The Washington times., 1912-04-23
THE TIMES DAILY SERIAL STORY
Darkness andDawn
By George Allan England ro Fnk s1v 60,
Copyright. 1911
CThe Frank A. Munsey Co.

and even this, only few rods from the
building-Net by confused, vague noise
that began they knew the alarm had
been given to the whole horde.
Here, there, the cry was repeated. \
shifting, moving sound began In the
visible group the things were getting to
their handlike feet, standing unsteadiy
on their loose-skinned scalY legs, gap
ing about them, whining and clicking
with disgusting sounds!
Sudden numbing fear seized beatrice.
Now for the first time she realized the
imminent peril; now she regretted her
hea dstrong insistence on seeing the
horde at close range.
She turned. pale and shaken, and her
trembling hand sought the engineers.
He still, foV moment. kept his eye
to the crack, fascinated by the very
horror of the sight. Then all at once
! another figure shambled into view.
"A female one" he realized. shudder-
ing; Too monstrously hideous. this
sight TO be endured. with a gasp the
man drew back.
About Beatrice he drew his arm. To-
gether, almost as soundlessly as wraiths,
| they stole away, out through the office,
of the arcade once more.
Here for few moments they knew
| that they were safe. Retreat through
the Marble Court and up the stairs was
trance open into the arcade, the one
| through Pine Tree Gate, and this Vas
| blocked so narrowly by the giant bole
! that Stern knew there could be nc
! general moh-rush through it--no attack
which he could not for while hold
| back so long as his ammunition and
/ the girls should last
Thus they hreathed more freely now.
! Most of the tumult outside had been
cut off from their hearing by the re-
| tirement into the arcade. They paused
! to plan their course
| At Stern the girl looked eagerly.
/ NJ, -N.fF
| whispered 1T was all my fault for
having been so headstrong. for having
insisted on a look at them! Forgive
| me-
"S-h." he cautioned again. mo mat
ter about that The main thing now is
/ whether We attack or waite
| Attack? Now"
~ don't think much of going upstairs
frightiul time with thirst. TO say
nothing of not being able to make the
pulverite. Water we must have. If II
weren't for your being here I'd mighty
soon wade into that bunch and see who
wins! But-well, ! haven't any right
! to endanger--'
Beatrice seized his hand and pulled
! him toward the doorway.
Come on cried she. "lf you and
| aren't a match for them. We don't de
serve to live, that's all. You know how
l can shoot now. Come along"
Her eyes cleaned with the light o.
battle, battle for liberty. for life: hcI
cheeks glowed with the tides Of gen
! erous blood that coursed beneath The
| skin. Never had Stern beheId her hall
so beautiful, so regal In that Clinging
barbaric Bengal robe of black and vel
low, caught at the throat with tho
clasp Of raw gold
a sudden impulse seized him. domi
nant. resistless. For a brief moment Ii,
detained her; he held her back; abou
her supple body his arm frightened.
She raised her face in wonder IL
bent little. and on the brow he kisseC
her rapturously.
THANK God for such a comrade ant
a-friend," said he.
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