The Huttig news., 1911-09-09

motion, something between wslk and g'ide conscious that his ecua- p'mity had been reetored rather than shaken by the incident.
 He held on Tn pursuit of the black shadow. passing forsaken temples spd lordly p'easu-e houses all marble tracerv and frptwork, strnding arart in what had once been noble gardens, srnten tanks all weed grown and ronk with slime. humhier doorvards and cots on whose hearth hstores tte fires for centuries had been eole-his destination ev'dertIv the tempIe of tie unspeakable Eye
 As they drew nearer the lcadi.g 1 shadow forsock the shade of the walls which he seemed to favor. sweeping hastily across plaza white with moonglare and without pause on into the black. gaping hole beyond the marble arch
 Here for the first time Amber hung back. stopping a score of feet from the door. his nerves a-iang1e. He did not faiter in his purpose: he was go- Ing to enter the ipky portal. but would he ever leave 1t? And the world was sweet to him.
 He took firm hold of his reason ard went on across the dark threshold. took three uncertain strides into the limitless unknown. and pulled I'D short. hearing nothing. unable to see a yard before him Then with a ter rife crash like fhunder-clap the great doors swung to behind him. He whirled about with 8 stifed cry con scious of mad desire to find the doors again. took step or two to- ward them, paused to wonder if he were moving in the right direction. moved little to the left, half turn d and was lost Reverberating. the echoes of the crash rolled far away until they were no more than as whisper adrift In the silence. until that was gone
 Digging his nails Into bis pfIms, he waited; and In the suspense of dread began to count the seconds.
 One minute two three four
 He shifted his weight from one foot 10 the other.
 He passed hand across his face and brought 1t away. wet with per spiration. =.
 In some remote srot bell began to toll; at first slowly-clangl ciangi clang then more quickly, until the roar of it's soncreae, gonglike tones seemed to All all the world and to set it a-trembie. Th.n insensibly, the tempo became more se date, the first clainor of it mode ated, and Amber abruptly was alive to the fact that the bell was speaking that It's voice. deep, clear. sound, metallic, was rolling forth again and again a question couched in the purest Sans I krit:
 Who Is there? Who is there7 Who Is there? 7
 The hair lifted on his scalp and he swallowed hard in the effort to an swer: but the lie stuck in his throat 1; he was not Rutton and . and 1t is very hard to lie effectively when 1 too ctdau III cthf N oot huCsS otti % mouth dry as dust and your hair sti" ring at the roots because Of the in tensely impersonal and a'oof accents of an inhuman bell-voice, tolling away out of nowhere.
 Who is there?"
 Again he failed to answer. Scme- where near him he heard slight noise as of a man moving inlpatiently; and then a whisper: Respond. thou fool!''
 Art thou come. 0 chosen of the Gateway" the bell-volce rang.
 'I am come" Amber mn aged to reply.
 Hear vel" rang the bell Hear ye, O lords and rulers In Medhyama! o children of my Gateway. hear ye well! He is come! He stands upon the threshold of the Gateway"
 A great drum roared like the crack of doom; and Amber's jaw dropps d. For in the high roof of the temple a sixfoot slab had been noiselessly withdrawn, and through 1t cold shaft of moonlight fell, cutting the gloom like gigantic rapier, and smote with its immaculate radiance the true Gateway of Swords
 Not six paces from him 1t 1eared ont of the darkness in an iridescens sheen; an arch scant ten feet in height, and in span double the width of big mans shoulders. woven across like 8 weaver's frame with ribbons of pale Are. But the ribbons were of steel-steel blades. sharp. bright, gleaming With their pommels cum ningly afixed so that their points touched and interlaced. yet swung free, they lined the piers of the arch from base to span and all the grace ful sweep Of the intrados. curtain oS shimmering, trembling steel, barring; the way to the mystery beyond. Which was-darknees.
 70 ye swordsi" belled the voice. 70 ye swords that have known no dishonor! o ye swords that have sung in the grasp of my greatest, Swords of Jehangar, Akbar, Alamgir I | @f ChnA