The enterprise. [volume] (Harlem, Mont.) 1899-1926, 1910-02-16
MIR. ENOS ADAMS AND
THE GODS AT WEI HEN
By FLORENCE EDITH AUSTIN
Copyrighted by Short Stories Co., Ltd.)

parietal trepanning, denoting the
path OF an acknowledgements brick,
he prayed with the force of a cal
Hope:
20 ONTO Fo (Amitabha Buddha),
look down upon thy silver-crowned
son."
Both Fo and the mob gazed in
amaze at the metal Uranium, over
which the red rage cast scintillating
lights and darting CLEANS, as though
1T were jewel set.
% spirits of my ancestors, whos&
trinity of souls watch over and de-
lend me. hasten Tung-wo, the god of
miracles, to my deliverance from
these yen rem wild men,"
! The yen rem, still in the throttlinl
clutch of medieval superstition,
watched with thrills OF fear, and yet
| lncredulously, for the wonders Tung
Wo would send at the supplication Of
a foreign devil.
"Kuan-ti, thou green-faced god of
war;" he next :mplored, "send the
sword and the leaden hail against all
whom the wind from this, my hand,
shall smite.
% souls of the Five Rulers, send
the tall white devil and the short
black devil, with their all-blighting
breath, to spit pestilence and famine
upon these turtles over whom my
teeth shall sweep" And dropping out
section of incisors from his mouth,
ne hurled them in boomerang zig
gag over the heads of the bewildered,
terror-struck horde, who fell back as
TAR as the press in the rear would
perm1t-those along the circuit Of the
mastlcators succumbing into squirm.
ing heaps of quivering humanity, and
the pale son of Satan" utilizing the
momentary distraction to dextrously
unhasp the box of dynamite cart
ridges.
He extracted a thimbleful of dy-
Mantle from it's packing and with a
llghtn1ng motion flung it toward the
nearest burning building, the while
shrleking, above the growing confu-
sion, to the God of Thunder to lift
up his mighty voice and make the
earth to tremble with his anger. The
answer came even as he called. and a
merry shower followed the dntonation
OF the irate god and fell in scorching
darts over the lunging, stewing mass
OF trenzied celestials, making despe.
rately toward the narrow exit in the
compound wall, at the same time
Watchlng, with backward glances. the
foreign devil who was turning their
own gods against them.
The moment had come for a conn
de grace, so, tearing off his tall linen
collar and f1inging it after the STAN.
pedlng herd, and making as though
ne would unscrew his head. he
shouted:
"Feng-shi, thou god of all gods, thou
god OF luck, send instant death rpon
all over whom my blood shall s71urt
Make 1t we'll up into fountain that
shall drench all Wei Hien,"
But there was not celestial left
to receive his squirting blood: 50.
foregoing the process of decapitating
himself, he proceeded quietly to gath
er up the scattered fragments of his
anatomy.
1T isn't every man who can make
remnant sale of himself when the
arises, or has recourse to
whole pantheon of malevolent chon.
chop deity" Illuminated Mr.. Enos Adj.
DAMS with not in the least the de-
portnent OF man who had passed
lnrough great crisis. And lifting
MS nat in grateful acknowledgment
TO the unseen spirits Of the air. he
departed by the light of the demons
Oh nre across the fields for the Ger.
man mines. nine long English miles
away.