulfed the moonlit spots hear their occasional low murmurs.
that relieved its blackness.
“Where can Ned be?” she ques-
A slow shudder crept over the
tioned as she gazed.
slight figure of the lame girl, who
leaned back instinctively against the Ned Wentworth had been standing
curtain and toward the soft and in the black shadow of a great walnut
homely light of the tall lamp beneath tree,watching the throbbing of Mar-
which sat her father and his old garet’s full throat as her rich notes
friend at their game of chess. Still poured out their benediction upon the
her gaze was held by the garden in still night air. His heart expanded
its new aspect. so painfully that it seemed it must
Out of the black shadows a figure burst; her beauty actually hurt him.
advanced into a moonlit space, and He looked hungrily at the great coils
like some goddess of the night lifted of heavy auburn hair, gleaming with
slim arms to her sister queen floating gold under the magical light of the
in her cloud chariot overhead.. Out autumn moon; he saw as if for the
upon the hush of the night floated the first time the healthy pallor of her
rich notes Clare so adored. “Ah,” clear skin thrown into relief as she
she murmured with a kind of relief lifted her face upward in her invoca-
in her voice, “Margaret is going to tion to the Queen of Night he fol- ;
the favorite lyi’ic in Ned’s last mii- clenched his fists with his effort to
sical comedy, then crowding one of —
control himself he felt that he could
New York’s best theaters night after no longer refrain from telling her how
night, incidentally filling Ned’s pock- madly he loved her.
ets with gold. Clare closed her eyes He stepped impulsively toward her
that the velvet tones might have their as the last gorgeous notes quivered
full effect upon her entranced senses. upon the cool silence and died softly
At the other end of the room, the away. She paused, hands still out-
chess players stopped their game to stretehed as she had stood while sing-
listen, the chess board carefully bal- ing, lo.st in the maze of emotion that
anced across their old Icnees. Father had suddenly swept over her at Ned’s
Rooney characteristically lifted his impulsive movement. Rich scarlet
kindly ej^es heavenward, although his began to mount in her cheeks until
physical gaze was limited by the low they blazed hotly under the tranquil
ceiling; the old doctor’s eyes went light of the cold Lady of Night. Into
straight to the great portrait that the broad sweep of moonlight beside
hung over the divan, the portrait of her stepped her lover, his gray eyes
his dead wife. almost black with the intensity of his
For Clare the evil spell lying upon feeling he did not speak, nor did she.
;
the garden was broken. The strange It appeared to them that they had
728 WEIRD TALES
both been waiting for this very mo- across the room and disposed it on the
ment all their lives. broad divan. Sitting beside her, the
JMargaret was quite motionless, her priest began to stroke Clare’s hands
. .head verj' high, dark eyes on his softly, while her father held a bottle
face steadily, gravely, as if the of salts under her nose.
wonder and richness of her emotion The lame girl stirred feebly. Then
were too great to be carried off lightly. suddenly she broke out into hysterical
Ned took another step forward, a sobbing, so heart-racking and so piti-
movement that brought her still out- ful that tears rose to the eyes of the
stretched arms to his shoulders, upon old priest who had seen so much,
which her light palms dropped ten- heard so much, of human suffering,
derly. that one felt he must have grown
“Margie! Then it is true? You hardened by it. Now, however, he sat
loveme ? ” stroking a limp, cold hand, and hot
He swept her into his embrace her ; tears slowly formed in his eyes and
arms met about his neck and he felt dropped upon it.
her hands caressing his hair. Sudden
He loved Clare as though she had
self-consciousness fell upon them
been his own child. Hers w'as a rare
and they drew back into the shade soul that knew and appreciated the
of the walnut lest they be observed
lofty truths in his church just as she
from the house. recognized and loved the same un-
changeable truths that formed the
foundation of the faith of her fathers.
tone, as he met his friend’s gaze. spirit at that — Clare put out
moment
“Didn’t you feel it, yourself?” her hand Ned. to
The expression of the priest’s face “You and Margie—love each other?
was troubled. “A very unpleasant How beautiful Forgive me if I cry.
!
someone, if you care for my opinion,” I’m just glad you’re both so happy.”
‘
he declared dryly. I presume it was
‘
She turned her face against the pil-
the effect on us of our poor little low and began to cry softly. So dif-
Clare’s hysterics,” he offered, but ferent was it from her previous hys-
without conclusiveness. terical weeping that the priest drew a
Clare had become quiet and lay small, half-smothered sigh of relief.
very still. At last her dark eyes He rose, touching with kindly bene-
opened heavily and she searched the diction the soft hair.
solicitous faces of thetwo men con- “Good night, Clare. Good night,
tritely. “Sorry I made such a fuss,” all. I must be on my way.”
she murmured. “It wasn’t- like me, ‘
‘
But you haven ’t congratulated us
—
was it? I I don’t know what hap-
— yet,” interrupted Margaret, spring-
pened to me. It ^it wasn’t like a ing to her feet and turning a beam-
heart attack. It was as if something ing face upon him.
from outside had robbed me of all my “May heaven send you its richest
strength, in an unguarded moment.” blessings, my daughter,” lie told her
She paused, her lips parted as if to gravely. “And you, too, Mr. Went-
say more, then closed firmly. worth.” His hand went out to Ned
Father Rooney’s brow wrinkled in a hearty handshake.
ever so slightly; a half-puzzled ex- Dr. Sloane had sunk into a near-by
pression, that had rested on his face armchair, reminded painfully of his
a moment past,, returned. He looked sciatica by twinges that doubled him
gravely at the delicate beauty of the up after his recent exertions. He
face on the divan cushion. Her last waved one hand at the departing
—
words and her silence had dis- — cleric.
turbed him far more than he cared “I really need a hankie,” apolo-
to admit to himself for some strange
;
gized Clare comically from the depths
reason tliey seemed ominous. It was of her cushion. Ned whipped out one
with an effort that he threw off his and tried to dry her eyes in big-
depression to meet the two radiant brotherly fashion. “I can do it bet-
faces that now looked in at the door. ter,” she said.
“Father, Ned and I What’s Ned suddenly threw a quick glance
the matter? Is anytliing the matter at the door. Did someone come
‘
‘
did it seem to you that there was tired. This glorious night has thrown
something strange, something almost a spell over you and it has been too
awful, about the beauty of the garden much for your tired little head.”
tonight? I was really afraid of it, “Margie!” Clare drew herself up,
and I have never felt that way be- to a sitting posture. “Do you re-
fore. But tonight it actually seemed member Clifford Bentley?” There
that there was a presence abroad, a was so much significance in her tone
presence that boded no good to some- that the older girl gave her an
one.” amazed look as she replied affirma-
Margaret, her smooth forehead tively.
wrinkled, whirled about suddenly to “Margie, Clifford Bentley was in
faee her sister. the garden tonight, spying on you
“That’s odd,” she commented and Ned.”
bruskly. “ Ned complained of the very For a moment Margaret regarded
same feeling. He declared that he her sister with a kind of terror then ;
felt jealous, envious eyes upon him.” she broke into a soft laugh.
Clare tumbled over into bed and “Oh, come now, Clare, that is too
turned her face from her sister. She much to ask me to believe. Clifford
slipped something under her pillow Bentley has been dead many years,
as she did so —
it was Ned’s handker- quite too dead, poor boy, to come
chief. In a smothered voice she said. wandering about our garden.”
“Margie! Tliaf was not a heart at- “But he was there,” persisted
tack I had this evening.” Clare stubbornly. “I tell you, Mar-
“ Clare dear*, you are dreaming. If gie, I felt him there. Please don’t
A SUITOR PROM THE SHADES 731
laugh. I am quite serious. Oh, why under a too-siidden l\ini of the skele-
can’t you undei-stand? Don’t you ton craft, and botli children had been
remember his last words to you ? ’ ’
thrown into the icy water by the
Margaret’s face paled under the shock. It was Clifford who first came
warm color and she stared wide-eyed to the surface; it was he wlio dived
at her sister. and groped under the ice for ]Mar-
'
‘
I remember — I was to remain garet, Avho brought lier unconscious
to the surface.
true to him until death joined us and
if —
did not but Clare! How ab-
1
;
unsuccessful rival whose bitter envy angry because he had given the un-
he had felt. But who? known the satisfaction of seeing him
look behind the screen. When he re-
He remembered distinctly that in
turned to his place before the hearth,
the moment Margaret had finished
he deliberately turned his chair so
her song, turning to him with all her that the screen was behind him.
soul in her eyes, he had felt as though
He refilled his pipe and touched a
someone stood between them, some-
match to it nonchalantly. Stealing in-
one about whose person he must sidiously into his mind came thoughts
pass to reach her. Who could this
of the girl who sang his Ode to the
individual be who was interested in
Queen of Night at the performances
separating two young people so emi-
in the Bedford Theater. She was
nently suited to each other? Ned slight and graceful, lacking Mar-
simply could not understand the sit-
garet’s robust, fearless poise; dainty
uation, yet felt that it was a tangible
and petite, while Margaret was almost
situation. The fact that this un- too heavy to be graceful; she was
known person was strong enough to charmingly pretty and knew just
make his unseen presence strongly how to make herself fascinating,
felt was sufficient to give thought to
while Margaret made not the slight-
the young lover. But an invisible
est pretext at using beauty aids,
rival could not long occupy Ned’s such as rouge, which with her dead-
thoughts to the exclusion of pleas-
white skin would be so attractive.
anter things. He mused and smoked
Beatrice Randall knew how to charm
while the hours fled.
and fascinate a man, Ned reflected
The clock struck one. Simultane- with a slow smile; Margaret, itnfor-
ously, Ned Wentworth sprang, as if tunately, was entirely without that
catapulted, out of his chair, and subtle mystery, that feminine art and
whirled around to face the door, in guile, that attracts the male so posi-
full expectancy of seeing a stranger tively. Beatrice would go any length
there. The doorway was vacant; it to enchant an admirer; Margaret
framed nothing but empty air.. The would have considered such efforts
young man’s eye roved Ihe apartment beneath her. On the whole, thought
with keen scrutiny. There was noth- Ned, when Margaret sang his Ode she
ing more suspicious than a tall screen appeared a proud and unapproach-
that served to hide his writing desk able goddess; when Beatrice sang it,
from the rest of the room. Upon this she was a most approachable, en-
screen Ned’s glance final].y rested ticing, and desirable woman.
with curious intentness. Then he Instinctively Wentworth glanced
shook himself impatiently and again up at the mantel shelf where a
sat down before the hearth. The im- framed portrait of Margaret stood.
pression of a strange presence was so As he looked, his brow contracted; a
strong, however, that he was induced puzzled, almost startled expression
A SUITOR FROM THE SHADES 733
flitted over his face. He put down after the child. How
appealingly
his pipe. Incredulous, indignant, re- feminine she was when she sang his
morseful, he reached for the photo- Ode in that entrancing “little girl”
graph and carried it to his lips. way of hers; no wonder it always
“Three hours engaged,” he said, brought down the house. Now Mar-
and whistled. “Three hours engaged garet had a way of surrounding her-
—and beginning to criticize Mar- self with such an atmosphere of in-
garet! Comparing her with another dependence, of proud confidence in
woman who isn’t fit to tie her shoes. herself, that a man almost felt he
What on earth has got into me?” would be entirely superfluous in her
Then he remembered the entrance life. Now that she was engaged to
of that sinister presence a few min- be married, it w'ould not be such a
utes ago. Furious indignation swept bad idea for her to cultivate a little
over him as he began to realize what more of the womanly attitude of
had taken place; the thing was intol- helpless dependence that was so
erable. A
gust of futile anger shook pretty in Beatrice.
him. . . . Someone with a deep in- Ned had been pacing back and
terestin Margaret Sloane was at- forth. He stopped and stood stock-
tempting telepathically to turn his still; the sickening realization swept
mind from her, and toward some over him that once more the un-
other woman. He put Margaret’s known rival had entered into his
portrait on the table beside him and secret thoughts and swung them away
clenched his fists as he faced about from Margaret. It was too much!
toward the empty room. He caught up a hat and stick, and
Aloud he exclaimed: “Whoever went out of the house to walk about
you are that is trying to separate under the stars; perhaps the pres-
Margaret and me, you can not pre- ence would tire of following him
vail. We love each other You may as!
about in the open. It may have been
well be off, my invisible rival, for I SO; it may also have been that the
am on my guard now.” He laughed untoown had done all he eared to do
grimly but shamefacedly at his spo- for one night. After a brisk hour’s
ken words.. They seemed absurd, ad- walk, Ned found his mind cleared of
dressed to thin air, but he had the its cobwebs, and he went home, to
thought otherwise, even for a pass- given that damsel before, or ever
ing moment? To be sure, she was would again, he told himself.
a bit over-independent, and a man Ostensibly to inquire about Clare,
enjoys the clinging-vine type of but in reality to assure himself of his
woman for a sweetheart. Beatrice happiness, he telephoned Margaret
Randall was just such a helpless little early.
thing with all her guile and her fem-
; “Clare’s all right. But she’s wor-
inine arts, a man felt he must look rying herself sick over an utterly ri-
T34 WEIRD TALES
diculous fancy, an absurd thing she abounding good health combined to
declares took place last night.” restrain her thoughts from wild sur-
“What was tharv Ned’s voice mises; she merely wondered if some
was vaguely troubled. contagion of diseased thought had
fastened upon the others of her im-
“Some kind of ghostly visitor who
mediate circle, leaving her untouched.
she insists visited us last night. Dad
This seemed far more probable to
is encouraging her; yes, he is. He
her, than that the veil separating the
declares that he and Father Rooney
felt the presence of an outsider in
visible and invisible worlds coixld
have been lifted to permit the en-
the room last night when Clare had
trance into her life of a long-dead
that fainting spell. For my own
boy sweetheart.
part, I felt nothing. I consider the
whole subject too utterly absurd for She did not have to wait until eve-
disciission.
’ ’
ning to see the old priest. About 3
“Not as ridiculous as it may seem o’clock she saw him entering the
at first glance, dear,” Ned replied garden. He stopped to speak with
hesitantly, a sudden flood of memory Clare, who was basking in the sun-
rushing upon him, carrying convic- shine.
tion with it. “I had a rather strange “Cobwebs brushed axvay?” he
experience last night, myself.” Even asked the lame girl, pointedly. ,
as he said it, he hoped Margaret She colored but met his eyes brave-
would not insist upon details; how ly. “Oh, yes. Father.”
would it sound in her ears that he He looked keenly at her slightly
had spent hours thinking about some clouded face. “Perhaps there is
other woman when he had just en- something I can do for you, my
gaged himself to her? child?”
“Wliat happened, Ned?” “I’m afraid you would be the last
“Really, the thing was so intang- one to help me,” she laughed rue-
ible that it would be extremely diffi- fully. “I want to find out the name
cult to put it into words,” hedged and adtlress of a good psychic. 1
Wentworth desperately. “Perhaps must talk with someone who under-
when I see you I can explain better —
stands supernatural things. There
than I can over the telephone now.” is an influence abroad that bodes evil
This excuse appearing reasonable, to Ned —
and to my sister,” she add-
Margaret did not insist further, much ed hastily, lowering her eyes before
to Ned’s relief. Exit the girl was far the khxdly scrxxtiny of the priest.
more troubled after this conversation “I wish I could help you, Clare.”
than she cared to admit to herself. He paxLsed a moment, considering.
She fidgeted about the house, wishing “If you were only a Catholic, my
it were evening in the evening
; child,” he added regretfully.
Father Rooney would surely be over “But it isn’t religious help that I
to inquire about her sister, and she want. Father. Wliat I need is some-
wanted to hear from his own lips if thing that I don’t believe you could
he had felt any sxxpernatural experi- give me. If I only knew what to
ence the night before. do!”
Margaret scoffed at the ridiculous “Can’t you leave it in higher
idea that a boy of fifteen should come hands than those of a mere mortal,
back from tlie dead to keep her from my daughter? If you can do that
marrying another man, even granted with your whole heart, the problem
that the boy had attained manhood will be solved for you. You believe
in another world in the meantime. that, do you not?”
Her keen sense of hixmor and her She nodded slowly and thought-
;
fully. The old man passed a caress- sician, and a good physician must be
ing hand over her brown locks, intuitive. While as for our little
sighed, and went up the path with —
Clare ah, her physical disability has
knit; brow. kept her very near the Unseen; you
Margaret, impatiently waiting for can trust her intuitions, Margaret.”
him, was standing at the top of the “How about me?” scornfully.
'porch steps. “You are far less liable to such
“Ned called up this morning, delicate impressions, because you are
‘Father,” she said abruptly. He per- in robust health; your employments
sists in saying that he had an un- are active physical employments
‘canny experience last night. My sis- —
your outlook upon life is well, my
ter says the same, and Dad. Father child; largely material. There,” and
Rooney, do you believe that a man he raised a hand to still her quick
can come back from the dead, in these protest, “you have not yet had a
days?” sorrow, my child. AVhen you have
“Why ‘in these days’?” he in- suffered disillusion, disappointment,
quired whimsically. “These days —
grief ^then perhaps you will find
differ in no way from other days, yourself closer than now, to the veil
Margaret ; they are all a part of eter- that hides the Unseen.”
nity.’” “In other words. Father, the rest
“But do you?” of you felt that there was a spook in
“What difference would it make, the room, but for me that spocfit
Margaret, what I believe? In the didn’t exist?”
olden days, did not someone ask that “Something like that, Margaret;
same question? It is in Holy Writ, something like that. I don’t know
Margaret.” but that you are better off than we
“You are evading my question. are, in that respect. It is not always
Father,” the girl cried with an im- a pleasant thing to have these other
patient shake of her head. entities thrust themselves upon one’s
notice without invitation.”
“What do you think, Margaret?”
asked the old priest mildly. “Well,” with a slightly scornful
laugh, “when I see a spirit, I shall
“I don’t know what to think.
believe that they exist and I’etum to
Clare says it is true. Ned why, I — earth, but I fear I shall never be con-
actually believe he would agree with
her; Dad, too. Tell me, did you feel
vinced by my own
good eyes.
’ ’
over your shoulder into the garden cess. can not dis-
It is for this that I
at Margaret. Suddenly he leaned cuss the thing with your sister; Mar-
over you, and you disappeared in a garet is so skeptical that I would be
cloud of luminous vapor. But the quite uneasy in her presence, and un-
luminosity, Clare, was not that light able to let myself go, as I must if I
shed from the aura of an entity that wish to go into a trance.”
is ti-ying to uplift itself or others;
She moved closer to the girl. ‘ ‘
Give
it was the murky, red-shot vapor me your two hands, my dear,” she
that betrayed the presence of evil. commanded gently, her voice seeming
“Whether it is evil for jmu or for already to come from a distance.
Margaret, matters little, for that She stood perfectly stiff for a mo-
entity has taken advantage of your ment, while the lame girl’s whole soul
physical weakness, your psychic sus- was watching in her eyes.
your unselfish nature, and
ceptibility,
There was not the slightest sus-
unlessyou can beat off his influence, picion in Clare’s mind as to the
you end by becoming little better
w’ill
seeress’ honesty. The Sloanes had
than the instrument by which that known the Campbells for more than
evil thing will eventually seek to seven years, and no one in the sub-
make its actual physical appearance urb had anything but admiration and
among us.” I’espect for the little Scotchwoman.
‘
‘
Mrs. Campbell ! You terrify me ” ! Douglas Campbell, while admitting
“I terrify myself,” said the lady, his wife’s gift of second-sight, was
drylJ^ “If you only could have seen stubbornly- set against her use of it;
that evil atmosphei'e that enveloped he believed it a weakening and un-
you .” The pause was eloquent; healthy practise even when exercised
Clare met it with understanding by an effort of the will. In this
eyes. Laura Campbell differed from her
“It was that I felt, then. It was husband, but was too docile a wife
that which robbed me of conscious- to question his well-meant authority
ness. Oh, dear Mrs. Campbell, you — at least, in public. It is a fact that
have the wonderful gift of second- when she felt hei-self justified, she
sight. Can’t you tell me what this had no hesitation in yielding to her
all means ? Why has he come back ? ’ ’
intuitions, and in the case of tlie
The Scotchwoman nodded with the Sloane girls her friendliness for them
half-proud, half-mortified air of one drove her to seek them out for the
who admits something to one’s detri- purpose, for she had seen plainly
ment, which yet one can not help but that the uninvited guest of the pre-
consider a merit. vious night was an luidesirable, and
“Yes, Clare, I have the second- might prove a troublesome, visitor.
sight. My mbther had it, and my
grandmother before her. It’s a won-
derful thing, as you say ^but not —
’ ’
A Clare
fter a long moment, during which
felt her heart beating
such a pleasant thing, sometimes. loudly and painfully, the Seoteli-
“Tell me what to do, won’t you? w’oman began to speak. Her intona-
I know Mr. Campbell hates to have tion was stiff and harsh, the very op-
you exercise your power but isn’t — — posite of her customary rapid, easy
thisan exceptional occasion?” begged speech. Tlie words dropped off her
the lame girl. lips slowly, one by one, with mono-
“Clare, I’ll try.” She glanced tonous regularity. Meantime her
cautiously at the house as she spoke, hands gripped those of the lame
to ascertain if Margaret were in sight. girl with a grip that made Clare
“You know, I can not promise suc- wince.
738 WEIRD TALES
— seek — to — leam — the
“You woman, indignant in her turn. “I’m
reason — for — my — presence. You not accustomed to having my word
— — know — soon — enough.
shall disputed. If you knew anything at
Tell — Margaret — that — she — all about the nature of a trance, you
must — never — marry — Ned — would know that the medram is
Wentworth. While — you — — live never aware of what is said.”
I — have — the — means — to — “Oh, believe you,”
prevent — — but — — will —
it I
I
“Clare, darling, are you feeling bet-
hastily.
“Clare asked me to try it for her,” coldly, “but I think you go too far
replied the otiicr woman quickly.
‘
It ‘
Avith this mysterious jargon. Come,
was to help her out about some- Clare dear, the sun is sinking. Let
thing,” she he.sitated. me help you into the house. ’ ’
“And you mean to tell me,” scorn- The Scotchwoman silently assisted
fully, “that you don’t know what in drawing Clare to her feet and ad-
you told her?” justed the crutches, while Margaret
« “You’re going a little too far, picked up the cushions upon which
Margaret,” rebuked the Scotch- the lame girl had been reclining. As
A SUITOR FROM THE SHADES 739
the sisters went slowly up the path had so tersely and indignantly
to the house, she stood watching stated; one of the two must pay for
them with perturbed countenance. the other’s life or happiness by sac-
“It’s bad. It’s very, very bad. rificing her own.
And Margaret won’t believe the To do Margaret full justice, she
peril she is in. Poor Clare I must!
would not knowingly have accepted
tell Douglas of this. If it comes to happiness at the expense of her
the worst, he’ll have to permit me younger sister, but she had dismissed
to make up a circle, and Dr. Sloane the words of the seeress as fantastic
will have to override Margaret’s ob- vaporings unworthy of consideration.
—
jections for object she surely will, Clare, however, had been deeply im-
irnless she falls into the sphere of pressed; she spent hours pondering
influence of that unwelcome guest, on them. If her death would pur-
herself. I can only watch and — chase Margaret ’s happiness, the lame
pray,” she whispered to herself. girl was ready to surrender it. She
did not put into words her secret
/ 7 thought, that Margaret’s happiness
^"ED WENTWORTH WES EH impul- was also the happiness of Ned Went-
worth.
sive lover. Moreover, his un-
canny obsession on the ^ night of Time flew. Margaret’s wedding
his engagement to Margaret had was so near at hand that when Clare
weighed on his mind he felt that the looked at the calendar on the wall
;
sooner they were married, the sooner di their room, she found but a single
the unseen rival for the girl’s affec- day remaining before the older sister
tions would be induced to leave the would leave her home for the new
field to him. He lost no time, there- life that spread with so much rich
dared be off his guard for a moment. of it at all, it was as the natural re-
As surely as he permitted his sult of his sleeplessness for several
thoughts to wander ever so slightly, nights, and the consequent nervous
he felt them getting beyond his con- strain. Certain it is that he did not
.trol, until his head would be awhirl think of it as having any connection
with incoherencies and strange con- with Clifford Bentley.
jectures that tormented him cruelly. The wedding was to be a very
He began to “remember” inci- quiet one, the only outside person
dents that concerned Margaret, but present being Father Rooney. Mar-
in which he figured as a principal; garet was to be unattended. Had
incidents in which he knew at the she chosen a bridesmaid, it would
same time that he had never taken have been Clare, but the lame girl
part. One time he found himself insisted that her crutches would have
saying aloud with persistence, “I am made a distressingly inharmonious
Clifford Bentley I am Clifford
! appearance. The bride came into the
Bentley!” until he caught himself room on her father’s arm, the old doc-
up with what wms almost terror tor having managed to brace up suffi-
clutching at his heart. ciently to go through the short cere-
Intuition told him that Clifford mony of giving his daughter away.
Bentley must be the rival now mak- Near the officiating clergyman, who
ing such desperate efforts to eaxise had been placed near the window
trouble between Margaret and him- opening on the garden, stood the
self. Ned swore that he would not bridegroom. Ned also was unat-
give her up, no matter what the cost tended he had' decided that he was
;
of keeping her might be. As his de- fully able to take care of Margaret’s
termination on this point increased, wedding ring without any outside as-
so did the insidious attacks upon his sistance. As his bride approached,
mental stronghold by the invisible the young man turned his head to-
rival. vrard her. A sudden horror and dis-
The night before his wedding Ned may seized upon him. As he looked,
had come to the point where he was he became aware that, strangely
half dead for want of sleep. His enough, his emotions were so complex
apprehensions had grown so strong as to convince him, without a .strug-
that he had been keeping himself gle, that he tvas at once himself and
awake night after night with strong that other! In vain he fought against
coffee, fearing to relax his guard for that terrible obsession; he could do
a single moment. That night he nothing to drive out the triumphant
could hold out no longer; he was rival who had entered his mind, his
obliged to give way to sleep for a few body. In despair he cast do^wn his
hours; flesh and blood could stand eye.s, dreading lest others might read
the clergyman addressed the question the young lover from the room. He
to Ned that would bind him to her, held salts to the girl’s nostrils, while
it seemed to him that the intruding he questioned Ned with a single look
personality was laughing at him as it of sympathetic inquiry.
whipped the replies out of his very “I don’t know! That’s the worst
mouth, responding with a decisive ab- of it, I don’t know,” Ned groaned
mptness that caused the minister to miserably. “Father, I haven’t been
send a qxiick glance at the brush quite myself since the night we be-
bridegroom. Ned was praying for came engaged. Do you suppose she —
the ceremony to close.
The minister addressed the bride:
—
could have felt the difference? I
can imagine nothing else that would
“Wilt thou take this man to be thy have turned her against me so sud-
wedded husband ”
.. ?.
denly and incomprehensibly.”
Wentworth’s heart pumped madly.
“Do you mean, my poor boy, that
In a moment it would be over. A si-
you have felt that invisible presence
lence succeeded to the clergyman’s
—
question, a silence that endured that ’ ’
—
again? That that it has become an
obsession ?
weighed down every heart. Ned
“Exactly. I have fought it for
lifted his head and sought Margaret’s
eyes in astonishment. days. —
But last night I had lost so
much sleep,” apologetically, “I could
She was looking at him, horror on
her amazed face. The flowers she not keep awake. That was its chance,
I suppose. This morning I have been
was carrying fell tumbling at her feet
feeling strange, when I come to think
from relaxed fingers. She took an in-
of it.” Hurriedly Ned recounted his
stinctive stepbackward and put one
hand behind her gropingly, as though experiences with the invisible rival
seeking support. Still she stared at who had taken possession of his very
self that afternoon, replying to the
him incred^ously. The clergyman,
not understanding, prompted her in minister’s questions through the lips
an undertone. With a sharp anguish of the obsessed.
that cut the young lover’s heart, her The old priest nodded his head
voice rang out wildly. wisely. “I think I understand, my
— —
“No no no!’’ she screamed, and son. It is a strange condition, and a
difficult one. I hardly know what to
sank back unconscious into the arms
of her father. advise you.”
Ned stood looking down at tlie un-
conscious girl, his eyes melancholy.
8
“I can only fight until I can go on
ONSTERNATION on every face. Clare
C had dropped hers into both
with it no longer,” he said despair-
ingly. “But how am I to continue
hands, and was sobbing and praying fighting with an invisible entity that
behind that frail shield. Dr. Sloane takes advantage of me in my un-
stood, holding his fainting daughter guarded moments of sleep ? ’ ’
as if he had been turned into stone “Do you feel the presence at this
and unable to move. The clergyman moment?” demanded Father Rooney.
had closed his prayer-book and gazed “N-no, I think not. That is,” cor-
in bewilderment at the fainting bride recting himself, “I feel that it is
and the agonized, astounded groom. somewhere near, but not controlling
Only Father Rooney grasped the me for the time being. ’ ’
situation even faintly. He it was who Father Rooney hastily crossed him-
relieved the old doctor of his burden self. “For the time being, Ned,
and carried Margaret to the divan. there is nothing for you to do but to
It was he who motioned everyone but keep away from Margaret. Whatever
742 WEIRD TALES
this unknown entity is, its interest upon her traveling gown. “I must
seems to be in keeping you two apart. take off these things,” she said sadly.
Until you feel yourself complete mas- As she rose to leave the room, her
ter of the situation, it will be best for self-control gave way; tears gushed
you to leave Margaret alone.” from her eyes, blinding her until she
“I feel that strongly, but — it will had to lean against the lame girl for
be very hard. Father.” guidance.
“Would you bring worse upon the “Oh, it is cruel!” she sobbed.
woman you love?” said the priest “What have we done to deserve this
gravely. “Believe me, my son, this persecution? Tell Ned, Dad, that it
matter will have to be solved by other isn’t his fault, but I can’t explain
power than yours or mine. I am per- —
just now. I hope I hope he will for-
suaded, however, that your wisest give me.”
course now will be to leave Margaret. ’
’
The young man bent, pressed a ten- '^HE girls went to their room, their
der kiss upon the forehead of the girl tears mingling.
who was to have been his wife, and The day wore away. Ned tele-
went sadly from the room. Dr. Sloane phoned in and received Margaret’s
and Clare were waiting for him in the message, to which she had added that
hall; their anxious eyes ciuestioned it was her conviction their marriage
him. could never take place, but that she
“The marriage must be postponed. would always —
love him a message
And Father Rooney feels that it will that half, maddened the unhappy
be wiser for me not to be here when young man.
Margaret comes out of her faint. I’ll The sisters retired early, although
telephone later to learn how our dear there was no sleep for either of them
girl is getting along.” for hours. Clare won her sister’s con-
Dr. Sloane patted his shoulder. fidence at last; Margaret confided to
‘
Cheer up, Ned. I think it ’s nothing
‘ her the reason for the “no” that
more than the result of nervous strain. should have been “j^es.” Ned’s ob-
Wedding preparations have been too session by the determined spirit of
much for Margie. But I certainly Clifford Bentley had been so plainly
never would have thought she’d keel discernible by the girl that she had
over like that; she’s so athletic and in refused to marry him, because she felt
such fine condition. Well, she’ll be it would not have been Ned she was
all right in a couple of days, and then marrying, but the intruding person-
we’ll have you two tied up in a jiffy ality of that long-dead childhood
and off on your honeymoon. ’ ’
sweetheart. The horror of the situa-
Clare, who knew onlytoo well what tion had been too much for her self-
must be the root of the trouble, al- control. The bizarre idea of becom-
though she could not know the exact ing the wife of two men in one body
circumstances, dared not meet Ned’s had forced from her that decisive,
eyes, so disturbed was she. “I shall agonized negative.
be praying for you, Ned,” she whis- Clare calmed her as best she might,
pered timidly, as she slipped away to both girls prayed together, and about
assist thegood priest in his ministra- half past 11 they fell asleep, ex-
tions. hausted by their emotions.
IMargaret revived presently and sat It was, as the girls ascertained
up, controlling herself with a strong afterward, shortly after midnight
effort. “I want to be alone, please,” that Margaret awoke from troubled
slie said. “Clare, I don’t mind you, dreams. The room was in partial
of course.” Her eyes dropped down darkness. As she shook off her drow-
A SUITOR FROM THE SHADES 743
flashed through her gratefully that ing hands wildly. “Don’t come
her sister had been watching and nearer! If you do, I shall scream!
’ ’
praying over her she turned her lips
;
I can not bear it !
to meet those others that sought hers. Clifford Bentley leaned toward her,
The kiss undeceived her; that was smiling with white teeth showing be-
no sister’s kiss! tween red lips, and regarding the
shrinking, horrified girl meaningly.
With convulsive nervous force Mar-
garet drew hei’self away from the —
“You fear me yet yoir have tasted
arms that had been holding her and my warm kisses,’’ he whispered. “Do
sat up in bed, half dazed. For an in-
you think my rival will want you
now, silly Margie?’’
stant .she imagined that the events of
Margaret’s brain began to whirl.
the afternoon had been a dream, and
Surmises too dreadful to shape into
that it was the kiss of her young hus-
band that had just been pressed upon words prodded her mind sharply.
her lips. And then she knew that it She threw herself desperately from
the bed, anywhere, away from that
was no dream.
triumphantly smiling face, and began
The soft light of the night lamp to scream.
felliipon the face of a young man, a
Shriek after shriek rang through
complete stranger, who in his turn
the startled house.
rose from the kneeling posture he had
The figure of Clifford Bentley re-
been maintaining by the side of her
tired around the foot of Margaret’s
bed. Although she had never seen
bed and approached that of Clare.
that face as an adult face, the terri-
Before the older sister’s staring, in-
fied girlknew intiiitively that she was credulous eyes he leaned over the
looking upon the features of Clifford
Bentley, who had succeeded at last in
—
sleeping girl and the next instant he
had disappeared, like a dissipating
making himself visible and tangible. vapoi‘, from her sight.
She felt her senses slipping weakly
from her control. She was convinced 9
that this would be fatal, as she had
not the slightest confidence in the
kindly intentions of that dread lover
from the unknown world. With all
T
from
he screams
brought
his room across
of his older daughter
the doctor
tlic
stumbling
hall. He
her might she gripped at courage, and entered abruptly to find Margaret on
stared that dead-alive entity squarely the floor in a dead faint, and Clare
in the deep eyes tliat burned passion- sitting up in bed rubbing her eyes,
ately upon her with a significance apparently half dazed. Inquiiy
that froze the coursing blood in her failed to elicit anything further than
veins; Margaret Sloane was no cow- that Margaret had had a nightmare
ard, but she had never shaken and which had so terrified her that she
trembled as she did that night, in the had sprung from bed to fall uncon-
throes of an unearthly fear. scious on the fioor.
'‘What do you want? ’’ .she man- After she had been revived and
aged to whisper through dry lips. tucked into bed again, and her father
“You!” had left the girls alone, Clare made
‘
‘
Wliy do you come back to torment her sister tell the w'hole unbelievable
me ? That was a child ’s silly promise story, while both glanced fearfully
— you can not hold me to it. ’ ’
over their shoulders into the dim
—
“/ can and will!” The appari- shadows of the room. As Margaret
744 WEIRD TALES
finished, her voice broken with sobs, tones were modified as slie- spoke, and
her eyes wide with her unspoken she glanced timorously about her.
fears, tlie lame girl exclaimed with “Well,” conceded Margaret unhap-
indignation, “He is cruel, Margie, pily, “I suppose we ought to do
and a coward, to behave like this.” —
everything we can and if she is able
“I can’t help being terribly afraid. to help us, I know Mr. Campbell will
Who can tell how far his power will let her. But I can’t help being skep-
carry him?” confessed the half-hys- tical it all seems so foolish and child-
;
“But ”
posed. she could not help ques-
Still,
“ ‘But’ nothing!” snapped the
tioning Mrs. Campbell ’s ability to
find a way out of the terrible and tor- Scotchw’oman with asperity. “You
tuous maze in which she and Ned are an ungrateful girl, Margaret
seemed lost. Sloane. And
a blindly selfish one,
“Do you really believe there is any- too, if my frank opinion.
you w'ant
thing extraordinary about Laura Your Clare is being slowly
sister
killed, all her vital forces arc being
Campbell’s trances, Clare?” she
asked earnestly. “I’ve always won- drawn out of her by that —
that male
dered at the loss of dignity such vampire —
that satellite of your at-
feigning costs her. ’ ’ tractions. And you — you draw back
‘
at the only chance to make terms with
‘
She really has what they call sec-
him ! I ’m sure I don ’t know what
ond-sight, Margie. I’ve seen her my-
you can be thinking of.”
self, in trances. Not
often, because
Margaret’s color was running high.
Mr. Campbell liates to have her give “I had no idea that my sister was in
way to them. But the day we were danger of any kind,” she retorted
in the garden and I had that heart spiritedly. But the mere suggestion
‘
‘
—
attack you remember ? she spoke — of such a thing is sufficient to make
with the voice of a man, and I loiew, — me agree to any plan, no matter how
somehow, that it was he.” Her own idiotic it may appear. Will you un-
A SUITOE FROM THE SHADES 745
dertake to conduct a seance for us?” something of which you won’t ap-
abruptly, prove —
we’re going to hold a seance,
“Have someone telephone your fi- to see if we can’t learn how to get
ance to be at your home this evening out of the strange situation in which
at 8 o’clock. See that arrangements we seem tohave been thrown.”
are made so that we can have the en- Father Rooney stopped fanning
tire evening undisturbed by visitors. himself.. His hat half hid his face
I will be over as soon as Mr. Camp- from the girl, as he looked sharply
bell has gone to his lodge; it’s for- at her over its wide brim. There was
tunate tonight is lodge night, or you’d an anxious note in his voice.
have to wait. My husband would not “A seance, my daughter? Is your
give me his permission to act as med- father permitting it? Does he con-
ium at your seance, so I’ve got to do sider it a wise thing for well,—
it behind his back.. And I can as- Clare, for you, my child? I’m speak-
sure you, Margaret Sloane, that isn’t ing not only as a priest, but from the
a pleasant thing for me to do.” physician’s standpoint.”
Margaret, confronted with the pos- Clare returned his grave query
sibility that her neighbor might re- with a serene smile. “Oh, I don’t
pent her offer, was transformed from believe it can do me any harm,” she
scomer to suppliant. Her eyes plead- said thoughtfully. “Do you suppose
ed eloquently. anything could hurt me more than
“Get along with you, Margaret,” to believe that some malicious spirit
snorted the Scotchwoman with is robbing me daily of strength in
feigned indignation. “Asking me to order to torment my poor sister? Be-
deceive my good Douglas, are you? sides, I’d rather risk a —
a heart at-
There, there, don’t worry, my dear. tack, Father, than continue to go
Laura Campbell has never yet turned through what I’ve been suffering for
her back on anyone who really needed weeks.”
her help. I’ll be over at 8 o’clock.” Father Rooney sighed. Too well he
Margaret did not feel up to talking knew the self-sacrifice that was the
directly with Ned, and begged Clare dominant note in Clare’s nature.
to telephone for her. Ned wasin his “I can not attend such a meeting,
rooms, happily, and almost out of his my child, as you know. But I —
head with joy at' hearing that a pos- think I shall remain. I can pray for
sible solution of the weird problem you and yours —
it may well be that
might be reached so soon. He prom- God sent me here for just that to-
ised to be at Dr. Sloane ’s at the ap- night —
when you may need spirit-
pointed hour. ual help more than ever in your lives
’ ’
before.
^LARE was sitting on the porch that He rose to greet the doctor and
'^evening at about half past 7, when Ned, who had been walking in the
she saw the bowed figure of Father grounds.
Rooney approaching through the Ned had not entered the house as
dusk. He came up slowly, and seated yet, fearing a repetition of the ter-
himself on the top step, fanning him- rible scene that had taken place on
self with his broad-brimmed hat, for the ill-fated day of the wedding. For
the day had been a hot one. although he had been feeling himself
“I don’t know’ that you’ll want to almost entirely free from his obses-
stay this evening, Father,” the lame sion since he had kept away from
girl said to him timidly. “Father Margaret, how could he know when
won’t be free to play chess with you it might return in force?
tonight. You see, we’re going to do “Coming in?” he asked: the priest.
)
S himself styled
from his
it, a bug-chaser
childhood.
earliest
Always frail, diminutive of stature,
initial efforts at vivisection and in-
vestigation. Before he was out of
grammar school his absorption cen-
he possessed a large head and an tered on smaller objects of animal
emaciated, colorless face into which life, and ever smaller. The ultimate
were set enormous slate-gray eyes. focus of his ambition was inevitable.
The prodigious energy with which he At school his plajunates shrank
had been endowed betrayed itself in from him and shunned him. He was
every cjuick impulsive move of his dubbed “queer,” the word that is
thin, eagerly alive body, but was for-
anathema and taboo to the average
ever most evident in the enormous
person of noinnal tastes, pursuits and
unwinking eyes. From the hour he
desires. Carrying within him the
began creeping he was claimed by
hot white flame of genius, he, like
and devoted to tliat science which
all geniuses, paid the heavy price for
most fittingly dovetailed into his
that genius and walked alone. His
weirdly abnormal life. The science
father laughed at his nonsense, pre-
of bugs. Anything that crawled,
dicted that he’d get over it, and let
wriggled, swam or flew, and was no
larger than a tree-toad, arrested his
it go at that. He was still laughing
at it when he died the day before the
For information upon which to base this story, frail boy’s tenth birthday. But Saul’s
and for inspiration to build the character of
Saul Blauvette, my thanks are due to Paul De mother, a somber silent w'oman hag-
Kruif. author of Microbe Hunters-
Eli Colter. ridden by a' secret horror, watched
747
748 WEIRD TALES
her son covertly and wondered what eyes, waiting for the star in his fore-
•star was set in his forehead. She head to take shape and shine. Saul
made no mistake, she knew the star worsliiped her in silence.
was there. She Imew he had been He gave little thought to any other
bom for great things and that his human being. For a time. Then he
father’s laughter had never touched
began to thinlt intensely of all human
him; though it had whetted her own beings. The star began to take shape.
sharp belief, allayed the sting of her In the beginning his interest in mi-
nagging fears as a counter-irritant crobes had been bom of, iiicited and
dulls the pain in a running sore. She
urged by a curiosity that craved
stared into Saul’s enormous eyes, and
cognizance of all minute forms of
believed.
life.. But along with the fascinating
When he graduated from grammar studies of chemistry and bacteriology
school, delicate, erratic,shunned and he had learned the names of Pasteur,
queer, and told her that he wanted Koch and all that royal vanguard of
to take a course in chemistry and adventurers. He had seen the record
bacteriology, she spent all her small of service accomplished for mankind,
income and what remained of his service rendered by men who fought
father’s savings to see him through. hideous fomis of disease to free the
She flaunted her belief, in a silence world from horrible menace. And
that he penetrated and for which he into the very huge heart that pumped
was grateful, and for which he gave and thumped in Saul Blauvette ’s
her silence in return. She gave him very small body there w'as bom a
all she had, not yet dreaming tlie way mighty longing to go onward in the
his feet should go. When he had fin- footsteps of those other valiant men
ished his coui’se, she sold three-quar- of science, to follow in the wake of
ters of the land his father had left those who had achieved triumph in
them, took the proceeds and helped battle with horror and death. His
him build a great bam of a labora- mother, looking into the enormous
tory in an isolated grove in the cen- slate-gray eyes, saw the swift rising
ter of their remaining ten acres. Next glow of that inner genius-torch and
to the laboratory they set iip a four- knew that the star in his forehead
roomed house to serve as living quar- had begun to shine.
ters.
Among the few who had not
At the age of twenty-five Saul shunned him, who had looked through
Blauvette had developed into a
the all but repellent crust surround-
nervous pocket-edition of a man
ing him and seen the potentialities of
bursting with energy an obscure
;
the man inside, was old Doc Whittly,
bug-chaser who spent his time pot-
their family physician for twenty
tering over several tables in his bam
of a laboratory, fussing with number-
years. In Whittly ’s unchanging at-
T WAS an conversation
epochal “Well, ifyou don’t know what
I that ensued. It was the beginning causes it, how do you know it isn’t
of a magnificent dream, a ghastly microbes?” Saul demanded.
pursuit leading down a gruesome “It just isn’t.” Wliittly smiled
trail. It was born in words couched
: slightly at Saul’s retort. “There are
in Saul’s comical polyglot of ideal- no microbes about it. Better men
istic English, modern slang and pep- than you and I have determined that.
pery curse-words, and in the doctor’s Saul.”
slow dignified teehnism. “I don’t believe it.” Saul slid
“I’m going after microbes in ear- back an inch on his chair and ruffled
nest, Doe,” Saul announced, bustling his lank dun-colored hair with nerv-
into Wliittly’s office and sitting dow'n ous fingers. “I believe all disease is
gingerly on the edge of a chair, with caused by microbes, without excep-
the aii; of a man holding himself in tion. But I’ve never studied diseases
readiness to spring to his feet, fearful much. All I’ve studied is bugs. And
that the chair underneath him might I got to reading about those marvel-
suddenly give way. He peered at ous fellows who went gunning for
jthe doctor with his huge and solemn disease, just because they got started
eyes as he began firing a series of —
fiddling with bugs like me. They
questions. “What disease most men- were genius-men. Doc!”
aces the world today? What disease “They were!” Wliittly agreed.
entails more pain, horror and fear “They certainly were! The saga of
than any other? What disease could the microbe-hunters is a great saga!”
I attack and conquer by which I “You bet your sweet life!” Saul
would render the greatest service to moved out perilously near the edge
society at large? "M^at disease causes of his chair, aflame with enthusiasm,
more hell than all the rest put to- his bursting energy evidencing itself
gether?” in drumming fingers that could not
“Cancer.” Whittly’s answer was lie still. He broke into a torrent of
instantaneous. He held his silence excited, eulogistic speech that
for a moment, studying Saul intent- brought a look half of amusement,
ly, as might a man facing something half of astonishment, to Whittly’s
he has long expected, yet taken un- face. “It’s like a fairy-tale. It
awares; remembering the length of started aw'ay back in the Seventeenth
the young scientist’s lonely, queerly- Century wdien crazy old Antony
assorted life. He recalled the things Leeuwenhoek was born in Delft, Hol-
he secretly had predicted Saul might land. He was the first of them. He
some day accomplish, as he added took the first step on the glory trail
slowly “In my opinion cancer is the
: —
for the saving of mankind by bugs!
biggest menace that exists today, for He made the first complicated lenses
a number of reasons. But it isn’t and microscopes. How he loved ’em
caused by microbes of any sort ^so — But Pasteur was the real explorer,
that lets you out.” the real vanguard, though others
“So?” Saul moved restlessly on went before him.”
the edge of his chair. “What does “Yes, you’re right. He was.”
cause it, then?” Wliittly nodded, his eyes deep and
“Nobody knows.” Wliittly shook brooding.
his head. “Men have been speculat- “You’re damn tootin’ I’m right!”
ing on that question for two thou- Saul bounced to his feet and began
sand years, and have been actively pacing back and forth in front of the
trying to determine the answer for doctor. “Look at what he started!
over a hundred years.” Look at the men who trailed after
— — —
my dirty laboratory? He gives men man, I’d say you didn’t Imow much
escape from environment. Every day about disease !
’
Whittly roused,
’
I walk the bank of that peace-swept alive with his own long interest in
river.. Yet these eyes shall never see that subject. “Look here, Saul. I’ll
—
any such river only the one Corot show you just how afraid they are!
gave me. And Pasteur —Pasteur There are certain definite conditions
gives them escape from fear! What’s known to precede cancer, it’s always
finer than to give them escape from possible to apprehend it, and taken in
fear?” its early stages nine times out of ten
‘ ‘
N
othing, ’
’
Whittly answered it’s curable. But people are appal-
slowly, staring into Saul’s face. lingly ignorant about it ; they are too
“Nothing. I really suspect that giv- frightened over it to investigate, to
ing them escape from anything is ascertain its action and leam to
rather beautiful.” watch for the danger signals. They
Saul’s great eyes blazed. “You think cancer is equivalent to a death
give a human being escape from the sentence. They won’t even go to a
fears that hem him in,” he said, doctor at the appearance of the first
“and he’ll go a mighty long way!” —
signs they’re afraid he’ll say it’s
He wheeled and strode across the cancer. And they shiver in fear, and
room, standing over the old doctor. hug their horror to their hearts, till
“All I know is bugs. What I do I’ve it’s too late— and they die. And the
got to do with bugs. And some of world continues to consider it a death
them are so unbelievably microscopic sentence, and the fear grows. If we
that yoit can hardly find them with could only educate them to under-
the most powerful lens. I want to do —
stand to be wise and understand
”
what Pasteur did! I want to fight and take it in time
bugs with bugs and give my people “You never can,” Saul cut in curt-
escape from fear!” ly., “There will always be a majority
“Your people?” Whittly started. of minds too lacking in the fine points
“Your people?” of intelligence to realize the value of
“Aye, my people!” Suddenly Saul early diagnosis. There will always
straightened and stood very still. His be thousands and tens of thousands
flaming eyes w'ere black with the you can’t possibly educate to that
brooding stare of a man who stares standard. But those thousands can
into eternity. His voice dropped from get cancer and shiver in fear and
its high cry, caught and hung on a suffer and die and
”
somber throbbing note, like a fathom- “That’s just the trouble!” Whitt-
less pulse of melody. “My people! ly interrupted excitedly. “They’re
Wliat did Kipling say? ‘The people. crazed with fear over it! Bound up
Lord, Thy people, are good enough in fear
”
for me.’ That’s me. My people. All
the peoi)le. I make no discrimina-
“The dark chrysalis!” Saul cried,
his slate-gray eyes black with sudden
tions. The brave, the bad, the bril-
liant, the brainless. Just people. Just
emotion. “The dark chrysalis! I’ve
humans. Humans hurting, and want- found it!”
ing, and striving, and fearing. My “What are you talldng about?”
peeple! —
Doc tell me this!” Saul Whittly asked sharply.
again threw himself into the chair “Fear.” Saul leaned forward and
facing Whittly, his eyes smoldering, looked somberly into the doctor’s
and his voice rose in eager demand. face. “Fear is the dark chrysalis. I
“Are people afraid of cancer?” wanted to find some disease that so
“Are they afraid of it? Lord, wrapped the human race in fear that
— —:
ed. “What about the tens of thou- organs and limbs. The epithelial is
sands? No. Cancer itself has got full of cells like the cells in your
to be conquered! And the medical skin. Comes on the skin and mucous
profession will never do it alone. membranes — like your lip. What
Some guy like me will meddle along, else can I tell you?”
like Pasteur with his mad dogs, and “Does it get one sex more than
stumble onto it as he stumbled onto the Other? What ages suffer from it
the cure for hydrophobia. And I’m
’ ’
most ?
going to be that man! I’ve found “It kills far more women than
my quest! There isn’t anything in men,” Whittly replied, stifling a
this world wreaks so enormous a sigh. “Men know it most in internal
havoc as fear. The dark chrysalis! organs —stomach, intestines
liver,
And I’m going to break it open. I’m after that lip and tongue. Women it
going to bring it out into the light!” most often attacks in the breast, and
W HITTLY stared.
By
Mad? Genius?
the grace of God, both. Saul
sat back in his chair, abruptly cool,
in less degree in the same organs in
which it attacks men. It’s the dis-
ease of age. People from 65 to 75
are ten times more susceptible than
calculating, the man of science prob- those from 35 to 45,”
ing into dark places. The flaming “That’s the worst thing you’ve
light in his eyes and on sank
his face said yet!” Saul cut in. “Women
to a cold, steady glow —the glow of have enough to suffer. Trite ^but —
the star in his forehead, which had tine. And taking people off just
begun to unwaveringly and
shine when they’ve begun to learn how to
should never cease. He began ask- live. Another angle there. To help
ing preconsidered, well-weighed ques- the old live on! But give me some-
tions, listening intently to the old thing more definitive. Doc. Don ’t you
doctor’s concise, compi'ehensive an- know anything about it? How it
the textures in its vicinity. Spreads lated eases. Yet the X-ray failed.
by the lymphatics and the veins. And Acted crazily. Benefited some eases,
the cells that multiply so ab-normally aggravated others. Too experimental
are apparently normal cells. That’s and risky at best. Radium isn’t
the baffling thing.” proved of any particular use yet.
“Well, what are those cells? What Little to work with in the first place,
makes them act that way?” too few know how to use it skilfully,
“Yes! You tell us!” Whittly’s its value is yet undetermined. May
laugh was good-naturedly ironic. never prove a real cure only useful —
“That’s what you’re going to find in treatment.. There isn’t any medi-
out, I believe. Nobody knows, man !
’ ’
cine that will cure it, that’s sure!
“But haven’t they worked out Oh, they’ve got up a lot of fake cures,
any theories?” Saul’s cool, analj^i- pastes, poultices, drugs and they —
cal mind probed on, ignoring the manufacture testimonials for them
doctor’s jeer. by the carload lots.But they’re all
“Theories!” Whittly snorted. bunk, Saul! All we can do is cut it
“Theories, hypotheses, suppositions —
out cut out the loathsome eating
and deductions That ’s all they have
!
thing. But we’ve got to get it in
accomplished. They’ve exhausted time, or even that’s futile. It comes
everj* idea you could possibly ad- back and starts eating somewhere
—
vance and they’ve got nowhere. It else!”
isn’t hereditarJ^ It isn’t contagious. “My God, what a gruesome pic-
Neither believed so nor proven so. It ture you paint!” Saul said sharply.
isn’t a blood disease. That’s the “I don’t paint it half as horrible
damnable thing about it. They don’t as it is!” Whittly shuddered involun-
know what it is! They only know tarily. “Good God, man, if you’d
that something malignant, corroding, seen them as I ’ve seen them There ’s !
putrefying, gets into that bunch of your poor humans hurting and —
cells and eats, eats, eats into the liv- —
wanting and striving and fearing! —
ing flesh. Saul, did you ever see any- Crazed with fear Begging you with
!
one with cancer?” It was Whittly insane eyes and breaking voices to
who was getting excited now. He sat save them when you’d give your
erect, his eyes alive with the hideous right arm to and can’t! And the dis-
thing he was visioning. ease grows appallingly! The latest
“No.” Saul shook his head, lean- statistics show an increase of about
ing toward the old doctor, electrified 21/^ per cent more cases a year Two !
termine the origin, fastening itself ed, the light of the flaming star again
on a human body, in human vital or- blazing in his enormous eyes.
gans, eating into the living flesh, “There’s a microbe, I tell you!”
making of a li\dng, breathing body a ‘
‘ Maybe, ’
’ Whittly conceded,
loathsome, stinking, putrefying abom- doubtfully. “God knows. No germ
ination! And we can’t stop it! capable of causing cancer has ever
Everything we’ve ever tried is help- been demonstrated. If you’re right
less before its insidious, crawling and there is one, that makes the pic-
erosion. X-ray and radium have been ture all the more ghastly! To think
known and even cure iso-
to benefit that there may be some minute grisly
—a
been so engrossed that they had "I’m going to do it!” Saul’s great
failed to hear the door open. The eyes glowed as phosphorus glows in a
girl had stood there in frozen silence, l)itch-black night. He leaned toward
listening to Whittly’s rising voice, the girl and Whittly looked on dum-
till the horror of what he was saying founded at the thing that flashed be-
wrung from her lips the gasp that tween the little scientist and Helene
had interrupted the doctor’s speech. Kinkaid. “You’ve shown me the
Whittly caught himself into calm- way. You believe in me, don’t you?
ness and control, as the girl stam- All I’ve got to do is believe in my-
mered an apology, “I I beg your— self!”
pardon. I just stepped into the room "And God,” Helene whispered.
”
to return these "Man does all things— through
"No apology necessary, Helene. God.”
Mr. Blauvette and I just got talking “I don’t know much about God.”
pretty heatedly about my pet horror.
"I believe
—
This is Saul Blauvette I’ve told you
Saul’s speech slowed.
but I guess I’ve just gotten away
a lot about him. Miss Kinkaid, Saul. from Him, I’ve given my life to
She’s a new addition to my office.
bugs. I’ve given my life to some-
Just took her in last month. I’ve
been telling you Saul w'ould do some-
—
thing else lately. To people all my
people. And now I’ve given my life
thing great with his bugs, some day,
to a third thing. To you All that I
Helene. —
He well, he’s going to
!
the" doetor, raising clenched fists AUL rushed home and whirled intb
above his head. Whittly shook, dazed S the house adjoining the labora-
anew at the flame in the young scien- tory. His gaunt and silent mother
tist's face. And Saul blazed on: “I rose to her feet and peered down into
know what you think, Doc! You his face as he halted before her. She
think I ’m on the trail of an unattain- listened in silence as he poured out a
able ideal! You’re wrong. There" torrent of flaming, incoherent words.
isn’t anything unattainable in the “Mother! I know what I’m going
end! It’s the pursuit of the unat- to do! I’m going to conquer can-
tainable ideal that leads us to the cer!” Cancer! The word shot
heights. Before —
I might have failed, through her like a flame, leaving her
I might have lacked the last pound cold and rigid, staring transfixed into
of incentive to drive me on.. I can’t his enormous eyes as he raced on.
fail
ally
now!” He stopped short,
leaped across the room and
liter- —
“Whittly Whittly told me. God-^
what a hideous picture he drew
snatched- the girl’s hands, instru- something eating, eating, eating into
ments and all, leaning forward to the living flesh. He said that. He
gaze into her eyes, on a level with his made me see it. He made me see the
own. <‘I’ve got her! See, Helene! —
whole world ^flaccid in fear of a
For you I Would go to the sun! For creeping crawling menace no one can
you I’ll find and conquer that mi- discover nor stay I ’m going to stop
!
crobe! There will be no more deaths it! I’m going to find the microbe
by cancer! The world will shed its that causes it. I’m going to save the
fear of a vanquished menace I !
world !
’ ’
shall break open the dark chrysalis His mother made no move, spoke
and lead them into the light! For no w'ord. She was stricken dumb
you ! —
God God must be coming with the abrupt raising of her own
close to me again. He sent you. To secret horror and a wild, surging
God—my gratitude! I love you.” hope. For all his incoherency there
He bent over her hands, held them was about him a new one-pointed
close together, against his forehead, driving purpose, a crystallization of
then in one swift movement he moved effort into a given channel. She knew
them to crush them against his lips, that the star in his forehead was
dropped them, wheeled, caught up shining clear. She saw, too. She saw
his hat and darted out the door. the long black trail upon which his
The girl stood like one stricken, feet were unalterably set a trail ;
staring after him. Dumb. Whittly bloody and strewn with horrors,
stared, too, moveless in his chair, winding through welters of stenyh
he found his tongue and blurted out
till
and putrefying flesh but she did —
—
baldly, “Crazy crazy as a loon, bat-
not flinch. She was made of stern
ty —mad as a March hare!” stuff.
—
“And there was a girl!” Saul’s
“He’s not!” Helene’s voice rose voice dropped to an awed, somber
in an exultant cry of defense. “He’s throb. “There is a girl. She’s work-
magnificent My God, what a
!
ing in Whittly ’s office. That’s im-
dream ” !
material. She’s mine! She came to
MTiittly sat motionless, his gaze on —
help me on ^to guide my feet, to
Helene Kinkaid, and something quiv- flagellate my heart when my will
ered in the air about her like a living grows weary. It will grow weary, I
energy. The old doctor repeated know that. It will be a long and bit-
after her, shaken, dazed, “Yes ^my — ter fight. But I’ll have Helene — I’ll
God— what a dream!” have. you! It may take me all my
— :
anonjTnous gift of sacrificial rite to the hours marching toward the dawn.
the great cause of science. They cut from the old man’s throat
Waiting. Another month slid by. the putrid remains of his tongue, and
Three months. Four. Months of mad from his cheek and lip the other can-
experimenting, flecked with hours of cerous growths. They dissected the
pause glorified by Helene Kinkaid, cancers into small pieces and put the
by her unwavering faith and words pieces in fifty small flasks. All but
to cheer him on. Months of welter- one of the flasks they rendered air-
ing work in the stinking laboratory. tight by fusing their necks in flame.
And on the bellies of three guinea- Then they washed their hands in
pigs, two rats and four mice small bichloride of mercury to kill clinging
warts began to appear. Feverishly menacing germs and began dissecting
Saul and his co-workers continued to the body. From each section of the
apply the irritants, watching, wait- body, from hand to liver, omitting no
ing. But they were no longer wait- organ nor part, they took other
ing for an old man to die. They had diminutive pieces of flesh and sealed
probably started some experimental them in other flasks, while in the ad-
cancers of their own on the animals. joining house Saul’s mother lay white
They waited for those cancers to de- and sleepless, shrinking at the knowl-
velop. They forgot all about the old edge of the hideous work going on in
man. It was then the old man died. the laboratory. And away in her
Whittly sent for Saul. Saul, white-walled room, knowing also,
knowing what the summons meant, Helene prayed. And both women kept
took Cloud and Arn tvith him and their eyes in blind faith on the star
hurried to the doctor’s office, where set in Saul’s forehead.
the doctor had taken the wasted,
efore daylight three grim seien-
disease-eaten body. They three stood
by Whittly and stared at the grue- B .tists buried what remained of
some thing that had been a man. that nameless aged man whose sacri-
Stared at the ghastly putrid mass on fice called to their highest efforts
his cheek and lip, and forgot even that through virtue of his agonies. Rever-
they had waited for him to die. They ently they buried him, saying over
remembered only that they were .him a requiem of sadness for his
scientists and experimentalists, fol- pain and a prayer that their seeming
lowing in the wake of a gigantic vi- desecration of his wretched flesh
sion. They remembered sharply that should not be in vain. Then Saul led
because he had died a million others the way back to the laboratory where
might be saved the same awful end. ninety-two flasks with their grisly
With Whittly ’s aid they wrapped up contents were littered over tables and
the body and under cover of the night chairs and shelves. The one flask not
carried it to the laboratory. sealed stood near one of the powerful
Whittly took one look at the long, microscopes, ready for the first step
barnlike room, glanced at the sheet- of investigation. Saul halted in front
ed body on the table, bade them a of the microscope, staring at the
hasty good-night and turned his back corked flask, and his hands trembled
upon the ghoulish task that lay be- as he ]Dulled the cork, picked up a tiny
fore them. Saul never even glanced spun glass tube and sucked into it a
around as the door closed behind the drop of cancer-juice from the flask.
departing doctor and Arn leaned over “Servetus was burned to death in
to lift the sheet from the still body. Geneva three hundred and seventy-
From then on through the night three years ago for just what we did
the three scientists took little heed of tonight,” Arn said soberly, thinking
a
7 GO WEIRD TALES
of the dissected body laid away under Arn stepped to the table as Cloud
the trees. got out of his w^aj% and sat down in
Saul raised his head from his task tlie chair Cloud had vacated. He
and glanced into Arn’s face with a bent over the microscope and stared
sudden startled sense of premonition. intently through its mighty eye. But
Burned to death for cutting up the no microbe of any size or description
body of a man. But that was cen- met his searching gaze. No little
turies ago. No longer were men rods, no little wriggling corkscrews,
bumed for advancing the cause of no tiny bulbs with fuzzy noses. He
science. This was the Twentieth Cen- raised his head and shrugged as he
tury. Yet for a moment something rose to his feet.
swept over him that made him shrink. “No, I can’t see a tiling, Saul. I
He felt that scorching heat of flame, don’t think there is anything to see.”
he heard the cries of an angry mob, he “There must be, I tell you!” Saul
breathed the choking gust of billow- frowned and rushed forward to push
ing smoke, he visioned the great lab- him aside. “Do you say there is
oratory eaten by lurid flames — nothing because you see nothing the
mighty fixnei’al pyre. He strove to first time you look? Don’t be idiotic,
put the weird prescience from him, Henry. It may take us a year to find
as he stepped back and held up a it. Let me examine that tube.”
shaking hand, signaling John Cloud
Cloud and Arn looked on silently
to focus the lens. Cloud hesitated a
as the little scientist concentrated his
moment and looked sharply into gaze through the lens, too powerful
Saixl’s eyes.
to allow even the most minute sub-
“What it?” he asked quickly.
is
visible microbe to escape unseen. He
—
“N nothing.” Saul shook his stared long and silently, and Cloud
head. “It’s funny that Henry should
stirred in impatience.
say that. Take a look at that thing,
will you, John?”
“Well —^what do you find?
There
Cloud frowned, glanced at andAm isn’t anything, isthere?”
bent over the instrument. Saul Saul made no response, but sat like
wheeled abruptly and began pacing a statue, his eye glued to the lens,
the flooi*, his face tense and colorless, seeking some tiny germ of death as
his eyes blazing. Why should that reward for their initial search. No
chance remark of Henry Arn’s affect germ was visible there to him, any
him so? Maybe it was a warning. more than it had been visible to Cloud
They might cause some explosions in and Arn. There was nothing at all
the laboratory with all its inflammable in the milky cancer-juice to meet his
paraphernalia. He’d have to watch gaze. Grimly he held himself still,
out. He paused, as John Cloud searching, unwilling to believe that
looked up from the microscope and there was no germ to see. Yet believe
expended a deep breath. he must. Nothing was there. He
“What do you see?” he demanded. blinked his eyes shut once, and looked
‘
again. No, nothing. There were no
’
Nothing. ’ Cloud shook his head.
‘
filled sealed flasks. The result they we’ll try a porcelain strainer. It
762 WEIKD TALES
may be that the cancer microbe is curiosity, he sucked up a portion of
utterly invisible, colorless as water, the purple mess and placed the glass
and that the dye will bring it to light. tube containing it under the micro-
We’ll try, anyhow. We’ll double up scoi)e, bending to glance at it with
on it. I’ll use blue dye, Henry, and weary indifference. For a moment
you and John use red. Damn it, we’re his eyes riveted and stared, then the
going to find that microbe!” Not weary indifference vanished and he
once had he even thought of consid- cried out with a vehemence that
ering that there might be no microbe. caused Cloud and Saul to start and
Henry Am nodded head
his tired fix on him their wondering eyes.
and set to work. He lighted an “What have you found?” Saul
alcohol lamp and prepared the dye, asked sharply.
while John Cloud for tiie second time “I don’t know, butI’ve certainly
broke open a flask and brought for
their research a small part of the
found something!” Am
pointed at
the lens, shaking with excitement.
crashed cancer pulp. In the very “The fusing of the two dyes has
dust of the laboratory hope and tense shown up your microbe, Saul ! Look
interest vibrated as the three men
at him!”
threw themselves into the new experi-
ment. Saul dyed pulp a bright blue,
while Cloud and Am AUL leaped to the microscope and
a flaring scarlet.
dyed other pulp
There was a
S squinted through its powerful
breathless hush over the cluttered eye. Am and Cloud\ watched him
room when finally the dyed stuff with fascinated gaze as he caught his
from the dead man’s tongue was breath and stared through the lens.
placed under the lenses. And three A large microbe, dyed a dirty purple,
men looked till their eyes ached and showed clearly in the spun glass tube.
It was fully a thousandth of an inch
their vision blurred, but it was as be-
fore. Nothing. long, with a globular hairy body and
“What in blazes are we going to eight long arms that continually
do now?” Cloud’s voice was harsh reached out and groped for something
with strain, and his haggard eyes de- to grasp and devour. It was hideously
like a devil-fish in miniature.
manded guidance of the man who had
instituted the wild soul-breaking Saul watched it for a moment in
quest. “I can’t conceive of any man- stunned silence, then lifted his head
ner in which we can extend our and turned to John Cloud. The gleam
search save by the porcelain of which of exultation was in his enormous
you spoke. My God, Saul any — eyes,and his voice shook as he cried,
“Look, John! Henry’s found it! A
microbe ought to show up in some
fashion, unless it’s so utterly minute devil-fish microbe. It’s a whopper,
it can’t be seen.” too. Now we’ve got to work like hell.
He got up from the table as he Look!”
spoke, removing with an idle hand Cloud grinne'd wanly at the ludi-
the small glass rod from the red dye. crous cry as he stepped quickly to the
As he did so, one drop of the crimson microscope and sat down to examine
fluid dropped on the small portion the grisly microbe. It writhed and
of blue-dyed pulp lying on a thin groped. Cloud shuddered involun-
glass slide by Saul’s microscope. Ked tarily and shifted the tube. Five
and blue the colors fused and turned other microbes of the same species ap-
a rich purple. No one noticed it but peared in the thin tube of glass. For
Henry Am. Idly, almost without a moment a breathless hush settled
THE DARK CHRYSALIS 763
grimly. “But it’s necessary ghastli- “I know that women like you are
ness. It isn’t exactly ethical. It’s a born but once in a hundred centu-
—
crazy thing to do but I’ll do it, of ries! Saul ’s arms gripped in a swift,
’
’
worked when I first began the big then shot at him a sudden question.
job, and I haven’t changed my opin- “But how do you know people can’t
ion yet. I intend proving it.” —
contract those microbes can ’t be-
Henry nodded, staring down at the come infected with them at any
little tube that held his flesh and the time?”
minute devil-fish. His faith in the “I don’t know,” Saul admitted
knew then its first spur
little scientist quietly. “But I believe their posses-
of fear. Those beastly little bugs sion to be a congenital condition.
were crawling around in his body, That’s something else I’ve got to
waiting the moment to upon
seize prove. But you are immune, now, at
some devitalized tissue and make of ( Continued on page 660)
—
A Five-Minute Story
THE FOURTH
DIMENSION
By CHARLES FORD
shadows flitting down the hill ahead I would, but I’m a little tired,’’ he
of them were just as they had looked said. “Just had a bad spill on the
from the lake. Out there several rac- lake and my head doesn’t seem quite
ing canoes like his own danced over right. Got a knock against the mast
the whiteeaps and heeled down be- going over. I think I’ll hunt up
fore the puffs of wind,, That puzzled Jimmy and get him to go out after my
him. His had been the only one of canoe.”
that type of canoe left on the lake be-
“If you don’t mind. I’ll walk down
cause they were thought pretty risky
with you for a cigarette,” Longdon
for such treacherous water. Golfers
said; and together they went down
drove off, several foursomes, and
the slope to the boathouse, Longdon
passed on up the course, but he didn’t
clipping dandelion heads with his
seem to know one of them. They
putter as they strolled along. Ripley
seemed to be having a good time, but
was aware of a certain restraint
there wasn’t any of the usual loud
about his companion, as if he wanted
chaffing about handicaps and bets.
to say something and didn’t quite
Even the caddies were subdued.
know how to go about it. They
Somehow things were different.
reached the landing, and sat down on
A tall man, with a long, clean-
shaven, pleasant face sat down beside a bench, looking out over the water
him, nursing between his knees a and smoking in silence.
formidable outfit of clubs. There was Suddenly Ripley saw a queer thing.
something about him that stirred Rip- It seemed as the pretty’ scene be-
if
ley’s recollections, but he couldn’t fore them and out there
rolled aside,
place him. Ripley nodded, however, was a dory where there had been no
and the stranger greeted him pleas- dory before. Three men were in it,
antly. dragging for something in the lake;
“I don’t thinkI’ve met you before. and alongside the dory was a cap-
You’re Mr. Ripley, aren’t you? My sized canoe, its green hull and a bit
name’s Longdon.” of white sail showing on the water.
Ripley stared a little. Where had Loiigdon looked at him sympa-
he heard of Longdon? There was a
thetically, but Ripley couldn’t under-
famous racing-canoe man of that
stand the look.
name; but somehow it stuck in Rip-
ley’s mind that the Longdon he was
“Why, that’s my canoe!” cried
thinking of had been in the navy dur- Ripley. “Jimmy must have
ing the war and had lost his life sav- What in the world are they drag-
ing a lot of others from an explosion ging for?”
on board a destroyer. This man Longdon said: “It is your canoe.
couldn’t be the same Longdon. Don’t you understand now?”
V XT
2
T WAS seldom that Charles face, and on it was sprawled the body
Breinbar was excited. That he of a man, seemingly dead. I looked
I was excited then meant two at Breinbar questioningly.
things :first, that the matter was “Yes, dead!” he answered my im-
vastly important; second, that no voiced question. “That is an old
crisis was immediately imminent, for friend, Amos Toble. Yesterday I got
in a crisis no man was ever more col- a letter from him. Said he was on a
lected than he. trip— ^up on the Dubaunt. Thought it
“ Yes ” He was speaking in the ex-
!
would amuse me to see him. And so I
plosive style which characterized him turned the dials for him. Saw him
when excited. —
“If we fail ^the tramping along. He came on a small
whole world dies. And for me it is animal, dead. Picked it up, seemed
— vengeance as well. Come Look and
!
puzzled. Picked up another, also
listen!” And he dragged me to some dead. It puzzled him. He walked
of his ai)paratus. Whirling the con- - on. Suddenly he stumbled. Seemed
trol dials, he motioned for me to to regain his balance. Then collapsed.
w'atch a screen. There was a rapid Quite dead !
play of lights and shadows, much as “I quickly turned the dials to the
though I was looking at the reflection ‘Q’ vibrations. They show tip what
on a ceiling of a water surface dis- we can’t see by ordinary light, you
turbed by ripples. Suddenly he know. I knew I would see his spirit,
reached the right combination. The but I did not expect to see it strug-
movement ceased and there was gling with Something Trying to get !
shown, plainly, a snow-covered sur- back into his prone body, while the
W.T.— 769
—
week. Told me the papers tell the ment which we found to be a trading
truth. So I have been watching it post. As we had sped northward in
on the screen here. I thought at fii'st the eery lighting afforded by our
it was a medical problem. Then I masks, a sense of unreality had grown
saw it kill Toble. It must have been upon me, whieh increased rather than
an inspiration, tuming on the ‘Q’ diminished when we came to earth
rays, and catching the Things in the
and w’alked the few hundred yards
act. So I spent last night studying it.
to the little trading station.
I think I know what is happening. There we had our first real news
But I need help. You are game to go of the “Death.” It had not yet
with me? Good ! It will be dangerous. reached that point, but that very
But you will have the satisfaction of morning a little Indian village some
knowing that you are taking a fight- twenty miles to the northwest had
ing chance.. If we don’t take it, we been found with its few inhabitants
shall allbe killed anyway. If we take lifeless, their bodies frozen stiff.
it, maybe ” He did not finish, What had been told in the papers was
but I could supply the end. seemingly true ;
at least the story
The net result of it all was that a which we heard there was just as it
THE ARCTIC DEATH 771
had been told in the press dispatches. framed more to bolster up his cour-
All morning Breinbar sat in the age than to obtain information.
shelter of a which we
little tent
‘
Don 't be a fool, man Get ready
‘
!
that, believing that we and all other planning, is that we had its use so
livingthings were doomed, I was long. When it failed, even Breinbar
with a sullen rage against the
filled appeared to lose hope for an instant,
Things and a smoldering desire to or at least to consider our prospects
close with them and die fighting, more despei’ate. We must win be-
hurting them as I knew I could hurt, fore our strength failed, for of course
after seeing the Thing which had we were virtually without supplies,
been the Scotchman cringe at the except the few rations of concentrated
touch of my body, food we carried on us. The one des-
perate hope to which we clung was
toward the center of the eery plain As I look back now, it seems pre-
where we began to see, looming up, sumptuous, two men matching
a single peak of barren rock. More strength against the concentrated
and more of those hellish balls of power of the intelligence of a world.
pestilence passed us, rolling over the But it was not. It was desperation.
snow-covered plain, and I saw that I The foi*ward struggle became end-
had been mistaken in thinking they lessly long and hopeless without end.
were simple balls without appen- The death and the cold of the plain
dages. It was true that there were and its dreariness entered into the
none except when one was needed for very soul luitil there was nothing but
some purpose, then they were able to the consciousness of the endless plain
throw out from any part of them- with its wheeling balls from the outer
selves grotesquely shaped limbs, to spaces of hell itself, and back in
any required length or so it seemed
; the darkness of our minds the dull
to us, to whom all portions of the compulsion, vague and intangible,
Things appeared alike. I might have but potent, that we must plod on for-
derived some comfort from the way ever if need be, and reach that bleak
in which they rebounded in evident monadnock ahead. And under the
distress when they inadvertently ap- unreasoning compulsion of that im-
proached us too closely; I did get a pulse we plunged dumbly on, ever
savage satisfaction from their pain, drawing nearer to the goal, yet our
but I was too deeply steeped in the progress was so terribly slow.
apathy of despair for any heartening And the balls came thicker. We ,
the moment, I did not care to look at thought came, “You Avant to know
It directly again. AA’hat Avemean to do. We
here in our
For it was quickly evident that the situation in the uniA-erse find our
point of light was the Thing we state unsatisfactory. We
see you and
sought. It spoke no language. How your Avorld, so wonderful, and you
could a point of light without body living in it like brainle.ss brutes. So
or vocal organs speak? Yet we easily Ave are trjdng, by the only means we
received the message It sent. And, have, to leave our Avorld and enter
conversely. Its answers, registered in yours. You must not think we are
our minds, showed that It understood murderers. Weare simply a higher
our thoughts, though It had no ears form of life supplying our needs.
to hear with. And as the realization You do not call it murder when you
of the fact came to me, I again kill a steer for food, for clothing.”
thought to myself, How can Ave con-‘
‘
“Yes, I know v’hat yoix ai'e do-
tend with an Intelligence which reads ing,” Bi’eiiibar interrupted harshly,
our very thoughts?” “But I AA'ill not grant the eases are
For It said, or at least the thought parallel. We hold that you are not
was communicated to us, “What do justified, either by your law or ours;
you expect to be able to do here?” that you ai’e committing murder
And the thought echoed in my brain. Avithout the jxistifieation even of
'
Nothing ”
‘
! necessity, just to gratify a foolish
The voiceless message went on Avish AA’hich if allowed to become a
“Now that you have seen me, hoAv fact Avill bring the destruction not
do you expect to destroy me, whom only of us but of your race as Avell.”
you can not touch, nor injure with Again the answering thought came,
your machine, which is only con- irritably this time: “You forget that
trived to annihilate matter such as it is the laAv of the Maker himself,
you knoAv it. It can not touch us.” He Avhom j^ou call God, Who directs
“No.” The voice of Breinbar all things, that there shall either be
startled me, as he spoke aloud, though progress or death. This is progress.”
the Thing had no ears. “But I have And back came the answer from
another Aveapon which can harm the man, with no slightest hesitation,
you.” “While you are talking of the
“You mean could harm me if you Maker’s law, AA’hy do you not remem-
could come close enough,” the In- ber that He created our Avorlds sep-
telligence .seemed to reprove him. arate, closed all the normal means of
“Yoax can not get close enough to get communication from one to the
other? Do you not think it was with
’ ’
in range.
I saAv by the sudden dejection a purpose? You think you can break
which had come OA’er my friend that those laws and not suffer? What
what It said Avas so. The Aveapon, about the one of your race Avho en-
AA’hatever it was,had a range far too tered the body of the Scotchman, Mc-
limited to reach to the height of that Intosh? You know how he was
dazzling point of light. were We changed to a devil incarnate. You
limited by the necessity for some- can not break the law separating our
thing material to stand upon, Avhile Avorlds and escape. If you persist
It Avas not. you can only bring destruction to
The next Avords from the Thing, if all.”
I can call such thoughts words, Avere “Enoixgh of this!” the ansAA-ering
sickening with their revelation, even thought Avas sharp Avith anger. “We
though Avhat I had already seen must will not argue. We are acting, and
have prepared me for them. The you can not prevent it. But in a
778 WEIRD TALES
short time you, too, will be dead. We ly.” He was silent a moment, then
can not harm you now, but we can broke out suddenly, “Now you, you
wait, while you can not. And I can just concentrate on one thought.
wait very easily when the prize is Whatever happens, keep willing that
your body, Breinbar. The meaning
’
’
It have no control over you. Will as
of that last sentence nauseated me, though your life depended on it,
but it must have brought a different which it will, that your intelligence
thought to Breinbar, for the Thing, remain in your own body. Never
reading his mind, warned sharply, drop the thought for a moment until
“Don’t think you can influence me it is oyer. Remember!”
in that manner.” “Yes, but you ” I was begin-
And then began a debate even ning again, but he interrupted me
stranger than what had gone before. fiercely.
For I heard only one side of it, but “Keep still! And hold that
there w’as no difficulty in supplying thought!”
the missing side. Breinbar no longer The forcefulness of his utterance
spoke aloud, contenting himself with seemed to paralyze my faculties for
thinking. the time. I was shaking as though
“I warn you, you can not suc- with a violent attack of buck-ague, as
ceed,” the tliought came into my I tried involuntarily to follow his
mind, from the Thing. A short instructions. But I could not, for
pause, witli Breinbar ’s rejoinder only suddenly I felt him go limp beside
having an existence in his mind and me and slump to the floor. Dropping
the Thing’s. Then again the thought: to my knees I was horrified to find
“Oh yes, Breinbar. I should have that there was no pulse to his body:
thought of that. Your mind, joined he was as dead!
with mine; it would be the richest Then began a time which was the
acquisition I have known. But you most terrible I ever experienced.
are deceiving yourself if you think The horror of the attack by the frozen
you will have power to sway my de- body of die old Scotchman was noth-
cisions. It is you w'ho will be over- ing in comparison. I was not old at
whelmed.” the time, only thirty-six, but when I
The meaning of it began to seep returned finally from that experience
into my brain, and I turned to Brein- under the ble^ monadnock my hair
bar with a start. “For God’s sake, was white and my hand shaking as
what are you going to do?” I asked, with palsy.
knowing in advance what the answer
would be.
know
And although I did
his answer, yet I could not re-
press the shudders of horror as he
A t first I was unable even to
imagine what was happening.
The Light began to behave erratically,
answered sharply. although I received no brain impulses
“It is our only chance. I believe from It such as It had sent before.
I can dissociate my own intelligence It seemed to expand until it filled the
and join it with that Thing of intelli- entire room, then contract to the size
—
gence. Then well, w'e can see. We of a pinpoint. Rhythmically it
are lost if we don’t; maybe lost if swelled and shrank, pulsating, and
we do.” while I could not see clearly in the
“But,” I objected, “how are you radiance, I did obtain the impression
going to do that?” that the balls themselves recognized
“I think I can. It will help me all the strangeness of what was taking
It can, for it will always welcome place. For they had arranged them-
.such acquisitions. It said so plain- selves in concentric circles, rank on
THE ARCTIC DEATH 779
rank, centered about that spark of dled in a heap against the wall, while
ultimate glory, and if they had pos- in my consciousness was a veritable
sessed limbs which could have been riot of conflicting thoughts.
designated “arms” I would have The sickening realization seemed to
thought their attitude was that of come to me that I had failed and that
prayer. my intelligence had been sucked out
How long the horrible glory of that of my body into the being of that
happening lasted I do not know. I parasitic Thing of souls. As the
was completely lost in it, forgetful nausea of that knowledge began to
of the admonition which Breinbar wear off I became conscious of some
had given me. BiU the recall came of the thoughts which were surging
with a shock. For suddenly it seemed through the ether. And I was sur-
there was something pulling at my prized to find that all was not har-
senses, as though something w'ere be- mony within that pool of intellect.
ing drawn from my brain.. With a For there were two factions, and as
burst of horror I remembered Brein- I began to get my bearings I recog-
bar ’s last words, and began to oppose nized that the outstanding intellects
my will to that which seemed to be among the pool still retained some of
bent on drawing the very life from their individuality, and that, instead
my body. of all being drawn from that strange
And then It spoke again, while plane of life and matter, there were
great drops of perspiration ran from many that represented intelligences
my forehead into my eyes, cold which had once had human form.
though the chamber was with a cold Then it became evident that the
like that of space. “You have lost!” dominant faction which had argued
the thought came clearly. “I have so cavalierly with Breinbar had made
Breinbar here and he has been sub- another slip when It thought It could
merged. It would be better for you absorb and submerge his mind within
to come, for it would be for you Itself. For it soon developed that
eternal life as an intelligence. You the other faction needed only the
must come!” leadership which Breinbar now sup-
And still I foxight against the idea, plied to spur it into triumphant ac-
the Thing itself; my being revolting tion.
against the coming desecration of The following time, hours maybe,
life. —
And a sudden gleam of hope or minutes, is indescribable. I can
came as I seemed to hear dimly in my only chronicle its results. At last,
consciousness a smaller thoxxght, en- after a space of time the length of
couraging. “Holdout! Hold out for which I have not the slightest idea
a time!” And somehow I did hold of, harmony was again restored, and
out awhile. But there is a limit to sanity with it. Realization had been
the strain that human neiwes can forced even on the most radical ele-
bear, and imperceptibly I slipped ment of the reservoir of intelligence
over the margin. that to pursue the mad course It had
The remainder of the awful experi- embraced would so disrupt the work-
ence does not lie within the memory ing of both worlds that all beings in
of observed fact. It has the seeming both would inevitably be extin-
of a dream, a dream, however, of such guished. But in the struggle I must
convincing reality that I am firmly confess I played the part of an on-
convinced that it happened in all of looker.
its impossible details. For I seemed And then quiet was restored, and
to be looking down upon our bodies, Breinbar was again speaking to me in
mine and Breinbar ’s, which lay hud- that mysterious wordless way. Only
— ;
FOG-FACES
By ROBERT S. CARR
Thei'e something more to fog than merely clammy water vapor
is
There are fat, pale, leering faces in the dark and lonesome places.
Where the graj'-white little demons in the night-mists love to caper.
There’s a Something gaunt and spectral that takes walks abroad in fog;
’Tis imcertain, I will ween it; It is ghoulish —
^none have seen It,
But we who walk the woods at night have heard It in the bog.
For you’d feel Its breath upon your cheek, and see Its eye-balls gleam.
And as it passed, the fog would twist like ghosts of little snakes;
The faces would start leering, you would see their wet lips sneering.
As their Master, gaunt and spectral, stalked away through the cane-brakes.
!
6iave
MORION
I rose to go, but he stopped me, “But that wasn’t enough. In that
“You can’t go; you can’t,” he said state itwas rank poison. I wanted
forcefully, his dark eyes fixing them- something that would keep life in the
selves on mine. “You don’t dare. I
might die.”
body while the soul die mind —
wandered at will.
I grinned, for he looked the picture
“Now, I’ve found it! Another
of health, but he went on hurriedly. drug, mixed with the first one. I’m
“When I heard you at the door, I positive it will work. I’m betting my
swallowed the contents of this bottle. life on it. But it’s not sure. There’s
It is a deadly poison, a derivative of
a chance.
opium I discovered myself. Smell
“I don’t know what will become of
it.”
me. I don’t know whether I shall
He handed me the vial, and I put
keep the voice you hear now, whether
it to my nose. It had a bitter, acrid
I shall see as I do now, whether I
smell.
shall hear as I do now.
“I you my word, doctor,
give this
is no joke,” he assured me. “Nor do I know how my body will
be affected. Perhaps, when my mind
Hesitatingly, I sat down again, and
leaves, my body will seem dead. May-
he began talking rapidly.
“The story is this,” he said. “I be it will seem to be in a coma.
must cut in short; I don’t know how “Those things I do not know.
soon the poison will take effect. Those are the things you are to
“For many years, as you may have watch.”
known, I have been trying to find “This is madness,” I internipted.
some means of dissociating personal- “Sheer madness. You will kill your-
ity —separating mind and body. self. I refuse to take any part
”
“Think what it would mean! I broke off in the middle of my
While my
body lies in this room, my sentence. Rocusek was dying before
mind would travel to the ends of the my eyes
earth in the fiash of an eye, as quick- His face took on a deathlike pal-
ly as my
thoughts could direct it. lor. Then there was a mighty con-
“Imagine it! We could see every- vulsion that shook his whole body.
thing, travel everjTvhere, without I leaped from my chair and rushed
moving from this room., We could for my medical bag in the hallway.
talk to a friend in San Francisco or With frantic haste I raced through
Hongkong without rising from our the hallway, madly punching the
chair. Can you see the immensity of walls for the light buttons, until I
the idea?” reached the kitchen. It seemed hours
“Yes,” I snapped. “It would be before I had drawn the water to make
wonderful. But it can’t be done.” a hypodermic of apomorphine the —
“It can! It can!” he shouted. most effective antidote.
“This will do it.” He shook the I ran back to the front room.
poison bottle aloft. Death met my eye
“I’ve found the drug. Opium, you I was certain of it. Rocusek lay
known, partially releases the mind huddled in a heap on the floor,
from the body. Yet the mind is not thrown from his chair by one of his
wholly free. It is still tied down. mighty convulsions.
“I conceived the idea of ‘cracking’ I felt for his pulse as I pulled bade
—
the atoms of opium making it a the sleeve for the hypodermic. There
hundred times more powerful. I was no pulse.
! ! — :
!
I but never had I been affected like I went cold all over. The sight of
this. Never before had I sat by and that waxy face threw me into a panic.
let a man die, watched him die and Murder! Already I could feel the
stirred no hand to aid him. noose tighten about my neck. I
My whole body shook with excite- choked.
ment. I think I nearly fainted. Fear made me leap to my feet. I
I lifted his body and carried it to would flee. Leave that damned body
a davenport at one side of the room. here. It was not my fault. I hadn’t
My thoughts were in a whirl. For a killed him.
! ! ! —
I opened the tonneau door, pulled SET to work digging the grave.
the body onto my shoulder. Even I Tlie clay was soft and spongy. It
then I wondered why it wasn’t stiff. was no work at all to dig in it.
It was cold and clammy, but rigor The spirit-man raved with fear,
mortis had not set in. That was the watched every spadeful I threw out.
only sign that life remained. No words can tell the anguish that
I dragged it out of the car. There was in his voice as he pleaded for
was a cry of pain. mercy, promised me anytliing, every-
“Look out! You’re twisting my thing, if I would only leave that body
arm!” screamed the man ^the mind — on the river bank, in the open air.
—that stood beside me. His pleadings maddened me, made
me work the harder. I think I was
I dropped the arm of the body,
and the man beside me sighed in re- partly insane as I dug that grave.
lief.
At last it was finished. I picked
up the body, threw it heavily into the
“I still feel eveiything, ” moaned
shallow pit.
the mind, the spirit, of Dr. Rocusek.
The spirit screamed.
I set off briskly through the “My arm! You’ve bi’oken my
tangled underbrush. arm!”
“For God’s sake, doctor,” he The spirit was on its knees now,
groaned. “It was a joke, I tell you, wringing its hands, begging for life;
a joke!” I laughed, threw a huge spadeful
I laughed, madly, insanely. It was of the sticky clay on that ghastly,
my turn now. pallid face.
For a quarter-mile I struggled Rocusek groaned piteously.
through twisting, thorny bushes, “Kill me, doctor! Crush my head
stumbled over hummocks of grass, with that spade. But don’t bury
ran against tree branches. me!”
Unceasingly, the spirit-man at my I threw another spadeful into the
side pleaded, prayed for mercy. grave.
From time to time he cried out in “Kill me, doctor! Kill me out-
pain as a thorn or a branch tore the right! Don’t torture me!”
skin of the body that I carried over Another spadeful.
my shoulder. “Ugh! For God’s sake! For
“You can’t understand, doctor,” God’s sake. I’m choking. The clay
he moaned. “I’m as alive as you is in my mouth! Ugh! It’s in my
are. I feel every pain that body throat! Mercy! Pity!”
feels. But this part of me ^my mind — Another spadeful!
—has no Body. I can not fight with “Give me a minute to live! One
you, touch you. Have mercy! Lay minute, for God’s sake! The drug
my body here in the swamps When ! is leaving me. It’s leaving! I’m go-
’ ’
the poison leaves I can enter it ing to be myself again !
More clay! I heaped it into the I tried to recall what had hap-
grave with frantic haste. pened. I remembered digging the
What was that? The earth in that grave, throwing that body in it, see-
grave seemed to move I threw more
!
ing it rise up to fight me.
dirt in, working like a madman. What a nightmare! What a hor-
The loose clay heaved. I jumped rible nightmare!
back. But —there was the In the
grave..
soft clay were the marte of Rocusek ’s
Out of the loose earth, out of the
shallow grave, rose Rocusek! heavy, blunt-toed shoes.
His face was contorted with My head throbbed. I had not got
anguish and rage. He snorted, blew that in a dream
the dirt from his nose, spat it out of Istruggled to my feet, looked
his mouth. His left arm, the broken about for Rocusek, or his body.
one, hung limp at his side. Nothing in sight.
kindliness with which she went finish, so that she might wash bis
about the performance of her daily dishes and tidy up the table after
tasks, or the cultivated discretion him, softly humming a tuneless lit-
with which she had laboriously tle .song, her mind entirely other-
learned to meet and neutralize the worldly.
changeable moods of her vicious Pierre, having finished his break-
father and slatternly, loose-minded fast, came straight to the point of a
mother. certain matter which he had been
cogitating for several weeks.
returned sometime during the small young tough who, with greater ad-
hours Wednesday night. On that vantages such as are offered to the
Thursday morning, after two nearly denizens of great cities in their
sleepless nights, unkempt, ugly as a wor.st aspects, might have shone as
bear with a sore nose, he pushed his a criminal of the lower type a —
way into the kitchen about 9 o’clock yegg, a killer for hire, the ready and
and demanded something to eat. effective tool of some brutal organ-
Kathleen brought him his food ized gang. As it was, he had taken
and he ate in a brooding silence. advantage of such opportunities as
She waited, sitting on the step be- presented themselves to his some-
low the open doorway, for him to what restricted field of develop-
792 WEIKD TALES
ment. He wasone of Levine’s “Get up out of that, an’ get to
crowd in the bootlegging operations, and clean yourself
hell out of here
a close associate of Pierre Godard’s. up. Steve’s cornin’ in about noon,
“What the hell’s the matter with an’ I’m goin’ to tell him it’s all set
you, now?” roared Pierre, eux-bing for him. Don’t you dast do nothin’
his voice slightlj" in view of his de- to spoil it, neither, you hear? Now
sire for secrecy. This was his look- git up, an’ beat it along an’ get your-
out, and none of Katie’s business. self prettied up.”
He could handle his own girl all by He seized her roughly by the
himself without his wife’s having any
shoulder, dragged her to her feet,
part in it. Benham had offered him
and shoved her through the door into
two hundred dollars to put it the hallway.
through for him, and that two hun-
dred he meant to have, as soon as— he
Upstairs in her tiny little room,
lay across the bed, bruised and
possible, too.
shaken, trying to collect her wits.
“Steve’s all right, ain’t he?
One refuge and one only occurred to
What’s the matter with Steve? Now her, for even under the stress of this
cut out this blubberin’.” Kathleen’s
unexpected manifestation of her fa-
lips were trembling in a colorless
ther’s known brutality she had no
face, her eyes big and bright with
idea of giving in to his demand and
the tears slie was forcing to remain
receiving Steve Benham as a suitor.
unshed. She knew the resources of
this brute of a father which an in-
Trembling, shaken in every fiber
scrutably unkind Providence had of her delicate body, but with her
inflicted upon her. almost unformulated resolve burn-
Pierre, his anger mounting by
ing within her like a bright, strong
flame, she dragged herself resolute-
leaps and bounds, glared at her, his
ly to her feet, and began painfully
ugly face rendered hideous by a sav-
to change her clothes. She had de-
age snarl, his clenched hand show-
ing white at the knuckles as he cided to go to Father Tracy for pro-
tection.
gripped the table’s edge.
“O daddy, I can’t, I can’t!” An hour later, very softly, she
Kathleen’s restraint had broken crept downstairs. It was past 10
down under this unexpected and o’clock, and she would have to man-
crushing blow. She sank down in a age to elude her mother. Her bro-
chair at the side of the table, and thers and sister had not been about
buried her lovely head in her hands, the house, she remembered, since
her body shaken with convulsive their breakfast time. Her mother
sobs. would be below. She had been out in
This weakening aroused all the the chicken-yard when her father had
half-latent brute in Godard. With a come into the kitchen for his break-
sayage curse, he seized Kathleen by fast. He had gone out immediately
the hair, dragging her face up from after she had come upstairs, prob-
the table, and with the back of the ably to report progress to Benham!
other hand dealt her several cruel She shuddered, and crept down the
and heavy blows. a mouse.
stairs like
She sank, as she shrank away, to She could hear her mother aim-
the floor, a shuddering heap of mis- lessly pottering about in the kitchen.
ery and pain. She slipped out of the seldom-used
Pierre rose, his anger partially al- front door and out to the gate and
layed, and looked down at her. He along the road. As she turned the
kicked her, but lightly, in the side. first corner, she met her sister
THE LEFT EYE 793
Eunice, walking beside one of the ning which he had inherited from
town-boys. his disreputable ancestors and which
“Where you goin’ all dressed had served him well in his many
up?” enquired Eunice, her pert face evasions of the officers of the law
alive with interest in this unexpect- of the State of New York, he did not
ed apparition of Kathleen in her drive through the neighboring small
best dress and Sunday hat. Kathleen village where Kathleen had met her
bit her lip. This was a wholly un- sister walking, but took a devious
expected, an entirely unavoidable, way through obscure mountain roads
misfortune. She was utterly unused to Villanova, the larger town which
to deceit. The truth was her only lay several miles inland from the
resource. lake shore and where Father Tracy
“I have to go over to Villanova to lived.
see Father Tracy,” she replied sim- He left his Ford several rods up a
ply. Eunice’s eyes opened wide in wood road at the foot of a mountain
astonishment. She said nothing, and near the edge of the town, and
Kathleen, walking as rapidly as she threaded his way through the more
could, passed the couple and con- obscure streets in the direction of
tinued on her way. the rectory.
It was not until noon that Eunice Very few people were abroad, but
arrived home, and Kathleen, with two when he arrived at the edge of the
hours’ start, could not be overtaken. back-yard of the parochial residence
he observed with a certain satisfac-
^ODARD, on hearing of his daugh- tion that the house was lighted in
ter’s destination, was, for the what he supposed to be the pastor’s
time being, nonplussed. He would study on the first floor.
have to think this over. It was a He had brought the automatic
wholly unexpected move on Kath- pistol which always accompanied his
leen’s part. Cursing her in his black professional journeys over the Cana-
heart, he betook himself, aeeompanied dian border, but his ride in the pure
by a fresh bottle of Levine’s commod- Adirondack night air, and the neces-
ity, to the bam, and spent the after- sity for concentration in driving
noon in consultation with the bottle. over the rough mountain roads, had
About 5 o’clock, having had a dissipated the effects of the two bot-
brief nap, and awaking in an ug- tles of cut whisky which he had
lier mood than ever, he came back consumed, to that degree that as he
to the house for another bottle, and approached the house with murder
with that he disappeared until dark. in his black heart, he did so with all
He did not come into the house for the native cunning he possessed keyed
his supper, and to the summons of to the last notch, and, indeed, in
his son Ernest he replied only with a state of almost preternatural cau-
such fervent curses that Ernest, tion. But within him, unleashed,
edified,returned to the house to burned the evil fires of rage, disap-
warn the rest of the family to leave pointment, and hatred against his
the “old man” alone. daughter and this good priest, which
About 10 o’clock, alone, he set out had seared and hardened his evil
in his Ford car. The family heard soul to the point where he would
him go, but this meant nothing to stop at nothing.
them. They were used to his blind Under the stress of this stimula-
rages and to his goings and comings tion,he decided suddenly not to use
at all hou]^. the pistol, and he looked about the
Exercising that Mnd of low cun- yard for a suitable weapon. The
794 WEIRD TALES
devil placed one to his hand. There, able blasphemies on his crusted lips,
near the back porch, lay an ideal foam in the corners of his mouth,
club, a section of thin gas-pipe left Godard was upon him, and the iron
that very day by the local plumber bar fell again and again until all
who had fitted a new section to the human semblance was gone and a
hand-pump which supplied the kit- heap of huddled pulp on the rapidly
chen. He picked up the pipe, which crimsoning floor of his quiet study
was about two feet in length, and was all that remained mortal of the
balanced it in his hand, a devilish kindly priest of God.
grin contorting his bleared features. Then, shivering under the fearful
Very softly he approached the reaction of his holocaust, Godard,
house on the side which lay in exercising the last remaining power
shadow, and took his stand under of the stimulation of his low cun-
the lighted study window. Cautious- ning, blew out the lamp, and as si-
ly he raised himself to a level with lently as a shadow slipped out
the lower edge of the window, and through the opened window onto the
peered through the transverse aper- grass beneath.
ture left by an imperfectly pulled-
down shade.
Kathleen sat with her back to him,
within two feet of the open window.
H e turned back along the shadow
of the house, but before he had
reached the open jmrd behind, he be-
On the other side of the table sat the thought him abruptly of the detached
priest. Kathleen was speaking. He wire screen which he had left lean-
craned his neck to listen, his teeth ing against the side of the house.
now, unconsciously, bared. He returned, catlike, and busied
“I think it would be better for me himself with refastening it. Just as
to go to the convent out there in the he snicked home the last of the four
West, Father,” she was saying, “for patent fasteners, footsteps ap-
as you say, the farther away I go the proached along the sidewalk from the
safer I would feel.” farther side of the house, and he
The priest made some reply, of ac- crouched like an animal against the
quiescence and approval, unintelligi- side of the house in deep, protecting
ble to Godard, who was now busily shadow. The footsteps, accompanied
engaged in removing with the deli- by two unconstrained voices, -and
cate touch of a repairer of watches, punctuated by raucous laughs, con-
the fasteners from the wire screen tinued past the house. Godard held
which separated him from his prey. his breath until it seemed to burn
It came out in his hands without within his breast, and, furtively, cat-
a sound, and before the priest had like, watched with unwinking, small
finished his remark, Godard was in eyes the two uncertainly-outlined
the room. Cursing frenziedly, though figures pass the house. At last they
still softly, for he was still under the were gone, and noiselessly he slipped
influence of his cautious obsession, again along the side of the house
he sprang like a tiger through the in the protecting shadow, and disap-
window, and with one terrific blow peared in the tangle of weeds at the
had crushed his daughter’s lovely end of the yard.
head like an eggshell. Again, by back streets, he thread-
Father Tracy, overcome with hor- ed his way tortuously toward the
ror and momentarily helpless in the mountain road where he had con-
face of this berserk attack out of the cealed his ear. As he stepped cau-
calm mediocrity of his side-yard, tiously out onto the main road which
was the next victim. With unspeak- led into the village of Villanova, he
THE LEFT EYE 795
almost ran into two large men who little town buzzed and seethed with
were standing, smoking silently, at it the next morning.
the roadside. Involuntarily he By 10 o’clock of that Friday, a
stopped, and the two turned toward posse was out after Godard, under
him. A blinding flash dazzled his eyes the direction of a deputy sheriff and
as one of the men turned the gleam of equipped with three automobiles,
an electric flashlight in the direction and had traced him as far as Wills-
of the furtive shape which had brok- boro Point by an imperfection in one
en in upon their meditation. At once of his tires, when the search was
Godard was recognized. abruptly terminated by finding the
car itself, which he had abandoned
It was the two men who had passed
at the side of the Point road, at the
the rectory while he was replac-
intersection of another road which
ing the wire screen in the window.
led down to the shore of the lake. It
Both hailed him by name.
did not require more than the very
“What you a-doin’ ’way out here average intelligence of deputy sher-
this time o’ night, Pierre?” came the
iff Maelear to come to the obvious
full bass of Martin Delaney.
conclusion that he had got across
“ Goshamighty ! Thought you was the lake and into Vermont, a con-
a ghost or somep’n!” It was the clusion corroborated by the state-
squeaky voice of Louis Le Grand. ment of an irate resident camper
Shaking in abject terror, the stim- who had been searching during the
ulation of his blood-lust entirely past hour and a half for a missing
dissipated and no longer supporting St. Lawrence skiff in which the
him, Pierre Godard could only camper had planned to go perch-fish-
stand, his knees shaking and knock- ing that morning, and which could
ing, and goggle back at his inter- nowhere be discovered.
locutors. At last, after the passage The posse drove back to Willsboro
of several moments, and a new look, station, and notified the Vermont
one of curiosity, had implanted itself authorities at Burlington, by tele-
on the faces of the two countrymen. graph. Then deputy sheriff Maelear
Godard managed to gasp, in a dry reported to his superior, who got in
throaty voice, not at all like his own, touch with Albany asking requisi-
something about a piece of business tion papers on the governor of the
here in Villanova; and not waiting State of Vermont for a fugitive who
to ascertain what effect his unusual had, the night before, brutally mur-
preoccupation might have upon De- dered his own daughter and a blame-
laney and Le Grand, he hastened at God.
less priest of
a kind of shambling trot down the But the Vermont authorities, al-
main road toward his hidden car. though they took due action upon
Both Delaney and Le Grand were the telegraphed information, which
very much mystified at Godard’s contained an exact description of
unusual behavior. The two cronies, Godard, failed signally to get on the
commonly bereft of all but the usual track of the fugitive from justice
topics of local conversation, which who had left the New York shore,
were anything but interesting, made unmistakably, from Willsboro Point.
the most of this mild mystery. There- Every usual precaution was taken,
fore it was very firmly implanted in and for some time it was surmised
their rather obtuse minds that there that Godard, familiar with the lake
could be only one possible author of shores from a lifetime of contiguous
the horrible crime which had been residence and from his professioixal
committed in the rectory, when the activities as a rum-runner, had man-
796 WEIKD TALES
aged to land on the Vermont side His one hope was that the crushed
and make his escape into the moun- and mangled bodies of his unfortu-
tains. The greatest puzzle was what nate victims might not be discovered
could have become of that St. until morning.
Lawrence skiff which he had dis- There was no good reason why
covered so opportunely. they should be discovered. The
Some of the clearer-headed of priest, as he knew very well, lived
those who set themselves to solve alone except for a superannuated
this problem came to the conclusion old woman who was his housekeeper,
that Godard, desiring to conceal and this ancient crone had unques-
from his piirsuers the point of his tionably retired for the night long
departure inland in Vermont, had before his arrival in Villanova. Be-
scuttled the boat near the shore’s ing ancient, and decrepit, she could
edge, which he could easily have be trusted to sleep through every-
managed, either by smashing a hole thing until morning. Barring a
or two after landing, weighting night-call for Father Tracy, the
down the skiff with rocks, and shov- chances were excellent that the bod-
ing her out into the deep waters of ies would not be discovered until
the lake or by doing the scuttling be-
;
sometime the next morning. It was
fore landing, and swimming ashore. now a little after midnight. It
At any rate there was, on the Ver- would be light around 4 o’clock. He
mont side, no trace either of the had something like four hours to
fugitive or of the delicate little ves- Avork in.
sel in which he had left the Ncav He speeded up the car along the
Y ork side. lake shore southward. He would go
“up the lake” — as the southerly
the reaction from the enormous moved with the caution of a lifelong
amount of bad whislcy he had im- habitude for concealment, now, he
bibed during the afternoon. struck another match and examined
the gull by its yellow flare.
He was, indeed, in the very depths
From the bird’s throat ran two
of reactive depression. He cursed thin streams of blood. The blood
softly and bitterly, with a despairing
stained his hands as he picked it up.
note of self-pity, as the webs, ever
The gull was warm, living. It
thicker and stronger, as it seemed,
struggled, sinuously, faintly, in his
appeared almost to reach out after
hands. All about it, about its head
him, to bar his way to effectual con-
and about its legs, and pinning its
cealment.
powerful wings close to its side, ran
At trembling in every limb,
last, great, silken swaths of spider’s web.
the sweat running into his
salt The gull muttered, squeakingly, and
parched mouth, shaking and weak, writhed weakly between his hands.
he observed that he was stepping With a scream he could not suppress
slightly downhill. His progress since he hurled it from him and attempted
leaving the upper edge of the cliff had to rush away from this place of hor-
been slightly ascending. He had ror.
reached the approximate center of But now, weakened by his ex-
the island. ertions, his forcessapped by long de-
Wearily he paused, and almost bauchery, his nerves jangling from
sobbing out his bitter curses, tore the terrific stress he had put upon
fretfully, with trembling fingers, at them that night, he could not run.
THE LEFT EYE 799
All about him the underbrush closed the boats were the boys from Camp
in, it seemed to him, as though bent Cherokee making one of their annual
malignantly upon imprisoning him boat-hikes to the four islands. Their
here among these nameless, silent, eoiu’se naturally brought them first
spinning demons which had de- to the island which has been called
stroyed the gull. “The Left Eye.”
He had hurled his matches away The St. Lawrence skiff, loosened
with that same flinging motion begot- from its primitive fastenings by a
ten of his horror. It was utterly heavy storm which had intervened,
impossible to recover them now. had slipped out several feet from its
The thick blackness had closed concealing underbrush.
down upon him again at the burning “Oh, look! Somebody’s out here
out of the second match. He could
’
already ! shouted
’
a sharp-eyed
feel the blood suffuse his entire body, youngster in the bow of the foremost
and then recede, leaving him cold. rowboat.
He shivered, as he suddenly felt the “Can’t we land here, Mr. Tan-
sweat cold against his sodden body. ner?” asked one of the older boys
Chill after chiU raced down his spine. when all eyes had sought out and dis-
He whimpered and called suddenly covered the skiff. “We have plenty
upon God, the forgotten God of his of time. Nobody ever comes to this
erratic childhood. island, they say, and most of us saw
But God, it seemed, had no answer the others last year.”
for him. A
soft touch came delicate- Consulting his watch, his mind on
ly upon the back of his clenched lunch ashore, the counselor in charge
right hand. Something soft, clinging of the boat-hike gave his consent, and
and silky, passed around it. Sud- the four rowboats drew in close to the
denly he shrieked again, and spas- spot where Godard had made his
modically tore his hand loose. But landing. Mr. Tanner looked closely
even as he struggled to free his hand, at the skiff.
a terrible pain seared his leg, a pain “I shouldn’t be a bit surprized,”
as though he had stepped under he remarked, slowly, “if that were
water upon a sting-ray; a pain as the skiff that was stolen from dowm
though a red-hot poniard had been on the Point a couple of weeks ago!”
thrust far into his calf; and then The boys chattered excitedly while
something soft and clinging fell upon the boats lay off the shore of “The
his head and he could feel the thick Left Eye,” Mr. Tanner considering.
strands of silk being woven remorse- It was not impossible that the mur-
lessly tlirough his hair and about his derer, Godard, lay concealed on this
ears. . . . island ! No one had hitherto thought
As he sank to the ground, his con- of such a possibility..
sciousness rapidly waning, the first Mr. Tanner came to a conclusion,
iXi n g i n g , composite, deliberate after rapid thought. He would take
strands went across his eyes. His last the skiff, thus cutting off the mur-
conscious thought was of his daugh- derer (if indeed he were concealed on
ter Kathleen’s soft, silky hair. . . . the island) from any probable escape.
So far it appeared a clear course.
T WAS not until nearly two weeks Two reliable, older boys, placed in
I came to light,
later that the skiff charge of the salvaged skiff, returned
when four large rowboats slowly ap- it to its owners, who promptly tele-
proached Les Isles des Quatre Vents phoned the sheriff.
from the direction of the lake side of Mr. Tanner conducted his protest-
the base of the Point. Crowded into ing flotilla across to the island which
800 WEIRD TALES
has been called “The Mouth” the — mere fraction ofits original bulk. It
island on which stood the hut, and swayed, held free of the ground by
where the boys’ temporary camp-site the heavy brush, in the brisk breeze
had been planned. The oars moved which was blowing “iip the lake”
reluctantly, for the boys wanted to from the cold north.
land and “hunt the murderer.” Mr. The grayish appearance of this
Tanner, whose responsibility lay in strange simulacrum of a human form,
another direction than the apprehen- which at first puzzled the men when
sion of criminals, preferred to pro- they approached to disengage it
ceed according to schedule. from the tangled bushes, was found
Two houi-s later a laden rowboat to be due to innumerable heavy
put off from the Point and ap- strands of broad opalescent silky
proached The Four Brothers. The webbing, webbing which had been
watching boys, thus, as it were, aug- w'ound about the head, about the
mented by the authorities, could be hands and arms and legs, webbing
restrained no longer. now frayed and torn in places by the
Mr. Tanner was able to manage it wind and the friction of the bushes.
so that his four rowboats followed One of the constables, a heavy,
the official rowboat to The Left ‘
‘
rather brutal-faced person, pulled
Eye.” Beyond that he could not at it and rubbed it from his hands on
conti’ol his Indians! his canvas overalls.
The boys nearly swamped their
“Looks for all the world like spi-
boats in their eagerness to disem-
'
der web,” he remarked laconically.
bark. . . .
and sank far into the enlarged hole. stick, set his foot on the dreadful
“My God!” they heard the sheriff thing.
say. The wind blew cold from the north
He played delicately with the stick, as the men, in a tight knot, half
as though working at something that dragged, half carried the meager body
the ground obscured. He twisted of Pierre Godard hastily out through
and worked it about in the hole. the retarding brush in silence, while
At last he drew it up, still care- a subdued and silent group of boys,
fully, gingerly. closely gathered about their white-
And on its end, transfixed, there faced counselor, hurried down the
came into the light of that morning declivity toward the edge of the cliff,
a huge, frightful, maimed thing, of below which they could see their
satiny, loathsome black, like the fur boats, floating down there in the clean
of a bat, with glowing salmon-colored water.
Schloss Aarberg.
My body
had been found and carried to
The two wounds
sound-AA’aves seemed to proceed from
a source Avithin the Avails of Castle
Geierstein, which they overfilled.
(one in the breast where the rapier The sound-waves deluged the room,
had entered, a smaller one in the deafening the wretched and fevered
back where it had passed out) man until he wondered at the peace-
Avere washed, and the corpse, shroud- ful breathing of her who slept at his
ed for burial, Avas laid in the chapel side.
;
He scarcely breathing;
listened, bride had fitted an aeolian harp; he
he tried to convince himself that it remembered the resonant box with its
was the blood throbbing in his ears; taut strings that answered to the
that it was a meaningless noise, not lightest wind in the tower. A
mouse
to be feared. He raised his head scratching on the wood or gnawing
from his hot pillow; he would as- one of the strings had produced the
sure himself that this was some strange noises. A mouse, a timid,
natural commonplace sound
and foolish creature, frightened at a foot-
merely that. He
opened his eyes. fall, had struck with terror the heart
The light from Sehloss Aarberg’s of the Master of Geierstein He!
death chamber smote them. He fell laughed aloud in his relief and the
back upon his restless pillow. Fear spiral tunnel caught up his laughter
of he knew not what parched his and answered, but with an intonation
throat and turned his vitals to stone. so diabolical that he abruptly ceased.
At last (as I had foreseen) the He was breathless, too, from the
doomed man arose in desperation, not quick ascent, and a little giddy from
with courage, groped in the dark for following the stairs around their cen-
his weapon, which he unsheathed, and tral shaft. And so he climbed more
very quietly turned the handle of his slowly, counting the windows, or ar-
chamber door. The sound rang in his row-slits, as he passed them. Of these
ears it was not loud yet it seemed to
;
narrow apertures there were four to
echo dowm the long, stone corridor, each round of the spiral, looking to
clear, metallic, insistent. the four points of the compass, and
Why must he trace that sound to its always as he passed three of these the
source? A
strong pull at the cord by light came pale and there was silence,
his bedside would bring servants but as he passed the fourth which
rimning to do his will. He could faced Castle Aarberg, the light was
not. He fancied that the clangor of red and the sound fell upon his ears,
the brazen alarm in the tense silence each time louder and more compell-
would be more terrifying than to ing.
go on. Sometimes he responded with an
He cautiously re-closed the door; impatient oath, at the last spiral,
quaking he picked his way along the though, with a laugh of relief; and
hall, guided by the row of windows as he sprang up the remaining few
which admitted a pale light from the steps to the circular room under the
courtyard. As he stole along the chill roof, his eyes, searching for the ffiolian
length of the corridor he heard no —
harp ^met mine.
sound but his own heart-beats, and as My eyes as he had seen them last,
he reached the spiral staircase of the my form as he had knowm it in life,
Burfffried, the highest tower of Geier- my rapier as it had vainly searched
stein, he sneered at his owm folly in for his heart; but it was unbroken
pursuing the fantasm of a restless now, and on the long, gleaming needle
dream. the red light from the window ran
He would go back; he would sleep back and forth like blood transmuted
off this fever! As he turned, once to quicksilver. He recoiled a step. I
more the sound pealed forth, down smiled ;
the smile with which one
the winding stairs and upon his head spurns a coward.
as if it would crush him. Uttering a fierce outcry like a mad-
A sudden thought flashed light dened animal, he flung himself at me,
upon his bewilderment and terror in ;
aiming at my heart the same thrust
the topmost window of the tower his that had served him so well once. —
!
Mainwaring, “sounds like a paradox. fetishes, and their own witch doctors,
But how do j’ou know?” it occurred to me that it must indeed
Chief, save me, and I will do all you man for seeing the fetish, Nogoni
ask me.’ broke in on my thought.
“I soon diagnosed his trouble and “ ‘Master, they would indeed kill
found that all he wanted was a dose any white man who saw the God, for
of castor oil, which I always carry already one white man is waiting
about with me for cases of this sort, death, which will come when the new
which are frequent. This I adminis- moon begins. He but touched the
tered, and told him he -would not die house in which dwells the new God.’
before dawn, and that I would see “ ‘What say you, Nogoni? Have
him just one hour after the siyi they dared set hands on a nu-hule
(cock) had crowed. (white man)?’
“I kept my promise, and of course “My face must have betrayed my
his pain had gone. anger, for Nogoni looked fright-
“ ‘Chief,’ he said, ‘you have saved ened.
“ ‘Master, that is what I have
me with your nasty abominations. I
•will keep my word. Command me, heard.’
and you shall have all my seven “Under these circumstances it de-
daughters as your -wives.’ volved upon me to rescue the white
“I hastily explained that I did not man, whoever he might be.
•wish his seven daughters as my -wives,
as I did not feel inclined to marry, “ CpoR some days through
I traveled
but he could oblige me by giving me the bush, and then crossing
some information concerning the new through an extremely thick belt of
fetish ofWindina. forest I approached Windina. I sent
“His face fell when I asked him one of my Vai boys forward with
but he kept his word.
this, some handsome presents for the
“ ‘Oh, Master!’ he began; ‘five chief, and also a present for the fet-
moons ago, I and N’Gesgi, the witch ish.. He
soon returned with the in-
solent message that I must not enter
doctor, and some of the elders of the
the village but that Bebioni would
village made a pilgrimage to Windina
to offer up prayer to tlie new God,
condescend to come to meet me. Pres-
ently arrived some Windina boys
and take presents. Oh, Chief! I may
not tell you of what I saw, for it is
with reciprocal presents, and a mes-
death to any white man to see the sage to the effect that Bebioni was on
God, for it is said that when a white his way. He arrived a few minutes
later with a retinue of warriors and
man sees the God of Windina, then
wives, and the elders of the villages.
shall terrible calamity descend on the
Mandingo people.’ On seeing my party they halted. I
“ ‘Can you not tell me, Nogoni, stepped forward and Bebioni did the
same.
what the God is like, whether it is “ ‘Chief,’ I said, ‘wherefore am I
small or large.’
“ bidden not to enter your village
‘Oh, Master! I should die if I when I come on a peaceful errand,
told you, for M’Bena, the -witch doc- and have sent you presents?’
tor of Windina, would order me to “ ‘Master,’ he replied, ‘you know
die.’ of the new God of Windina, and you
“At this I pondered to myself, for would set eyes on the God, but
I could see that I could extract no the good God has communicated to
more information from Nogoni. I M’Bena that no white man may defile
must unconsciously have been think- its presence.’
ing aloud, for -wdiile I was wondering “ ‘And wherefore to good M’Bena,
whether they would dare kill a -white the witch doctor, comes this madness
808 WEIRD TALES
that he bids the white man begone? N DUE course and with proper
Oh, Bebioni, you know the power of I solemnity I marched into the vil-
the white man, and if you kill one, lage with my twenty Vai boys. We
then will come many hundreds of were greeted with scowls, but were
others with sticks of fire which go not molested, and I was shown to the
pop-pop-pop, and will kill many score Guest House. Soon a messenger ar-
with a streak of lightning. Then rived asking me to meet Bebioni.
your Good God would blame Bebioni “I followed the messenger and we
for their deaths.’ arrived at a meeting of the villagers.
“He was visibly impressed by my Seated in a big chair was Bebioni,
rating of the powers of the European, who was surrounded by his wives,
and least of all did he like the men- and elders of the village. At his
tion of the blame being put on his right hand was the chief witch doctor,
shoulders by the Good God. Seeing who, I judged, and rightly, as I after-
this I pursued my advantage still ward foiiiid, to be M’Bena. Squatting
farther. in a semicircle round the chair were
“ ‘Bebioni, the natives of the village.
the stick of fire which “ ‘Oh, Master,’ cried Bebioni when
goes pop-pop-pop has whispered into
my ears that there lies in your village he saw me approaching, ‘I have in-
a white man.’ vited you hither in order that you
might tell the gun that goes pop-pop-
“His eyes fell before mine, and he
shifted uneasily from one foot to an-
pop that the white man is to be re-
leased. Fetch the white man
other.
“ “I was watching M’Bena ’s face as
‘Master, I know not of what you Bebioni said this, and if ever I saw
’
speak.
a face containing a look of cruel
“ ‘Bebioni, that stick of fire which vindictiveness and cunning it was
goes pop-pop-pop has whispered into then. I trembled for the white man.
my ears that when the new moon be- There was a stir as some of the na-
gins, that white man will be sacrificed tives returned with the captive. I
to the Good God because the white did not recognize the dirty face and
man began to lay his hands on the the unkempt appearance till the
building of the Good God. Further- prisoner gave a cheery laugh, and
more, if that white man die, then will then I knew I was face to face with
come many white men and the gun Allison Grey.”
willgo pop-pop-pop, and many lives The speaker paused and there was
will be lost.’ a quietness in the smoking room. Not
“ ‘Master,’ a sound was heard, until Mainwaring
he replied in a weak
voice, ‘the gun which goes pop-pop- found his cigar was out, and struck
pop has told you wrongly. ’
a match to relight it. Wilson, sud-
‘ ‘
Bebioni, already I hear the pop-
‘ denly discovering a waiter at his side,
ping of the gun and see many natives saying, “Did you ring, sir?” knew
dying, I see many white men seizing
then that it was the fourth time the
question had been asked, but the
Bebioni, and they throw a rope over
other three times it had not reached
the tree, and Bebioni is hanging by
’
his consciousness.
the neck.
“ ‘Master, he shall be “No,” he said irritably and waved
released.’ voice came from be-
him away, but a
“ ‘Bebioni will invite me into the
hind the four: “Yes, John, a 'Cura-
’
village. (joa.” The four looked up, and to
“ ‘Master, Bebioni wishes you to their surprize found several of the
stay in Windina.’ members had come in during the
THE CHOKING OP ALLISON GREY 809
story and had drawn up to listen. Bebioni and M’Bena halted them just
“Go on, Bellehambers, don’t mind us, in time.
“ ‘Peace!’ called out Bebioni in a
we won’t interrupt,’’ said one of the
newcomers, and he went on: “But huge voice. I have granted the
‘
you were all so absorbed that you did white man his liberty.’
not notice me, and I was so interested “The natives sullenly squatted once
I took the liberty of listening.” more, but many were the scowls that
“That’s all right,” said Belleham- Grey received.
bers with a far-away look in his eyes. “Then M’Bena spoke. ‘Listen,
Presently he continued. white man,’ he said in quiet tones,
“You can imagine what a surprize ‘listen, you who put hands on the
I had when I found that the white house of the Good God, and look at
man I had rescued was our old friend me.’
Allison Grey. “Grey looked him in the eyes, his
“ ‘Hullo, old chap!’ he yelled over
lips and nose sneering. M’Bena ’s
to me in English, ‘you didn’t expect glance caught and fixed his eyes to
to find me here, did you? Say, his own, and Grey stood there bound
though, who won the Derby?’ by a stronger will than his to look
“You all know the kind of ass Grey into M’Bena ’s eyes, while M’Bena in
was, but he was no coward. I think slow monotonous tones recited the fol-
he would have made a joke with his lowing: ‘Listen, oh doomed white
executioner had he ever been hung. man, listen to the edict of M’Bena,
“Bebioni now spoke. ‘White man,’ the witch doctor, the devil doctor, the
he said to Grey, ‘you, who put hands right hand of Bebioni, the chosen of
on the sacred building of the Good the Windina, and serv^ant of the Good
God, you should have died. Ay, and God, listen to me, I say by the grace
:
you would have died on the first of Bebioni, chief of the Windina in
night of the New Moon as Ndyara the Mandingo country, you, who have
(the lion) uttered his first hunting mocked the Good God, shall suffer.
call, if Chief Bellehambers had not No native hands shall touch you, for
told me of the gun which goes pop- we fear the pop-pop-pop gun, but
pbp-pop. Had you set eyes on the you shall die. Yes, you shall choke
Good God nothing would have saved to death. On the fii’St night shall you
you, for the Good God would have fear much and sleep not, on the sec-
protected us from the pop-pop-pop ond night less fear shall you feel,
^m.’ and on the third be quite easy, and
“All w'ould have been well now, for mock the Good God once more. But
Grey was free, and Bebioni in a good on the fourth night you shall dream
temper. We could have left at once, of being choked, and wake to find it
and Grey w'ould have lived to have but a dream. Then shall you rejoice.
told this tale, but like the cheerful On the fifth night once more you
idiot he always was, as usual he put shall dream and once more wake still
his foot in it. to feel the fingers choking. On the
“ ‘Pah!’ he cried, and snapped his sixth night no sleep shall you get for
fingers, ‘I don’t care that much for the fear which will consume you, and
your blessed old God! It can’t harm on the seventh night, when the new
me!’ moon rises for the first time, then
“Pandemonium broke loose, for the shall the unseen fingers of the Good
natives rose up with a shrill yell and God strangle you till breath ceases,
in another moment they would have and you will know the power of the
rushed us both, and neither of us Good God. Chief Bellehambers shall
would have lived another second, but live, for he respects the Good God,
810 WEIRD TALES
and the Good God is pleased with the carefree devil, as brave as you make
presents whicli the chief sent. Thus them, and as careless as a yasiri
says M'Bena, the witch doctor, the (hippopotamus) . By this time he was
devil doctor, the riprht hand of Be- ridiculing all that had happened in
bioni, the chosen of the Windina, the Windina, and treating it all as a huge
servant of the Good God.’ joke, just as M’Bena had
said he
“The chant came to an end and would. I must admit, however, that
Grey shivered, and I could see the I, really did not feel any real
too,
sweat pouring from his forehead. alarm, because I did not see how a
Slowly he turned away, and in his man could be strangled without the
eyes I saw a great fear. aid of a human agency, and it was
“We left Windina soon after- only natural that the queer effect
ward, and made for the coast again. which the wutch doctor’s recitation
Poor Grey never said a word for had had on us should wear off with
hours. The Vai boys also were quiet tlie passing of time. Therefore on
and every now and again would give tlie third night Allison Grey mocked
in his voice. ‘Who’s been in this pease him I set one of my Vai boys
place?’ on guard outside the door.
“I struck a match, and by its “Several hours afterward I was
flickering light found that with the awakened by terrible screams. Jump-
exception of our two selves the Koom ing up hurriedly, I lit a torch and
was empty. ‘No one,’ I replied, and rushed over to Grey.
thus questioned him in turn: ‘What “ ‘Drag him off, Stanley!’ he
man?’
ails you, yelled; ‘the beggar’s choking me! I
“Having satisfled himself that the can’t breathe!’
hut really was empty and that no “His voice sank to a husky whis-
one, apparently, had entered, he per while his hands clawed at his
calmed down and went on to tell me throat. I rubbed my eyes, but there
that soon after he had fallen asleep was no one to be seen. I shook Grey
he dreamt that M’Bena had entered by the shoulders and his antics
the hut, and putting his knees on his ceased, and sanity returned into his
(Grey’s) chest had clutched him by eyes. He grasped hold of my hand
the throat and commenced throttling as a drowning man would grasp a
him. straw, and sobbed.
“I persuaded him that it was noth- “ ‘Stanley,’ he moaned, ‘why
ing but a dream and at length he fell didn’t you kill him?’
asleep again.
“ ‘Who?’ I asked.
“The next day we bid Nogoni “ ‘M’Bena. He was on my chest
adieu, and I really believe he was choking me.’
sorry we were going, for he had taken “I examined him for signs of
a liking to me. He was not a bad malaria but could And no trace of
sort, either, and his sense of humor fever. ‘My dear old Allison,’ I said
was undoubtedly strong, even for the to him gently, ‘no one has been in
natives, who are as a whole decidedly this house since we both came to-
humorous, although perhaps some of gether,’ and I called the Vai boy,
their more subtle humor would not who corroborated my statement.
appeal to the European taste. Nogoni “I decided that we had been
advised me to sleep at a village at marching too much, and the heat
which his sister’s husband was chief, was affecting Grey’s brain, so I made
and as it was comparatively on my up my mind to stop for three days at
way, I decided to do so, and one of —
the village we were in I forget its
Nogoni ’s men came with us. name at the moment. Grey seemed
“During the march Grey several rather glad.
times referred to his dream of the “The following morning he was
previous night, and in some uncanny even more depressed than the day be-
way it depressed him, for his spirits fore, and he just sat and shivered the
were very low; although why a bad whole day long. When night came
dream should depress a person for he begged of me not to go to sleep,
the following twenty-four hours is and to oblige him I said I wouldn’t,
beyond my comprehension. but my flesh or brain was stronger
than my will-power, and I fell asleep.
“TTaving found Nogoni ’s sister’s Nothing awakened me, however, but
husband, we slept at his vil- when I awoke in the morning I found
lage. Grey had not slept a wink, the whole
“Grey seemed a bit afraid to go night through, and his eyes had sunk
to sleep, but after some persuasion I in and his cheeks were hollow.
made him realize that no one could “He clung to me like a little child,
get in without my
hearing, and to ap- and when the Vai boy brought some
bl2 WEIKD TALEb
breakfast in, he scarcely liad strength “The. night dragged on slowly. All
to lift the spoon to his mouth, and the surrounding jungle was awake,
half of the food slopped over the side and I could hear the animals uttering
and messed down his trousers. their different hunting cries. Instinc-
“In vain I tried to cheer him up tively I waited for the roars of the
aiidtell him Ave \vould soon reach lion. Once I heard him giving a
the coast, and then England. Nothing long wailing cry as he called for his
could move him, and he just clung to cubs and mates to follow him, and I
me and moaned and sobbed. looked sharply over to Grey, but
“ ‘Don’t let him come tonight, nothing happened
Stanley Shoot him if he comes near.
!
“Then suddenly, arising above all
For God’s sake protect me!’ And other sounds of the jungle, I heard
that is how he kept on the whole day the roars of His Majesty as he hunt-
long. I offered him a native-made ed, and it sounded like the deep re-
cigarette, made by one of my Vai verberating rolls of distant thunder.
boys out of native tobacco, but he “ ‘My God! my throat! He is at
turned it round and round in his fin-
my throat!’ Grey yelled out, and a
gers and looked at it as if he had
faint beam of the New Moon shone
never before seen a cigarette. When
through a crack in the door. He
I placed it in his mouth and lit it he
threw himself on the floor, rolled
puffed at it two or three times and
about in wild paroxysms, and clawed
then threw it away.
own
at his throat.
“The long day dragged painfully ‘
Get hold of his arms ’ I shouted
‘
‘
!
on and on. The midday meal w'as to the terrified boys. They did so,
brought in, and this time Grey would and required all our combined
it
not touch it.. As
the afternoon drew
strength to hold him down. There
on his mind partly broke, and he took was a gurgle in his throat, and his
me for M’Bena, and seized my throat. eyes rolled fearfully. Then as the
I struggled in vain ; with the strength
loud roar of the lion died away I
of a madman he treated me like a
heard the death rattle in Allison’s
baby, and had it not been for some throat.
of my boys entering at the sound of
the struggle my life would have been
“I struck a match, and on the skin
were two purple blotches just as if
ended there and then. This I treated
Grey were strangled to death.”
as a lesson, and so I arranged for
six of my boys to stay up and look
“ A JOLLY fine yarn, but a pure co-
after him diiring the night.
“As darkness fell he recovered his incidence,” said one of the
sanity, and also his fears, and he members who had been listening.
cowered in a corner, covering his “Perhaps,” answered Belleham-
face with his arms. bers slowly.
— —
exact moment we had always seen was what puzzled you awhile ago,
her. We planned to make our Time Frank? Well, now we used that
before reaching her, coincident with Time-change mechanism.
hers of that given instant. Eemem-
“It brought us new sensations. A
ber that. Consider then At this other
a queer humming lightness
:
shock,
instant when now we were trying to
pervading the vehicle, the air, our
see her through the myrdoscope, our
Time-rate had carried us about 8,000
own bodies. A lightness as though
almost we were mere shadows of our
years into earth’s future. But also,
it had carried us some forty minutes
former selves. Specters, a ghostly
into the girl’s future. vehicle, humming with an infinite
vibration.
“Not science now. Metaphysics,
—
perhaps and certainly Theology, “Presently that all wore away; or
at least we grew used to it so Aat —
and Theosophy. We were destined to
be with the girl during those forty had there been anjdhing in Space to
minutes. And we could not now look see, as very soon there was, ourselves
ahead and see ourselves see our fu- — —
were the substance all else the
ture actions. shadows.
—
;
plane; and of every size and general doubtless normally of the same size
extent. Some were small, a few thou- only momentarily did they happen to
sand light-years like our own. Others be different. Wait, Frannie,
. . .
immense; one which seemed 500,000 please! I can’t tell it to you any
light-years at least in diameter. faster. . . . The Inner Surface became
“We reached ultimately a maxi- visible to our telescopes at about
mum velocity of about 90,000 light- 4,900,000 light-years. realm of A
years an hour. We had previously land and water. Vegetation. Strange
gone 150,000 light-years from earth. of aspect, yet normal too. It
We traveled some eighty additional stretched beneath us in every direc-
hours, not all at the maximum for — —
tion a huge concave surface.
possibly half that time we were “We kept our size, but using the
steadily accelerating. And at a total repellent force of this Inner Surface,
of 4,750,000 light-years from the I gradually cut down our velocity.
earth, a faint glow of seeming phos- Down more and more until that last
phorescence showed in the blackness light-year or so took us a week to
beneath us. traverse. The girl. Father, is ap-
“There was a universe to one side, proximately 5,000,000 light-years
ahead of us. But this was a different from here. We —
our earth may be —
light. A radiation from the Inner near the center of the void. I don’t
Surface itself. The Inner Surface of know. Perhaps we are much nearer
the hollow little atom within which the girl’s side. It isn’t important . .
all this Space and its infinitesimal “The Inner Surface at last lay
whirling electrons is contained. They close beneath us. It took us an addi-
3 ! —
in Space, spinning like a top on its the city ribbons of roads wound out
axis to make your infinitesimal days over the hills.
and nights traversing its entire orbit “A sylvan landscape, with an air
—a
;
complete revolution around its of quiet peace upon it. I felt a sense
little —
sun more than three times of surprize. This was not modern-
every second ity; nor a civilization more advanced
“With these other standards, then, —
than our own nor yet was it bar-
I want you to visualize us as we sat barism. Later I knew it was deca-
on the floor of the vehicle gazing dence. A people who once had been
down tlirough the lower window. We far up the slope of civilization, over
were, say a hundred miles above the the ])eak, and now were coming down
Inner Surface, just entei’ing the up- upon the other side. The peaceful,
per strata of its atmosphere, and fall- restful ease of decadence, which to
ing gently downward. Beneath us complete the inevitable cycle of all
lay a broad vista of land and water; human life ultimately would again
vegetation; forests; here and there bring them to barbarism.
patches of human habitation houses, — “We saw these details as we fell
villages. It was a strange, iTnfainiliar gently toward the crescent lake. You
landscape, yet not unduly abnormal. vnll notice I have not mentioned color
In every direction as we dropped— in the scheme, nor movement. Our
—
closer it spread upward to our hori-
W. T.—
Time-mechanism was operating. The
a —
for the growth. We adjusted the him no more than three feet tall
as
mechanisms; and in a few moments at our appearance he straightened.
of growtli we had reached the de- Stared at us. Surprize, then fear
termined point. We shut off the swept his ugly hairy face. He shout-
switches the vehicle
;
fell its few ed something to his tiny companions.
inches to the ground. . . . “Martt’s hand went up; he fired
“The scene clarified. We were in his cylinder. But he was confused
a somber forest of dull, orange-col- and the nearness of the girl to his
ored vegetation. Above us was a mark made him aim high. The bolt
deep purple sky, with a few drifting missed; lodged harmlessly in a tree
clouds, and stars gleaming up there with a ripping of its bark. I rushed
in the darkness. They were the stars forward to seize oiir adversary, but
of that last universe we had passed; he eluded me, leaped over the girl. I
unnatural of aspect, for they seemed was afraid of trampling her —
unduly close and unduly small. —
stepped backward clutched Martt,
—
“It was not day nor yet was it fearful of what he might do.
“It had all happened in a moment.
night. A queerly shimmering twi- The dwarfs had vanished; biit the
light shadowless, for the light
;
girl and her assailants were now, we face and he was grinning, I saAv his
knew, in full motion. With the flash
hand go swiftly to his mouth. Had
cylinders in hand we stepped hastily he taken more of his strange drug?
from the vehicle doorway. Had he warned his tAvo companions to
“The forest trees were saplings do the same ? b think so, for before
no higher than ourselves. We my eyes he Avas SAviftly diminishing in
size. I knelt carefully beside the girl.
plunged through them, came to the
other glade. The girl was sitting up
—
Her figure smaller than my
foot and
with hands pressed to her breast in —
near it Avas hiiddled into a little ball,
—
terror a tiny figure of a girl not as
her head against her upraised knees.
She may have fainted I did not heed
long as my hand. The dAvarfs were ;
—
momentarily seen them raise their
hands to their mouths. But they had CHAPTER 9
dwindled so fast, they were lost in a
moment. “DWINDLING GIANTS FROM
“The girl was unconscious, lying LARGENESS UNFATHOMABLE”
there in a huddled little heap. Gently
I raised her, held her in the palm of
my hand. She was white as a little
T here was not one of us who would
have interrupted Brett when he
paused to light an arrant-cylinder
—
waxen figure white and beautiful;
and to choose what next he would tell
and so small I scarce dared to touch
her with my huge rough fingers.
us. He was speaking softly, reminis-
cently, and with a curious gentleness.
“Martt brought water from the
“I carried her to the vehicle,
lake. I rested my hand on the
showed it to her. Obviously she could
ground, with her still lying in it. And
understand nothing of my words but
then presently she opened her eyes.” ;
other time or Martt will tell you. . . invaders from that greater world.
It was all so beautiful so ro- — —
Our appearance our own power to
mantic. . . —
Music their strange, beau- change size which perhaps he ob-
tiful arts —
Music as Leela’s father served there in the forest-^must have
—
gave it Art to take the place of frightened him. The invaders van-
Science and Industry. You ask . . ished. But at the end of those
Martt to tell you about the dancing months we lived there another of —
the pageants, if you want to call them these giants was seen.
that, to which we went so many times “They’re coming back again ^to —
with Leela. But just now I’m tired threaten Leela and all her people! I
—
.
but its characteristic color-bands was what was not said that held a
guided us.” pathos I shall never forget. An out-
What hesaid about outrunning the ward attempt at lightness. Martt
light-rays made me think
of the laughed, “Give my love to Leela.”
myrdoscope, the image of that girl And Frannie said, “You tell her I’m
which they had received here on jealous because she’s so beautiful.”
earth before the voyage that image — Just before Brett closed the door
of the vehicle. Dr. Gryce spoke the —
had crossed a space 5,000,000 light-
years in extent. But when I men- only thing he had said for an hour
tioned it, he explained: past.
“The myrdal rays are not light, “You’ll be sure to come back,
Frank, but only akin to it. Their Brett? Within the month, lad?”
velocity —
why, light beside them is a “Oh, yes. Yes, Father dear.”
laggard. We have no way of com- —
“Well good-bye. .” .
slowly!
little month of anxious
watching and waiting passed so
And yet so quickly, as one
those outlying starry universes, and by one its golden moments of hope
when we left the Inner Surface, I drained away..
made the vehicle larger instead of Brett did not retiirn. A month,
smaller. The void of Space shrank then a year, while Dr. Gryce made
until about us 'the universes were me leave the Service, to enter his,
clustered like little patches of mist that all my time might be spent in
tiny areas of glowing star-dust. I watching.
saw our own, with its spectrum of A year; and now another year has
the aural ray, quite readily. And passed. Brett would return within
had reached it with a voyage of a the month. With his Time-mechan-
few hours —and then reduced our
ism unimpaired, no delay out there
size.”
in the Beyond could have affected
“And your Time,” I said. “Brett, his return to reach us during that
I didn’t see the vehicle until it was fii*st little month. With that passed
almost entering the earth’s atmos- and gone, reason could only show the
phere. —
And just for an instant
seemed not solid, but like a vague
futility of expecting him ever. Yet
it reason plays so small a part, when it
gray ghost. Then suddenly it ma- would seek to kill hope.
terialized.
’ ’
—
The aural ray still bums ^brave
He smiled and nodded. “Yes. little beacon striving to pierce in-
That was when I took the earth’s finity. Beside it, for those long, un-
normal Time-rate.” reasoning hours of vigil. Dr. Gryce
The family joined us; we said no sits and waits; silent, grayer and
more. And that night Brett left us every day visibly older. The possi-
for his solitary voyage. I would not bilities of what could have happened
set down here in detail those last
— —
to Brett that myriad of futile hu-
good-byes. Emotion repressed it —
man conjectures we have long since
824 WEIRD TALES
ceased voiciu?'. Alone, I sometimes back to us. Will he ever come? I
speculate. Has Brett gone on into wonder. My brain, with its logic,
that outside world of which we all says he will not. But my heart says,
are only a tiny atoin*? What is he “Might he not come tonight?” Or
doing? And then I toll myself, what with tonight passed, then tomorrow
is it to me, sas'c that it concerns he w’ill be here. Thus hope runs on
Brett? The myriad, unfathomable and on, daunted but never broken.
happenings of Eternal Time in In- Blessed liope, to make possible a cour-
finite —what
Space I'ighthave I, one ageous living of this little life until
tiny mortal, to probe them? we ourselves are plunged into that
The beacon burns to guide Brett glowing Infinity of the Hereafter.
[THE END]
GHOST LORE
By GERTRUDE WRIGHT
There are Things we dare not name,
There are formless, nameless Things,
Silent Shapes with sable wings.
Born of Shadows and of Shame,
See them winding wo-bedight
Through the labyrinths of Night.
Creatures pallid and forlorn.
Crawling forth from new-made graves.
Riding on the winds and waves.
Other creatures yet unborn.
See them winding wo-bedight
Through the labyrinths of Night.
Progeny of Doubt and Fear,
Some walk headless o’er the hills.
Some are great, eternal Wills,
Working evil everywhere.
See them winding wo-bedight
Through the labyrinths of Night.
Writhing, twisting, serpent Things,
Coiling through the sultry skies.
Plashing, rolling, greenish eyes.
Flapping, flaming, fiery wings.
See them winding wo-bedight
Through the labjuanths of Night.
Moaning, shrieking, sighing souls.
Wailing, whining, whirling forms,
Like the voice of vanished storms,
Their despairing anthem rolls,
See them winding wo-bedight
Through the labyrinths of Night.
Vie Dream that cameTrae
“ ‘Her end was curiously sudden, me for the succeeding year. But he
poor thing,’ said the woman in gos- was insistent. It was not for him-
siping fashion. ‘She died quite un- self, he said, that lie wished my ser-
expectedly, you know.’ vices, but for his fiancee, a girl of
“
‘Yes,’ I murmured, though I had twenty-five. Always since
liable,
been told nothing. childhood, to nervous attacks of ob-
“ ‘We thought it was nothing but scure origin, these had developed,
a congested chill until she died in during the past three months, into fits
Florida. Strangely, too, her last of imbecility, during which she be-
words seemed to be about you. We came almost an automaton and mani-
fancied that she tried to leave some fested the most extreme aversion for
message for you, but we could not un- him. Her friends and family had even
derstand her. It was some phase of spoken of the necessity of placing her
the delirium, I suppose.’ in some institution unless she could
“A new phase of my life opened be cured. He happened to have heard
up on that daJ^ Marion had thought of me ; would I assist him ?
of me at the end; then she had al- “The young man’s earnestness, his
ways loved me. solicitude for the girl impressed me,
“I might have known her better and I consented to take her case in
than to have doubted that her love hand. To my surprize I found that
could eliange. That her married life my patient was none other than Ethel
had been neither happy nor unhappy Strickland, the girl whom I had
I had suspected; clearly this was not treated some dozen years before. I
one of those unions that seem to looked long and I fear unprofes-
transcend the limitations of our .sionally to discover whether I could
mortality, that are not severed by discern Marion ’s unforgettable ex-
death. And at the end her thoughts pression in the eyes, but the heavy
had tiirned back to me. Thencefor- pupils merely stared back at me list-
ward I had a new impiilse of joy in lessly and indolently. They were not
my work; from that time, too, I be- Marion’s. As the young woman was
gan to look forward to the day when at that time in the enjoyment of nor-
much that is hidden from us will be mal health I left instructions that she
revealed and death will no longer was to be brought to my office im-
sever. That was the beginning of my mediately if a crisis occurred, and I
psychical work. went away.
“It must have been two weeks
years slipped by and found later, just as I was about to close my
me
still steadily at work, and office and go to bed, that a loud peal
with an increasing amount of pa- at the bell startled me. The servants
tients and of reputation. I had sought having retired, I oi^ened the door in
in vain to communicate with IMarion person, and ushered in the young
through all the recognized mediums. w’oman. It had been raining hard
Though her inspiration remained and her outer garments were soaked
with me, once again her outward with water. She did not attempt to re-
memory had grown weak. move her coat, however, nor respond
One evening a young man called to my proffered assistance, but ad-
upon me in my consulting room. vanced into the center of the room
“ ‘I do not see new patients,’ I in- and stood staring at me blankly, as
formed him, for at that time I had one bereft of i-eason.
already begun to withdraw from ac- “I had seen similar cases previous-
tive practise in preparation for the ly and diagnosed it instantly as tem-
professorship which had been offered porary aberrancy of personality. It
828 WEIRD TALES
was one of those rare eases in which hallucination, I took up my work
a portion of the conseionsness be- once more. But I was to see my pa-
comes submerged, so to speak, leaving tient again. For a time the hypnotic
the patient in forgetfulness as to the suggestion was effective. Then en-
most simple matters connected with sued one of those little lovers’ quar-
her daily life. Usually such cases rels which are apt to occur among the
submit readily to mild hypnotic most devoted couples. It was a triv-
treatment. I placed Miss Strickland ial matter enough and yet sufficient,
under hypnosis, to which she readily in her weak state of mind, to induce
3delded. in the young woman another of her
“ ‘Who are you?’ I asked her. attacks. One evening, about the
“ ‘Wliy, Doctor, I am Ethel Strick- same time as before, I was again
land,’ she answered in some suiTjrize, about to close myoffice and retire
mixed with a slight resentment. for the night, when again the bell was
“ ‘Why have yoii come here?’ pulled, and the girl entered in the
“ ‘Doctor, did you not leave in- same dazed and perplexed condition.
structions that I was to come to you Again I induced a slight state of
as soon as I experienced one of my hypnosis and questioned her.
attacks?’
“ ‘Who are you?’ I demanded.
“And all the while I was staring “This time the young woman ap-
into her eyes, searching into the peared perfectly indignant.
depths of them. But they were not
“ ‘Are you trying to make a fool
Marion’s eyes. of me. Dr. Brodsky?’ she asked. ‘You
“ ‘You did quite right,’ I answered asked me that question not two
her. ‘You are well now. You will minutes ago, and I have just told
never have another of your attacks. you that I am Ethel Strickland.’
Wake up!’ “All her intermediate life had
Instantly an expression of aston- been wiped out it was as though she
;
ishment passed over her features. The took up the threads of this personality
waking soul had no memory of what again where she had dropped them.
had occurred during the period of “ ‘And you have come to me be-
hypnosis. She gave an exclamation cause you had another of your at-
of fear; then, recognizing me, seemed tacks?’ I queried.
reassured.
“ ‘Precisely,’ she replied.
“ ‘Dr. Brodsky!’ exclaimed.
she
“ ‘At least you should have got
‘Where am I? How did I come here?’ your fiance to escort you,’ I rejoined
“ ‘You are quite safe,’ I answered. severely. ‘Young ladies are hot usu-
‘You had one of your attacks and by ally encouraged to go about at night
some providence wandered into my alone, especially when in a distressed
office. Now I am going to take you condition of mind. Why did you not
’
home. ask his assistance?’
“I escorted her to her house,
“ ‘Because I hate him,’ she replied
where I found the family in a state hysterically. ‘He persecutes me and
of alarm over the girl’s disappear- will not take “no” for an answer. I
ance. Th^
were grateful for her safe —
will never marry him ^never. I can
return and especially that she was not endure the sight of him.’
again in her normal mind. I depart-
“ ‘And yet you engaged yourself
ed, assuring them that in the improb- to him,’ I answered.
able event of any future attack I “She raised her hand to her fore-
could cure her. head and appeared to ponder. ITie
^‘And so, convinced that my im- question threw her into a state of
pression as to the eyes had been a terrible agitation. The young fellow
!
had told me that she hated him when me. The first time that I got my
in her imbecile phase; yet here she ej^es open I saw you through the body
was, still hating him, although I had of that girl. I knew you remembered
restored her faculties under hypnosis. me. And
ever since I have struggled
It seemed to me that this confusion to overthrow her dominion, tliat I
was possibly due to an alternating might see and be near you. And at
personality, some deeper layer or last I have gained you
stratum of consciousness which was “ ‘I should have had you always if
endeavoring to thrust itself up into I had not been so proud,’ she whis-
the normal life. I resolved, there- pered. Pride has rained our lives. Do
‘
fore, to make the hypnotic condition you remember that day I met you in
more absolute. the rose garden? How I longed to
“ 'Sleep!’ I said, passing my hand speak to you and could not conquer
over her eyes. ‘You have been dream- myself And the next time at the din-
!
You are not Ethel Strickland. Sleep not have endured it. But now I have
— sleep and remember. Who are you you with me, my love, forever ’
now?’
“Slowly the eyes opened. One answer I should have
glance and I was reeling backward, ^ ^ made, seeing her appealing
seekijig to steady myself by gripping eyes raised to mine, I do not know.
the edge of the study table. For the But at that instant a thunderous
eyes were those of Marion Strong, knocking resounded on the front door
clear and unclouded as on the day and the door bell rang furiously.
when I had seen her in the rose With a mighty effort I tore myself
garden. If I had not seen her for a away.
thousand years I could never forget “ ‘Wait for me!’ I whispered,
their beauty, their quiet tenderness. leaving her there and I went out. At
“She looked into my
own; she the door stood the lover of the young
;
and there we sat, the living and the “ ‘Hush!’ I answered. ‘She is not
dead, stammering and babbling hap-
pily, like two young lovers but lately
herself. She has had one of her at-
tacks. It is more severe than before.
parted.
“ ‘You have been gone so long,’
I doubt
’
my soul went out in a wild tumult “Once I kissed her upon the fore-
of desire and anguish.
“ ‘I may stay with you forevei',’ head in eternal farewell. Then I re-
called the sleeping soul of the girl.
she whispered, raising her lips to
And when she opened her eyes they
mine. ‘You will not drive me away,
were Marion’s no longer. She start-
back into the darkness again? For
ed up, but I restrained her.
after all, she is not really I that girl — “ ‘Miss Strickland, you are safe
— ^>'0U know.
’
with —
me Dr. Brodsky!’ I said reas-
“Eventhen, with all soul given my
to hers, I heard the rapid tramp, suringly. ‘And I have cured you of
tramp of the young man in the next your attack. You will never have an-
room. If I yielded to her appeal; if other so long as you live. Your
fiance is in the next room, waiting
we enjoyed tlie brief remaining span
—
of life together what then? Wliat for you. Do you want to see him?’
would be the fruits of such stolen “I saw a girlish blush steal over
happiness? And I wept blinding, her cheeks. There was no need of
hopeless tears. For I knew what I answer. ‘Wait for me and I will
must do. Marion knew, too. She bring him to you,’ I said. Then I
read it in my eyes. Her own took on went in to him.
an anguished appeal that wrung my “ ‘I am going to give you back the
heart. thing that you most desire in all the
“‘Listen, Marion,’ I said. ‘We world, ’ I said, placing my hand upon
have had our own lives to spend and his shoulder. ‘But before I do so
we have ruined them. This life is have you forgotten your promise to
his. He is waiting here for her to guard and care for her always?’
come back to him. It is his right.’ “ ‘I will!’ he cried; and I Imew by
“Even then she did not plead; that his tone that his was no promise vain-
was Marion’s way. If she had plead- ly made or to be kept lightly.
ed I could not have resisted.
“ ‘Forgive an older man for
“ ‘And if I must go,’ she mur- preaching,’ I said to him. ‘Remem-
mured, ‘what then? What will be- ber, love is the noblest and the great-
come of us when the weary travail of est gift that God has given us. It is
this life is spent?’ not lightly to be esteemed or easily
“ ‘Why,’ I replied, ‘God has been to be thro^vn away. Many have spok-
so good to us. Suppose we trust Him en one harsh word and atoned for it
a little longer. Suppose we do right through yeai-s of suffering. Come!’
and leave to Him the judgment?’ “Then him in. And when
I led
“She closed her eyes; she leaned they met Iknew that I had not acted
closer to me, in hopeless resignation. wrongly when I made my sacrifice.
!
“Next day at noon I was in the those of the young girl shone forth
rose garden that adjoins the Common. happily. I ti^rned and went across
It was July, but a few blossoms still the common, leaving them there. She
lingered upon the trees. Deep in married him soon after, I believe, but
’ ’
earnest conversation they were saun- I have never seen them since.
.tering along the shadiest walk, her
arm linked through his. I would
have stepped aside, but she saw and
beckoned to me.
N either of us had stirred while
Brodsky told us his tale. Once
or twice I caught gleams of emotion
“ ‘Doctor,’ she said, ‘I can never
in the stranger’s eyes, but we had
even try to thank you enough for listened silently, absorbed by the sim-
what you have done for me. I know ple story. Ami neither of us could
last night I must have come to you have been able to doubt it.
during my attack; I do not remem- It had grown so late that even the
ber that, but I know you cured me. lights of the hotel had been extin-
And I feel that this cure will last, for guished. The night air blew softly
I have something to live for and to upon us from tlie broad bosom of the
remain well for.’ She glanced at her lake and seemed to bear upon its
fiance shyly. ‘So, as no words can breath some lingering odor of roses.
thank you I want to give you a little The stranger rose, came toward the
memento of my gratitude,’ she said. doctor, and took him by both hands.
From the bosom of her gown she
“You have unwittingly given me
pulled a solitary flower. ‘Wear this
for my sake and in token of my
back my faith,” he said. “For I
thanks,’ she said.
know now who it was that my wife
called upon when she lay dying, and
“I took the flower and fastened it
why, and who it was that called. You
to my coat. Then, feeling that her
gave her to me. Ivan Brodsky, have
gaze was bent upon mine, I looked
you forgotten me?”
up. For one fleeting moment I
could see the soft tenderness of Mar- The last of this series. "The Ultimate
story
Problem." will be published in WEIRD Taies next
ion ’s eyes. Then they were gone, and month.
ADVICE
By FRANK BELKNAP LONG, Jr.
/
THE LAND OF
CREEPING DEATH
By EDNA BELL SEWARD
AXON ROSS and I had been mosquitoes circling around ray head
—and then disproved my own words
S building bridges in Burma for
the English government. When
the task was finished we decided to
almost instantly, for Naja pointed to
a small object floating in the sluggish
spend a three months’ vacation ex- current and called, “Sahib, what is
’
’
ploring the upper reaches of the Sal- that ?
ween River. Its source was in the I looked at the thing as it slowly
mountains of eastern Tibet but the drifted toward us. “It seems to be
region was an unexplored wilderness a sun-helmet,” I said hesitatingly, as
above the Burma line. It was a deep I watched it bobbing up and down
turbulent stream that flow’ed down in the water. I broke a long branch
through the eastern ])art of Burma from a tree beside me, crawled out on
and eventually emptied its waters the end of a half-submerged log, and
into the Bay of Bengal. We
started reached for the thing as it floated by.
on our trip with perfect confidence It tvas a sun-helmet —
the kind white
in our ability to chart the Salween’s men wear to protect themselves
source. against the sun of India.
Naja, our native servant, cooked “Who the deuce flop’s it belong
our simple meals and took care of the to?” asked Saxon. “What is an
domestic end of our camp. His one Englishman doing in this wild coun-
great fear was that we would all be- try? The owner must be English,
come meat for the man-eating tigers for this has a London trademark in
which prowled in the forests. it.”
Late in the afternoon of the third “Ask me something easy,” I said,
day of our journey Saxon called my as I examined the wet piece of can-
attention to the wonderful parklike vas. “One —
thing is certain it hasn’t
forest on the opposite banlt of the been in the water very long. Some-
river. Atthat particular point the body else must be exploring the Sal-
Salween flowed sluggishly between —
ween what’s that?”
gradually sloping hills and was only —
Again it came a faint shout and —
fifty yards wide. it sounded from the opposite side of
“Let’s make a raft and cross over the river. “There’s the owner,” I
—
for camp, Bryson it’s beautiful over laughed; “he wants his hat.” Then
—
there hardly any undergrowth; the smile left my face, for the cry
that’s surprizing, too, in this part of came again. It was closer and the
the country.’’ tones clearer.
“I’m not surprized at anything in Saxon turned to me, an incredulous
this part of the country,’’ I said stare in his eyes.
‘
By God Bryson,
‘
!
peevishly, asM fought the swarm of if I didn’t know such a thing was im-^
832
—
possible, I’d say that was a woman’s a month. The other day our native
voice.” guide slipped from a rock into the
Again it came, still nearer than be- Salween and was drowned since
;
—
fore and there was no mistaking its then Father and I have been entirely
accents. “Father! Father! Answer alone. Last night we camped in that
me!” ravine back there,” pointing behind
It was a woman even as she — her to the thin woods. “This morn-
ing I was tired, so Father went out
wailed out her appeal she burst into
view on the opposite bank from a for his daily specimen hunt by him-
thicket of trees. “Father!” she self. He always comes back to rest
called again, then, catching sight of at —
noon I am afraid something
’ ’
us, she stopped and clasped her dreadful has happened to him.
hands over her heart. She was frankly crying by the
“Don’t be afraid!” I called. time she finished, and Saxon’s eyes
'
“We’re Englishmen may we help — met mine significantly. I knew he
you in any way?” was thinking of the sun-helmet we
“Oh, if you would! I’m so had found floating in the Salween
afraid!” She shunped down on the and I breathed a prayer of thankful-
bank and covered her face with her ness that it had been left on the op-
hands. posite bank, along with the bulk of
“We’ll be right over soon as we — our luggage. Saxon tried to reassure
can up a raft,” I said, and joined
fix —
her but to one who knew him well
Saxon and Naja, who were already his voice did not ring true. “Prob-
prying out a couple of logs from the ably, Miss Harcourt, your father has
mud of the bank and rolling them simply lost his way and will come
into the water. She took her hands walking into camp any minute now.
from her face and watched us. If you like, we will keep you com-
When we stepped from the raft on pany until he turns up.”
her side of the river she stood up and His words comforted her and she
gave us a long, appraising glance. dried her eyes as she sighed, “Oh,
We also studied her with undisguised if you would!”
curiosity —wondering what a well- Then I broke in: “It’s the most
bred English girlwas doing in that fortunate thing in the world that we
wilderness. Her skin was browned ran across you.”
by the sun; her gray eyes were large “Isn’t it?” she said in a relieved
but they were full of tears. I noticed tone. “Father insisted this country
she was trying to keep her lips from was no place for me tand didn’t want
quivering while she twisted them into me to come —but I have always
a smile of welcome. traveled with him since Mother
“What is troubling you?” I asked. died.”
“My friend and I are exploring the
— I encouraged her to talk —
it re-
river ^but may I know what you are lieved the nervous tension under
doing in this wilderness?” which she was laboring. While she
“I came with Father.” Her chatted we walked toward the ravine
steady voice broke on the word, but where their camp was pitched, and
she bravely swallowed a sob and con- soon we saw the gleam of the two
tinued “ I am Naomi Harcourt my
: ;
small tents beneath the trees. It was
father is Professor Harcourt of Lan- an ideal camping spot; a winding
caster University.. There’s a species stream made a sharp-pointed penin-
of lizard Father has been studying sula out of a small cool glade; but
that makes its home along the banks despite its seeming security I recalled
of this river. We have been up here the tales I had been told of the tigers
— —
ter part of our souls, when she ac- bodies of the advancing men did not
cepted so trustingly our theory that look like Shan natives; their gleam-
her father had simply lost his way ing eyeballs and flashing teeth, as
and would eome back into camp in they yelled their war-cry, gave them
the morning. the appearance of demons spawned
Her faith in us sent her smilingly in the darkness of the forest.
to her small sleeping tent, and I was My gun had done such execution
glad when Saxon allowed me to take among them that only two had
the first watch without protest. He crossed the stream when Saxon leaped
took himself, and his shamed. from the tent and his rifle caused
—
another halt. During that pause hung with human skulls; their vil-
Naomi flew across the open space to- lage streets were ornamented the
ward me. She looked like a dryad in same way. The Shan natives
])eaceful
her long white night-robe, with her called the Wa territory “the land of
thick hair loose over her shoulders. creeping death.” So I understood
At the sight of her a hoarse shout Saxon's meaning when he said grim-
’ ’
went up from the blacks and they ly, Save a bullet for Naomi.
‘
surged forward again. I swung her Even in the stress of that moment
behind me and lifted my rifle, w'hich I noticed that he also thought of her
I had loaded while Saxon held them by her first name. As I drew a bead
at bay; when I finished the task my on a swarthy brute I caught a glimpse
—
cartridge belt was empty and our of swaying underbrush at the right
extra ammunition was with our camp some of them had managed to cross
supplies on the farther bank of the the stream, very deep at that point,
Salween. and were trying to attack us in the
Naja was kneeling beside Saxon rear. I left the ugly beast in front
wailing, “Shoot, Sahib Ross! Shoot of me to Saxon and swung around in
—
to kill! they are the Wa
people on time to fire at two oily bodies break-
a head-hunting raid!” ing through the underbrush almost
I noted then, for the first time, that behind us.
the black men had no firearms. They Naomi saw them at the same time.
took our deadly rifle fire coolly, clos- She rose from her crouching posture
ing their depleted ranks with the and I felt har slender hands at my
seemingly endless swarm of men be- holster. The next instant she was
hind. They carried long, wicked- clutching my revolver. Her body
looking machetes in their hands, but swayed against me, making my heart
they seemed determined to overpower jump. I dared not take my eyes
us by the weight of their numbers. from that swaying mass of shrubbery
At Naja’s wailing words, Saxon where the blacks- were concealed, but
stepped closer to my side speech — I sensed her glorious womanhood
was not necessary between us. We her appealing helplessness; and I
foi-med a wall with our bodies be- shivered as I pictured the inevitable
tween the slender, helpless white girl end of the conflict. No three men
and f!i8 horde of blacks that had could long withstand that writhing,
glimpsed her beauty in the moon- screaming, yet steadily advancing
light. We had heard of the Wa peo- horde; we must soon be .swept into
ple and Imew' of their impregnable oblivion by the very weight of their
villages in the highlands on the east- numbers.
ern side of the Salween. For yeai’s Saxon’s repeating rifle was spitting
they had defied all efforts of the Brit- sullenly beside me his cartridge belt
;
a
Again Naomi fired. I yelled,
bullet for yourself!” but she did
“Save and still at my feet —for a fleeting
instant I allowed myself to think how
not hear me. I caught a glimpse of
her set white face as she stood with
—
lovely she was then I sternly put
the thought away. I gritted my teeth
her back to the tree, firing telling — forcing my cringing hands to
shots. Naja was trying to protect her direct the blade toward her heart —
with the small dagger he carried. I then a crashing blow on my head sent
saw him sink it into the throat of a me reeling headlong and blackness
squat beast who grabbed at her hair. enveloped the world.
I yelled encouragement and he
screamed back a prayer to the
heathenish god he worshiped.
I heard Saxon cursing his Maker
T
my
he weird persistent beating of a
drum was the first impression
brain registered when I returned
as he struggled fruitlessly to reach
Naomi’s side. I swung my clubbed to consciousness. I opened my eyes
and found myself staring at a row of
gun in a vicious circle but the stock
hands grinning skulls suspended from the
snapped on a thick skull
—
;
ceiling of a high thatched roof. There
reached for me I saw black fingers
tearing the white robe from Naomi’s
—
was a movement beside me I blinked
shoulders. The sight made me fran-
and stared wonderingly; Naomi was
tic —her eyes were set in dull horror
bending nver me and the light in her
gray eyes sent a thrill through my
as she fought the big beast who was
tearing her clothing.
veins. Then I heard Saxon’s voice,
My bellow of rage was answered by
“Bryson, old chap, how do you
—
Saxon’s he had glimpsed the same
feel?”
His face came within my range of
scene. Then I smashed the arm of
a howling fiend, snatched his machete vision and I saw a bandage was
and .swung around to the girl’s de- —
aroiuid his temples I recognized it
fense. I saw Saxon go down beneath as part of the shirt he had been wear-
a wave of screaming savage.s I saw — ing on the day we met Naomi. Sud-
denly the fight in the glade came back
Naja sobbing with anger as he fought
against the firm gri]) of two naked to me. I raised up and immediately
—
blacks and all the time the machete clutched my aching head with both
hands and discovered it also was
in my hands rose and fell in the
midst of that pressing circle. Step bandaged.
by step I advanced through a veri- After my vision cleared I looked
table river of blood to the spot where about me. We were in a large bare
the girl had fallen senseless at the hut with rush-woven walls and a
THE LAND OF CREEPING DEATH 837
choke Sahibs — I ’ ’
I. We are cowards —may God for- I prayed desperately that she would
give us!” never open her eyes again.
Naomi walked between two black I saw two natives coming towai’d
brutes wlio held her arms in a viselike us with gleaming machetes in their
grip. We crossed a square between hands. I knew 1 had but a few sec-
rows of gaping natives, passed onds to live; at such tense moments
through a wide gate in the ramparts, it is surprizing what small things at-
descended a hill and found ourselves tract one’s attention. I could not
in a large cultivated valley. At one think of my coming death, for my
side of this valley was a tract of new- mind was obsessed with the hum-
ly cleared land, some ten acres wide, ming of an insect —a bee evidently
and we reached it by a street lined tliat I could hear buzzing behind me.
with high posts, each holding a gi’in- It droned again and I turned my
ning skull. head to see how close it was to my
Wefound the king and his attend- ear. The sun was pouring into my
ants beneath a large tree on the edge eyes and for a nvpment I thought I
of the newly cleared land ^he was — had gone mad. Then the droning be-
seated in a bamboo litter held by four gan again, and after another glance
slaves. I did not feel as a man ought at the heavens I gave a shout.
‘
Sax- ‘
SORCERY PAST
and PRESENT
By MARGUERITE LYNCH ADDIS
rought up to date by some ible evidence to the contrary as evi-
in history to identify him with that nocent of the crimes imputed to him,
alarming gentleman. His reputed and his memory reinstated, but public
victims were not a succession of beau- opinion remained prejudiced against
teous but sadly inquisitive brides, but him, and in any case it was a little
innocent infants, whose blood he re- late for de Retz to profit much by it.
quired in his scientific researches for Others even moi'e highly placed
the Elixir of Life. S. R. Crockett has were not more fortunate. The' Earl
given a vivid picture of him in his of Mar, a brother of James III of
novel. The Bl^k Douglas, which is Scotland, was accused of employing
based on this sanguinary legend. It the arts of witches and sorcerers to
is related that Gilles de Retz caused
shorten the king’s days, and he was
to be kidnaped and murdered more
summarily bled to death in his own
than eight hundred children, the dis- apartment, without even the sem-
covery of whose bones in a tower of blance of a trial.
his chateau at Champtoce ultimately Janet Doi;glas, Lady Glamis, also
led to his conviction. Mr. Crockett suffered for the same offense, and was
tells us that werewolves aided de
executed in 1573. Glamis Castle
Retz in these nocturnal kidnapings, (now belonging to the family of the
resuming their normal form of ser- Duchess of York) has ever been the
vants at the chateau during the day- scene of w^eird happenings, and its
time. very walls are saturated with legend.
Apparitions are legion there: it is
Apropos of this, Elliott O’Donnell,
only reasonable to suppose that the
in his book on werewolves, gives di-
ill-fated Janet Douglas stalks among
rections for the attaining of lycan-
them.
thropy, or werewolfery. He quotes Thefate of the witches and sor-
the proper incantation in full, and cerers with wffiom these two luckless
the ingredients for the enchanted plotters connived is unknown we are ;
salve to be rubbed on the body of the free to assume that they were per-
candidate, andj even the locality most haps so fortunate as to die in their
favorable for the ceremony. Where beds.
wolves abound, one mi^t exi)eriment It seems not to have occurred to our
with this curious spell, but in the forebears that magic (other than the
event of success, the appearance of a strictly divinatory kind) could be
lone wolf in a district hitherto free used for any other purpose than the
842 WEIKD TALES
confusion of their enemies, by which eenth Century, but people solemnly
they themselves often benefited so swore to having seen him in Paris as
obviously that there was not much late as 1889. He maintained to the
hope of concealing their connection end the mystery of his origin, nor
with it. It is scarcely to be wondered can authorities agree, to this day,
at that magicians practised their art whether he was Italian, Spanish or
by stealth, and shivered, even if they Polish.
did not blush, to find it fame. Cer- Of his pupil, Cagliostro, more is
tainly one does not hear much of definitely known. It is pretty well
either witches or sorcerers being feted established that he was born at Pa-
or entertained in a social sense until lermo in 1743, although he, like the
a much later period. Comte St. Germain, claimed to have
lived many centuries by the iise of
alike, though both Avere distin- then only faintly; her voice scarcely
guished by a graceful, youthful anyone had heard. But the rumor
beauty. Fabio Avas taller, fair of Avent that it Avas most beautiful, and
face and flaxen of hair, and he had that, shut up in her oAvn room, in the
blue eyes. Muzzio, on the other hand, early morning Avhen everything still
had a swarthy face and black hair, slumbered in the tOAvn, she loved to
and in his dark broAvn eyes there sing old songs to the sound of the
was not the merry light, nor on his lute, on Avhich she used to play her-
lips the genial smile of Fabio; his self. In spite of her pallor, Valeria
thick eyebroAvs overhung narroAV Avas blooming Avith health and even
;
eyelids, while Fabio ’s golden eye- old people, as they gazed on her,
brows formed delicate half-circles on could not but think, “Oh, how happy
his pure, smooth bi’ow. In conver- the youth for whom that pure maid-
sation, too, Muzzio was less animat- en bud, still enfolded in its petals,
* Translated from the Russian, Avill one day open into full flower!”
844
THE SONG OP TRIUMPHANT LOVE 845
years that had elapsed since his great weight and a sort of strange
departure no one had heard any- heat in it ... it seemed to burn to
tliing of him all talk about him had
;
her skin. In the evening after din-
died away, as though he had van- ner as they sat on the terrace of the
ished from the face of the earth. villa in the shade of the oleanders
When Fabio met his friend in one of and laurels, Muzzio began to relate
the streets of Ferrara he almost cried his adventures. He told of the dis-
out aloud, first in alarm and then in tant lands he had seen, of cloud-
delight, and he at once invited him topped mountains and deserts, rivers
to his villa. There happened to be in like seas; he told of immense build-
his garden there a spacious pavilion, ings, and temples, of trees a thou-
apart from the house he proposed to;
sand years old, of birds and flowers
his friend that he should establish of the colors of the rainbow; he
himself in tJiis pavilion. Muzzio named the cities and the peoples he
readily agreed and moved thither the had visited their very names
. . .
same day together with his servant, seemed like a fairy-tale. The whole
a dumb Malay —
dumb but not deaf, East was familiar to Muzzio he had ;
and indeed, to judge by the alertness traversed Persia, Arabia, where the
of his expression, a very intelligent horses are nobler and more beautiful
man. His tongue had been cut out. than any other living creatures; he
Muzzio brought with him doz- had penetrated into the very heart
ens of boxes, filled with trea.sures of of India, where the race of men grow
all sorts collected by him in the like stately trees he had reached the
;
the rays of a hotter sun, his eyes a goblet of and he drank one him-
it,
seemed more deep-set than before self. Bending over her goblet he
and that was ail but the expression
; murmured something, moving his fin-
of his face had become different: gers as he did so. Valeria noticed
concentrated and dignified, it never this; but as in all Muzzio ’s doings,
showed more life when he recalled in his whole behavior, there was
the dangers he had encountered by something strange and out of the
night in forests that resounded with common, she only thought, “Can he
the roar of tigers or by day on soli- have adopted some new faith in In-
tary vmys where savage fanatics lay custom there?”
dia, or is that the
in wait for travelers, to slay them in After a short silence she asked him
honor of their iron goddess who de- if he had persevered with music
mands human sacrifices. And Muz- during his travels. Muzzio, in re-
zio’s voice had grown deeper and ply, bade the Malay bring his Indian
more even liis hands, his whole body
; violin. It was like those of today,
had lost the freedom of gesture pe- but instead of four strings it had
culiar to the Italian race. With the only throe, the upper part of it was
aid of his servant, the obsequiously covered with a bluish snake-skin,
alert Malay, he showed his hosts a and the slender bow of reed was in
few of the feats he had learnt from the form of a half-moon, and on its
the Indian Brahmins. Thus for in- extreme end glittered a pointed dia-
stance, having first hidden himself mond.
behind a curtain, he suddenly ap- Muzzio played first some mournful
peared sitting in the air cross-legged, airs,national songs, as he told them,
the tips of his fingers pressed lightly strange and even barbarous to an
on a bamboo cane placed vertically, Italian ear the sound of the metallic
;
which astounded Pabio not a little strings was plaintive and feeble. But
and positively alarmed Valeria. when Muzzio began the last song, it
“Isn’t he a sorcerer?’’ was her
suddenly gained force and rang out
thought. tunefully and powerfully; the pas-
When he proceeded, piping on a sionate melody flowed out under the
little flute, to call some tame snakes wide sweeps of the bow, flowed out,
out of a covered basket, where their exquisitely twisting and coiling like
dark flat heads with quivering the snake that covered the violin-
tongues appeared under a parti- top; and suchfire, such triumphant
colored cloth, Valeria was terrified glowed and burned in this mel-
bliss
and begged Muzzio to put away these ody that Pabio and Valeria felt
loathsome horrors as soon as possible. wrung to the heart and tears came
At supper Muzzio regaled his into their eyes; while Muzzio, his
friends with wine of Shiraz from head bent, and pressed close to
a round long-necked flagon; it was the violin, his cheeks pale, his eye-
of extraordinary fragrance and brows drawn together into a single
thickness, of a golden color with a straight line, seemed still more con-
shade of green in it, and it shone centrated and solemn; and the dia-
with a strange brightness as it was mond at the end of the bow flashed
poured into the tiny jasper goblets. sparks of light as though it, too,
In taste it was unlike European were kindled by the fire of the divine
wines: it was very sweet and spicy, song.
and, drunk slowly in small drafts, When Muzzio had finished, and
produced a sensation of pleasant still keeping fast the violin between
drowsiness in all the limbs. Muzzio his chin and dropped
his shoulder,
made both Pabio and Valeria drink the hand that held the bow, Pabio
—
Valeria ought to be at rest; and it a velvet curtain stood dark and si-
is time for me, too. I am weary.” lent in a recess in the wall. And
During the whole day Muzzio had suddenly this curtain slowly glided,
treated Valeria with respectful sim- moved aside, and in came Muzzio.
plicity, as a friend of former days, He bowed, opened his arms, laughed.
but as he went out he clasped her His fierce arms enfolded Valeria’s
band very tightly, squeezing his fin- waist; his parched lips burned her
ders on her palm, and looking so in- all over, . She fell backward on
. .
She remembered how she had been Fabio was lying beside her. He was
a little afraid of him even in old asleep; but his face in the light of
<iays, and now she was overcome the brilliant full moon looking in at
by perplexity. Muzzio went off to the window was pale as a corpse’s
his pavilion: the husband and wife — it was sadder than a dead face.
‘
Strange ’
observed Fabio.
’
My ‘
‘
wife, too,
!
had an extraordinary
—
glance at him and felt frightened dream last night” Muzzio gazed
——
at the sight of that serene happy intently at Valeria “which she did
face, those piercing and inquisitive not tell me,” added Fabio.
eyes. Muzzio was beginning again But at this point Valeria got up
to tell some story, but Fabio inter-
and went out of the room. Imme-
rupted him at the first word. diately after breakfast, Muzzio, too,
“You could not sleep, I see, in your went away, explaining that he had
new quarters. My wife and I heard to be in Ferrara on business, and
you playing last night’s song.’’ that he would not be back before the
“ Yes Did you hear it ? ” said Muz-
!
evening.
zio. “I played it indeed; but I had
been asleep before that, and I had a 6
wonderful dream, too.”
Valeria was on the alert. “What
sort of dream?” asked Fabio.
A PEW weeks before Muzzio ’s re-
turn, Fabio had begun a portrait
of his wife, depicting her with the
“I dreamed,” answered Muzzio,
not taking his eyes off Valeria, “I attributes of Saint Cecilia. He had
was entering a spacious apartment made considerable advance in his
with a ceiling decorated in Oiuental art; the renowned Luini, a pupil of
fashion; carved columns supported Leonardo da Vinci, used to come to
the roof, the walls were covered with him at Ferrara, and while aiding him
tiles, and though there were neither with his own coun.sels, pass on also
windows nor lights, the whole mom the precepts of his great master. The
was filled with a rosy light, just as portrait was almost completely fin-
though it were all built of transpar- ished ; all that w'as left was to add a
ent stone. In the corners, Chinese few strokes to the face, and Fabio
censers wei’e smoking, on the floor might well be proud of his creation.
lay brocaded cushions along a nar- He saw Muzzio off on his way to
row rug. I went in through a door Ferrara, then turned into his studio,
covered with a curtain, and at an- where Valei’ia was usually waiting
other door just opposite appeared a for him; but he did not find her
woman whom I once loved. And so there. He called her; she did not re-
beautiful she seemed to me, that I spond. Fabio was overcome by a se-
was all aflame with my old love ” cret uneasiness he began looking for
;
with its face to the wall. Valeria — a sort of monster which was trying
agreed with him that she ought to to tear me to pieces.”
vest, and repeating her complaints of “A monster in the shape of a
a headache, withdrew into her bed- man?” asked Fabio. “No, a beast
I'oom. a beast !” Valeria turned away and
Fabio remained in the studio. He hid her burning face in the pillows.
felt a strange confused sensation in- Fabio held his wife’s hand .some
comprehensible to himself. Muzzio ’s time longer; silently he raised it to
stay under his roof, to which he, his lips, and withdrew.
Pabio, had himself iirgently invited Both the young people passed that
him, was irksome to him. And not day with heavy hearts. Something
that he —
was jealous could anyone darlr seemed hanging over their
—
have been jealous of Valeria! but heads, but what it was, they could
he did not recognize his former com- not tell. They Avanted to be to-
rade in his friend. All that was gether, as though some danger
strange, iinknown and new that j\Iuz- threatened them but what to say to
;
zio had brought with him from those one another they did not know.
—
distant lands and which seemed to Pabio made an effort to take up the
have entered into his very flesh and portrait, and to read Ariosto, Avhose
—
blood all these magical feats, songs, poem had appeared not long before
strange drinks, this dumb Malay, in Ferrara, and was now making a
even the spicy fragrance diffused by noise all over Italy but nothing was
;
7 “You have
been in the garden,
your clothes arc wet with rain.’’
H— e seemed eouipo.sed and cheerful
but he told t!iem little; he de-
voted himself rather to questioning
.
“No ... I don’t know ... I think
.I have not been out ...”
. Muz
zio answered slowly, seeming amazed
Pabio about their common acquaint- at Pabio ’s entrance and his excite-
ances, about the German war, and
ment.
the Emperor Charles he spoke of his
:
Pabio seized him by the hand.
own desire to visit Rome, to see the “And why are you playing that mel-
new Pope. He again offered Valeria ody again? Have you had a dream
some Shiraz wine, and on her re- again?”
fusal, observed as though to himself,
Muzzio glanced at Pabio with the
“Now it’s not needed, to be sure.” same look of amazement, and said
Going back with his wife to their nothing.
room, Pabio' soon fell asleep; and
“Answer me!”
waking up an hour later, felt a con-
viction that no one was sharing his “The moon stood high like .a roiind shield . .
got up quickly and at the same in- The bird is in the faleoii’s clutches . . .
worthy Father Lorenzo might give wise prudence pointed to the neces-
sity of separation.
her valuble advice, and might dis-
perse her doubts. Pabio fully agreed with the excel-
Under the escort of four attend- lent monk. Valeria was even joyful
ants, Valeria set oif to the monas-
when her husband reported to her
the priest ’s counsel and sent on his
tery, while Pabio remained at home, ;
and wandered about the garden till way with the cordial good-will of
his wife’s return, trying to compre- both the young people, loaded with
hend what had happened to her, and good gifts for the monastery and the
poor. Father Lorenzo returned home.
a victim to constant fear and wrath,
and the pain of undefined suspicions. Pabio intended to have an explan-
More than once he went up to the ation with Muzzio immediately after
pavilion;
but Muzzio had not re- supper but his strange guest did not
;
turned and the Malay gazed at Pabio return to supper. Then Pabio de-
like a statue, obsequiously bowing cided to defer his conversation with
his head, with a well-dissembled so — Muzzio until the following day; and
at least it seemed to Pabio —
smile on both the young people retired to rest.
his bronzed face.
Meanwhile, Valeria had in confes- 9
sion told everything to her priest,
not so much with shame as with hor-
XTaleru soon fell asleep but Pabio
;
the experienced old man had thought feverish breath, and given up to
out beforehand how he must treat painful reflection, the moon rose
him. When he was left alone with again upon a cloudless sky; and to-
Pabio, he did not of course betray gether with its beams, through the
the secrets of the confessional, but half -transparent window-panes, there
he advised him if possible to get rid began, from the direction of the pa-
of the guest they had invited to their —
vilion or was it Fabio’s fancy? to—
house, as by his stories, his songs, come a breath, like a light, fragrant
and his whole behavior he was troub- current; then an urgent, passion-
ling the imagination of Valeria, ate murmur was heard, and at
!
that instant he observed that Va- and clapping his to the wound,
hand
leria was beginning faintly to stir. ran staggering back to the pavilion.
He started, looked; she rose up, slid But at the very same instant
first one foot, then the other out of when Fabio stabbed him, Valeria
the bed, and like one bewitched of screamed just as shrilly, and fell to
the moon, her sightless eyes Jfixed the earth like grass before the
lifelessly before her, her hands scythe.
stretched out, she began moving to- Fabio flew to her, raised her up,
ward the garden! Fabib instantly carried her to the bed, began to
ran out of the other door of the speak to her. . . .
him.
and then there was the sound of
piteous passionate moans . . .
“You, you, it is you,” she faltered.
“But Muzzio has not come back Gradually her hands loosened their
from the town,” flashed through hold, her head sank back, and mur-
Fabio’s head, and he rushed to the munng with a blissful smile, “Thank
pavilion. God, it is all over. But how. . .
Coming toward him, along the weary I am!” she fell into a sound
but not heavy sleep.
path dazzlingly lighted up by the
moon’s rays, was Muzzio, he too
10
moving like one moonstruck, his
hands held out before him, and his abio sank down
eyes open but unseeing. Fabio
ran up to him, but he, not heeding
F and beside her bed,
never taking his eyes off her
pale and sunken, but already calmer,
him, moved on, treading evenly, step face, began reflecting on what had
by step, and his rigid face smiled in happened, and also on how he ought
the moonlight like the Malay’s. Fa- to act now, 'What steps was he to
bio would have called him by his take? If he had killed Muzzio. and —
name, but at that instant he heard, remembering how deeply the dagger
behind him in the house, the creak- had gone in, he could have no doubt
ing of a window. He looked round.
Yes, the window of the bedroom
—
of it it could not be hidden, He -
gone?” Valeria said suddenly. Pabio on his knees. His breast did not
shuddered. ‘‘How gone? Is he heave. Near the chair on the floor,
gone away?” she continued. which was strewn with dried herbs,
A load fell from Fabio’s heart. stood some flat bowls of dark liquid,
“Not yet; but he is going today.” which exhaled a powerful, almost
‘‘And I shall never, never see him suffocating, odor, the odor of musk.
again?” ‘‘Never.” “And these Around each bowl was coiled a
di'oams will not come again?” “No.” small snake of brazen hue, with
Valeria heaved a sigh of relief; golden eyes that flashed from time
a blissful smile once more appeared to time; while directly facing Muz-
on her lips. She held out both hands zio, two paces from him, rose the
to her husband. “And we will never long figure of the Malay, wrapt in a
speak of him, never, do you hear, my mantle of many-colored brocade,
dear one? And I will not leave my
girt round the waist with a tiger’s
room till he is gone. And do you
tail, with a high hat; of the shape of
now send me my maids. But stay:
a pointed tiara on his head. But he
take away that thing!” she pointed
to the pearl necklace, lying on a lit-
was not motionless: at one moment
tle bedside table, the necklace given
he bowed down reverently, and
her by Muzzio, and throw it at once
‘
‘
seemed to be praying, at the next he
into our 'deepest well. Embrace me. drew himself up to his full height,
I am your Valeria; and do not come even rose on tiptoe; then, with a
—
in to me till he has gone.” rhythmic action, threw wide his arms,
and moved them persistently in tlie
Fabio took the necklace and did
direction of Muzzio, and seemed to
as his wife had directed. Then he
fell to wandering about the garden,
threaten or command him, frowning
looking from a distance at the pavil- and stamping with his foot. All these
ion, about which the bustle of prepa- actions seemed to cost him great ef-
rations for departure was beginning. fort, even to cause him pain: he
Servants were bringing out boxes, breathed heavily, the sweat streamed
—
loading the horses but the Malay down his face. All at once he sank
down to the ground, and drawing in a
was not among them. An irresisti-
ble impulse drew Fabio to look once full breath, with knitted brow and
more upon what was taking place in immense effort, drew his clenched
the pavilion. He recollected that hands toward him, as though he were
there was at the back a secret door, —
holding reins in them and to the in-
by which he could reach the inner describable horror of Fabio, Muzzio ’s
room where Muzzio had been lying head slowly left the back of the chair,
in the morning. He stole round to and moved forward, following the
this door, found it unlocked, and, Malay’s hands. The Malay let them
parting the folds of a heavy curtain, fall, and Muzzio ’s head fell heavily
turned a faltering glance upon the back again; the Malay repeated his
room witliin.
movements, and obediently the head
repeated them after him.. The dark
12 liquid in the bowls began boiling;
the bowls themselves began to re-
jVTuzzio was not now lying on the sound with a faint bell-like note,
rug. Dressed as though for a and the brazen snakes coiled freely
journey', he sat in an armchair, but about each of them. Then the Malay'
seemed a corpse, just as on Fabio’s took a step forward, and raising his
first visit. His torpid head fell back eyebrows and opening his eyes im-
on the chair, and his outstretched mensely wide, he bowed his head to
hands hung lifeless, yellow and rigid Muzzio . .and the ey'elids of the
.
856 WEIRD TALES
dead man quivered, parted uncci-tain- —
bowed to him ironically, as ever.
ly, and under them could be seen the Did Valeria see all this? Her win-
eyeballs, dull as lead. The IMalay’s dow-blinds were drawn but it may —
face was radiant with triumphant be she was standing behind them.
pride and delight, a delight almost
malignant; he opened his mouth wide, 14
and from the deptlis of his chest there
broke out with effort a prolonged \T DINNER-TIME slie came into the
howl. Muzzio’s lips parted, too, and dining room, and was very quiet
a faint moan quivered on them in and affectionate she still complained,
;
horses moved at a walking pace, and instant, for the first time since her
when they ti;rned round before the marriage, .she felt within her the
hou.se, Fabio fancied that in IMuzzio’s throb of a neiv palpitating life. . . .
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Next Month
(1925 copyright)
This book has been out but
slightly over one year, but it
is already, and deservediy, th«
most outstanding work on the
The Return
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Is o It July Issue of
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