The record-union., 1891-03-15

ing over him with its teeth fastened in
his throat, pulling and tearing great
Jumps of flesh from breast and neck.
! The poor wretch was striving to loosen
bar the horrible sight by covering his
eyes with his hands. The agony he was
enduring must have been frightftIl.
Without an instant's hesitation sprang
| behind Sir Lional so as to face the brute,
and, horror of horrors, was confronted
| by the face of Miss Tarrant, her diaboli-
| cal, beautiful face upon mammals body.
Catching sight OF me she loosened her
hold upon Sir Lional's throat, and her
! fierce. yellow eyes glared at me sayagely,
uttering snarling, whining noise, show
ing her sharp, white teeth and red lips
covered with crimson life-blood. Seeing
the pistol she slowly dropped upon all
fours, the flesh from Sir Lional's throat
still clinging to her narrow, long claws.
| My eyes never Strayed an instant
from her own. / could hear the beating
of my heart in thick, siclSly, trembling
throbs. My hand ached to use the pis-
| tol, but the dreadful woman's face, look
! ing from the beasts body, unnamed
me. / still pointed it towards the thing.
| 1t slowly walked backwards, backwards,
| soon gaining shelter beneath the tall
grasses and ferns growing near by, stink
ing from its intended prey with gaping
red lips and horrible protruding tongue,
| SAaW 1liiS, udlA u lOOA Ol bdliittt
rag e and hate distorting the features, un-
| til, indeed, they resembled some frightful
imaginations of the internal region. I
stood sdreamily Watching her disappear,
probably to join the rest of her kind-of
| what?
| 1 fired my pistol in quick succession
| into the moon-bright sky, sunmoning
the retinue of servants. We carried him in,
a bleeding, torn, pitiful sight and gently
laid him upon soft, comfortable couch.
His cries of pain and agony We're heart
rending to listen to.
Good, trained skiIlful nurses watched
| by him faithfully all that night, bat the
next morning he was tossing in high de-
/ liriunl fever, stretching out his arms,
crying Golden eyes, you have come at
last, at last. | am SO tired, so tired of
waiting for you. / am starving, famish-
ing for your warm caresses.'
He spoke in low, loye-eNcited tones.
Then changing suddenly would shout
''Take her away. | can feel her strong
teeth in my throat. She is eating me
devouring my flesh. Her breath is hot;
burning hot. Her eyes glare into mino
with the heat of he'll. She is drinking
my blood. She is drawing me to hades,
Rossiter! Dora! save me, save mei''
Thus his never-ceasing voice ran on,
raising in passionate, endearing tones one
moment, in mortal terror the next, and,
anon, sinking to awhining. pitiful. help
less whimper.
So this fearful scene dragged on-the
most terrible l ever witnessed, and I
pray God / may never see such another.
| knew he must die, for blood-poisning
had now set in; and upon the third morn
| ing Sir Lional Glandour's life ended 1t
was found upon reading the will l was
appointed sole executor of the Glandour
estates and guardian to little Cyral
| / have now given you true and faith
full account of what actually transpired at
| Glandour Court, unnatural, as it may
seem, and fully believing what nay old
friend Herbelot said while visiting at the
court. True to my promise in regard to
writing, if anything unusual occurred, 1
| wrote to him in Calcutta, where he then
was still pursuing his studies. I gave him
the particulars about Sir Lional's death,
and in reply he sent me this letter; or more
properly speaking this letter was sent to
| me by an utter stranger. l will here
give it to you. 1t has left me just as
much in the dark as ever. The following
is D'Herbelot's letter:
CALCUTTA, January Is, IS.
To Feti1 Rossiter, N. D.-MY DEAR RossI-
TER: Your very kind favor at hand In re-
gard to the Glandouer Court mystery, don't
cision. In fact, no human creature could,
| and to you who have never followed up meta
physical study, if 1 explained my dearest
| theory, you might become prey to delusions
and fancies Since seeing you have chanced
upon new lines of investigation, which grant
! me more details and explanations than ever
! before. You, Rossiter, regard hypnotism with
| fear and repulslon because of the light in
| which it is held and used within the range of
some departments of science. But there does
/ most assuredly exist some power besides ami
! mai magnetism. [ think you have a some
| what finer comprehension and appreciation
| than your neghbors, and you are in many
| Some mysteries regarding natures laws are
| as yet unexplored, though / am confident of
L l~1;,, *. r,pIx%
| full pleasure of thus knowing is almost mad
| denlng. Let me endeavor to make this idea
palmer: Do you realize that by the acquisi-
| ton of higher knowledge you could gaze upon
| this world a few hundred years hence? But
| you are a stubborn ass, Rossiter, so I will
not attempt longer to convert you to my
school ofscience; but as / remarked to YOU
| before, this woman and her attendant are u
psychological problem and a very difficult
study-in fact, one of the most remarkable [
| ever ran across.
Have you read "Karma," by A P. Sinnett?
! can repeat from memory what he says in
that truly instructive book, which deals so
| clearly and extensively with the work am
| now trying to describe. Sinnett remarks in
| his book: sit often strikes me that the limits
| to choose between different courses in life are
very narrow" AIart altogether from the
] metaphorical argument: 'sThere you are with
| your character, whatever it may be, inherited
| from your parents, or got 1t somehow, estab-
| lished as very commanding impulse in your
| nature, and the environment In which you
are placed are there also. With no choice of
|
! following the bent of his nature?' Now this
theory have faithfully studied, and science
has very kindly come to my assistance. 1 am
| quite sure understand the riddle, and will
now explain, but as | write trembling fear
possesses me. Can 1t be that internal ayah
or what? My hand refuses to obey, or guide
| the pen. lay the pen down, stl etch and rub
| my palm. / aoiu make another effort, and tell
you clearly, plainly, what the secret is.
Rossiter, you may think me a coward; a sim
| pie, supefstitious fool. / will write, though
/ some power seems to hold my pen back 1
| A drip, drip, of falling water. A sckly, sweet
| perfume proceeding from an overturned vase
| of flowers. woman stands before me-
| her shadowy form dimly outlined against q
/ heavy yellow curtain. As gaze the vision
| becomes more distinct. / hold my
breath herappaing beauty fills me with
again, for which gift owe her my life. .