Evening star., 1914-04-12

thing for him. 1t hid him for a moment
from his pursuerS, and he ran through an
open gate into a yard surrounding what had
once been fashionable house. 1t was now
in dilapidated state, and the yard was full
of rubbish. Corlin ran around back OF the
building, jumping over sawhorses, wheel
barrows, and old chairs as he went Going
like a Marathon winner, he turned across
the back yard, and ran against wire that
was stretched between two posts. 1t had
done duty as a clothes line.
For moment Corlin thought he had
either been shot or struck by lightning
When he could breathe again he crept over
to an empty express wagon, climbed in, and
stretched himself on the bottom of it. Then,
quivering with pain and terror, he listened
1t was evident that he had escaped. His
pursuers had kept on down the street. He
could hear them shouting; but their cries
grew fainter and fainter, and finally all be-
came quiet. But terror, worse than any he
had as yet experienced, was still in store for
him. When he reached Professor Gas
coyne's door it was locked He rang the
bell without getting a response. All was
silent within. What if the professor had
died suddenly or gone away forever? The
thought of it made Henry Corlin sick. He
felt now that he was lost unless he could
have the treatments the professor had prom
ised him. His knees yielded under his
weight his lips and tongue became dry, and
cold drops began to trickle from his brow.
HE leaned against the door, and was Won
- dering what his wife would say to him,
when he felt hand laid lightly upon his
shoulder. Gasping with terror, he turned
and looked into the face of Professor Gas
coyne.
49," the professor said, "you have come
for another treatmento You should have
done so before the effect of the first one
wore off. Now we shall have to begin all
over again
I'm sorry, Professor" Corlin replied Il
ought to have come last night. / didn't eX-
pect to wear it off so soon l won't let it
happen again-only, for Gods sake, let me
get my ego back as quickly as you can.~
They had entered the studio, and Pro-
fessor Gascoyne, after carefully closing the
door, went to his cabinet, where he turned
brass knob, producing noise like that made
by the winding of clock. He then sat
down at the table on which were the mys-
terious caskets and the weird figures. Corlin
dropped into the chair he had occupied
while receiving his first treatment. Almost
Immediately he began to feel his self-con-
fdence returning. The agreeable odor
again filled the room; the professor brushed
back his long hair and gazed steadily at his
lHc pam THAT AOIllH lldu lSll DIS et lG-
suit of his collision with the clothes wire
disappeared.
well" the professor asked, "how did
things go while your ego was on duty?"
"Splendidly,' said Corlin. But what if
something was to happen to you before l
got enough CT the treatments to last me for
ever? For Heavens sake don't let me take
any unnecessary chances"
Professor Gascovne smiled reassuringly.
@Nothing is going to happen to me- he
said. "This treatment will last longer than
the first one did. 1t will be quite safe for
you to wait two days for the next one.
Come to me, then, and we shall see."
TT was on the day after Henry Corlin had
taken his seventh treatment that he re-
ceived from Compton & &C. letter in
which he was asked to enter their service
as manager of an important department.
Without saying anything about it to Adams,
he went to Daniel W. Boutwell,. Never be-
fore had he gone into the private Office, ex-
cept when he had trernbingly done SO in
response to requests to appear before the
head of the establishment and explain errors
that had been charged against him. Now
he entered with all the assurance of a lion
invading the cage of fox. Without waiting
to be invited to do so, he took a seat facing
Boutwell, who leaned forward expectantly.
"T)o vO,1 remember how long I have been