The Bamberg herald. [volume] (Bamberg, S.C.) 1891-1972, 1913-02-20
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visit, for the graveyard is the last
place on earth a living human be-
ing would be found at low twelve.
So to this loney and uncanny spot
| hied and stood upon it's mar
gin and called out ''Zuelika,
seven times, and to my utter dismay,
Just in the center of the graveyard
I heard a rustic among the vines and
peeping into the tangled mass, | saw
woman arrayed in spotless white,
making her way toward me. The i'm
pulse of the moment was to flee as
the wicked when no man pursued,
even if phantom woman did, but
flight was impossible, for I was
chained to the spot with the chains
of Pluto. My hair was on end, and
it seemed to be not less than ten
feet long, while my monkish coWl
seemed to be on an elevation with old
Luna, who was pouring down flood
of silvery light, and on whose bland
face there seemed to be a smile,
laughing evidently at my unenvlable
predicament. On came the being,
and as she neared me, I regained
the power of speech, which had been
lost, and said:
From whence come you?'
From the coral strands of India,
of course. 1 saw you this night por-
ing over the Tantra, and I read your
thoughts afar off; I knew your in
fidelity, and on the wings of the
lightning l came to meet you here. y
Never did man look upon a love-
lier being. Her form was faultless,
her face was a veritable dream of
loveliness, her voice was symphony.
No maiden of Circassia, no beauty of
the Greek, no Peri of the East, no
Houri, of the Mohammedan heav-
en-, could compare in exquisite
beauty with this woman or phantom
before me.
Thing of beauty tell me who you
are!"
"Why tell you, when I know full
we'll you will not believe my story.
I am as old as Eden itself; that in
the very heart of Paradise was /
born, and nurtured by the gods, and
it was there that I learned to wor-
ship man. 1t was I and not the SER
pent who made Adam fall. Through
the ages I have come, loving man all
the while, suffering his contumeltious
filings, to love him even more"
How on earth do you manage to
look so young, so fresh, so beautiful,
and you admit coming down the ages
these thousands of years?"
This is plain. We learned the
value of the Pythagorian hypothesis
long before this old sage promulgated
it. All of us are experts in the art
of metempsychosis or the TRANSMIT
grafton of body rather than that of
soul"
Whom do you visit?''
Almost every man. Few men are
unknown, at least, to the minor sue
cubal, but of course we all prefer a
Lothario to an Adonis. Night is
nearly always the time we choose to
roam, and where man is we will also
be there, too. From the hovel to
the castle, from sea to sea, from the
ice bound north to the ice-bound
south we go, and never weary in our
wanderings.
''Why did the Romans give you
such an opprobious epithet?'
What do you know of the Ro-
mans? Could you have followed the
arms of Rome as we did; saw Rome
in her glory; saw Rome mistress OF
the world; revelling in luxury, then
finally meeting her fate at the hands
of savage foes; giving up the ghost
and passing away for ever -
Your answer is evasive.'
"You cut me short. The Romans
adored us, but because we were not
of Roman origin, that is why the
contumely you mention was applied
to us. But be assured that the
| Romans fingered with the succuba]
as did, and as do other men. Men
have always been men, and the ages
make few changes with them. But
! day is coming, and l must now make
my journey to the land Of Brahmin
Goodnight.
She was gone as the lightning
flash, and | threaded my way home
ward in the gray down, vowing in my
heart of hearts to keep inviolable in
my breast the meeting of the sue
cubus. And l know now that such
nymph exists. I have seen he1
magic charms, her wondrous beauty
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