The Kalispell bee. [volume] (Kalispell, Mont.) 1900-192?, 1903-12-01
SULPHUROUS
RED DEVIL
From His Fiery, Flaming Residence
Writes to
MON ANA'S MARY MACLANE
Paints a Pretty Pen Picture of Pos
sibiIities in the Vale of Yellow
Light Wrhere Grows the Mystic
Tree Of knowledge Watered by
the Spring Of Love-"

The Devils Letters to Mary Mac
Lane, have appeared. They are said
! to be by Chicago woman. and are
| published by the Interstate Publish
| ing company of Chicago. They are
said to be the consequence of an idea
that the book The Story of Mary
MacLan", was a great and epoch
making work, over which the whole
world grew excited. Miss NacTane's
book made a sensation, hut il was
never regarded as of any literary or
other Importance. It was a freak
| with freak success. Anyhow this
! Sood lady has taken Mary MacLane
| seriously and written reply in
| which she makes a pretty good effort
al ont-Sizzling the Butte hot stuff.
| Tho book is in the form of letters to
Miss Maclanc from the Devil Of
which the Following is fair speci-
men:
"On the Lake, Holl, 1903.
My Own Unspcakahlc Mary:
You have bcs0ught me to come to
Nou Listen, little gir, while tell
Won a story
Once went in all my majesty. in
all my strength. in all my power. in
an my adorable wickedness. 10 a
woman Young and all alone
She was beautiful as the dawn,
passionate as snow. ethereal as an
! angel. Her fair soul crowned with
halo OF virgin purity, looked ont
through eyes Of infinite trust.
I lifted her in my arms and bore
, her awav-far away from her weary,
wretched Nothingness.
WHITTIER are we going kind De
Vil?' she asked
To the Vale OF Yellow Light
answered. where grows the mystic
Tree Of Knowledge watered by the
spring of Love-
And is this vale far Kind
! Devil?'
Far. vert far: over "the green
wetness and swectness., ] said
What grows in this vale, Kind
Devil, besides the mystic Tree OF
Knowledge, watcred ny the spring of
LOvo2
"'Ah. mint and white hawthorne
and myrtle, and rose, and hyacinth.
and jasmine, and blue bells. an
sWered.
When th" sun touches the merid-
ian and the light is golden yellow
And even as | spoke. there was
waited m MS over n" heaven
kissing hills n breath of mrrtlp and
rose and IA wonderful light OF trans
iiguration descended upon us, I'm
der This light that never was on land
nr sea her young womaN's body
shona r"solendent-a thing Of beau
ty and light and love.
"Anhrodito, when she rose from the
sea. was not more dazzling than she,
clothed. as SHE was. in the mist Of
the mornin@ with beads Of dew in
her hair, and her bare feet of ivory
VIII ,eness resting in a bed Of wet
hlnc-belS..
II led hcr to bank Of purple hya-
cinth-and 10, the mystic Tree OF
knowledge. watered by the spring of
Love- bent above it,
We We're together. she and T. in
the gold light for days-for days
But there was no marking of time.
there In the Vale of yellow Light,
one day is a thousand years and
thousand years as one day.
"'DO Won 'H"a .en sweet Devil?'
she asked.
"'Ay. from the depths of my metal
heart | answered. Ha,-ha, ,-ha'
She turned her fawn-lke eyes to
me, their look of bOundess faith
changed into one of uncertain be-
wilderment.
Then, summoning the most po-
tent magic Of my art, | cast upon her
such a spell of rapturous abandon
ment that she exclaimed:
20 glorious Devil clasp me,
crush me: consume me with hot love,
BLISTER me with v0ur burning lava
kisses; wrap me round so tight with
your strong steel arms" that nv
nuivering woman's body shall all but
break in your embrace Send such
cutting ecstacv through my super
sensitive nerves as shall threaten to
snap them in twain
For this I have given up Fame.
and Money. and Power and Virtue,
and Honor. and Righteousness, and
Truth and Logic and PHILOSOPHY.
and Genius Make it worth the
price. O Devil
And the children you will bear
me-will they be human, angel, or
devil?'
Devil devil--born in the image
Of Yourself. o marvelons Devil"
"'Can you bear 1.-THE infniry of
love?' I asked.
Yes yes, Abate it nothing
though | die
Then | touched her young wo-
mans body ,--'''- srn-the DEVILS fire
and she fell in a swOon like death.
though but seeming death. from an
ecstacy more poignant than pain.
Here I drew a CANOPY of clOnds
about us; for the things I said to her