The Forrest City times. [volume] (Forrest City, Ark.) 1871-1919, 1910-02-18

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 earthquake-impelled brick,
he prayed with the force of a cal
Hope.
% Omito 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.
Q spirits of my ancestors. whose
trinity OF souls watch over and de-
iend me. hasten Tung-wo, the god Of
miracles, TO my deliyeranee from
these yen rem wild men,"
The yen rem, still in the throttling
clutch Of medieval superstition,
watched with thrills of fear. and yet
incredulously. for the wonders Tung-
"o would send at the supplication OF
foreign devil.
huan-u, thou green-faced god of
war, he next .mplored, send the
sword and the leaden hail against all
Nhom the wind from this, my hand.
shall smite.
y 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 a boomerang zig.
gag over the heads Of the bewildered,
teffof-struck horde. who fell back as
iar az the press in the rear would
pefmit-those along the circuit of the
hiastlcators succumbing into squfrm-
ing heaps of quivering humanity. and
the pale son of Satan" utilizing the
momentary distraction to dextrously
unhasp the box of dynamite cart
ridges
lie extracted a thimbleful Of dy-
Mantle from its packing and with a
ilghtning motion flung it toward the
! nearest burning building, the while
shfieklng. above the growing eonfu.
/ 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 defamation
OF the irate god and fell in scorching
darts over the lunging. stewing mass
OF frenzied eelestials, making despe-
rateiy toward the narrow exit in the
compound wall. at the same time
watching, with backward glances. the
foreign devil who was turning their
own gods against them.
The moment had come for coun
de grace, so. tearing off his tall linen
collar and finging it after the STAN.
peding 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 upon
all over whom my blood shall squirt
Make it well up into a fountain that
shall drench all Wei Hen"
But there was not celestial left
TO receive his squirting blood: so,
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 mako
remnant sale Of himself when the
emergency arises. or has recourse to
a whole pantheon of malevolent cbon.
chop deity" ruminated Mr. Enos AID.
dams, with not in the least the de.
pertinent OF man who had passed
through a great crisis. And lifting
MS nat in grateful acknowledgment
10 the unseen spirits Of the air. he
departed by the light of the demons
OF hre across the fields for the Ger.
man mines. nine long English miles
away.