The Corvallis times. (Corvallis, Or.) 1888-1909, 1902-12-27
TWO HOURS ago Otis Macmanars

| OF his Efe-a woman's mol" He ha(
been trampling the streets of Louis
! vile ever since, smoking number o.
cigars and wondering what he shoulG
do with the rest of his life.
Common sense kept whispering that
Grace Langdon was not the only won.
| an in the world, and that he, Macma.
nara, was young, handsome, and
wealthy, but his heart was beating to
another tune, and he knew it would
keep to that same tune until life was
| put away.
AS the gas and electric lights began
their rivalry, common sense gained the
supremacy so far as to sause the young
! man to buy book and tell himself he
would go home and try to read it. He
had just come out Of book store and
was turning the storm collar of his
coat up against the driving snow, when
a voice very low and very clear, and
also very close said: "It isewarm in
my home.''
'Did you speak to me?" Macmanara
asked of a gray shadow leaning against
a lamp-post.
II said it is warm in my home"
Mcnamara laughed. "There is moth
ing so very novel in that factJmy good
fellow; there are millions of homes to-
night as warm as the tropics, in spite
of the weather outside-my own, for
instance, to which am going now."
"Are-you going?" It was not the
question only; the voice held soft, en-
chanting cadence that fascinated Mac
manara.
'Well, yes, am sure shall start for
home as soon as my car turns the cor
ner."
"And am as equally certain you will
go with me-"
Since you are so sure of it will you
tellme the name of my would-be host 2"
and Macmanara listened somewhat
eagerly for the answer which came
without hesitation.
Il am the Devil"
"This is interesting. have had nu-
merous indirect invitations to visit
you, Mr.. Devil, and a number of nv
friends have predicted that my final
resting would be with you, but never
expected you to step up in the flesh
and invite me, and the fact Is, never
you as do tonight"
At that moHsent carriage stopped
outside the curbing, and the coachman
came down to examine the harness.
The carriage door opened and one of
the occupants asked the cause of the
delay. Mcnamara caughtsight of the
face that had caused both his joy and
his sorrow. When the carriage moved,
a delicate lace handkerchief cleaned
white beneath the gas light. Only an
instant it lay there-the next it was
reposing in Macmanara's coat pocket.
The name daintily written in one cor
.'Good night, Mr.. Devil really must
be going. If you will take my advice
you will go back to that very warm
home of yours and stay there until
spring, for, as one who knows his
world, can tell you the weather here
is going to be very much worse before
hong"
The gray shadow stepped out into
the full glare of the Pickering light, re-
vealing handsome young man dressed
in a, stylish suit of gray.
GILL d1oo 11o N1dClududEd
whistled. why, you are a young man
and thought the Devil was as old as
the world. A young man with blond
mustache and no horns! If you want
to masquerade as the Devil-why don't
you make up for the part?"
The self-confessed Devil doffed his
hat. Feel he said.
In striking contrast to fair, almost
womanish complexion and a blond
his hair was black as night.
Me Mecmanara's hands glided slowly over
the bowed head in search of the horns.
They were there, and a thrill crept
down Mcnamara S spine as he touched
them. He had jested with the man, be-
hesing him to be a crank, but n now, for
some reason, he did not understand.
He WAS startled.
You are convinced, and will go with
me?" Always soft and low, yet very
clear, the DEVILS voice was melody.
Z Mcnamara looked up. A pair of
clear blue eyes. behind which there
seemed to burn IA fame-eyes unlike
any he had ever seen before, looked
straight into his own. The Devil had
possession of his man in a moment,
but even with his sense enthralled
Mcnamara shuddered as he asked:
II must die first?"
No." the Devil answered, emphat-
ically, Il want you to go with me
AND see and feel the beauty, comfort
and a~happiness in my Aome and. then
come back to the world in the1fesh
and tell how basely I have been ma
igned."
While the Devil was speaking they
were moving straight toward the
river, and when they reached it he
sklff and invited his guest
to step in. AS the boat went scud-
ding down the river Mcnamara won
dered where the Devil had learned his
stroke. The Falls City quickly faded
from view-a mere speck in the dis
tance. Mcnamara had taken many a
row on the Ohio, both as boy and