The evening world. [volume] (New York, N.Y.) 1887-1931, 1914-05-11

BaGo, - on q throne. holding hte head
some way OF nrst chewing her neck
lace and gigsiing. had suddenly turned
quite grave-solernn, sven-Ahd was
advancing. step by step. like some one
IN . dream. toward the space where
the Marquis danced.
Her hands were spread out - II she
were blind. ana her eyes never looked
ct the ground. or the moonlight, or
the tress-ouly at the Marquis, danc-
Ing. And she stepped nearer and
nearer.
don't 90 about With cotton wool
In my ears In the Papuan bush coun-
try. even whom things are-or seem
a. quiet a. Sunday evening church in
sydney With the wrong girl alongside
Of you. I heard something moving
In the scrub that wasn't q pig or .
dog: the Marquis didn't hear II, for he
was whistling softly to himssff all the
time he danced. and the girl didn't, for
she was hynotixed. or something like
7. But I thought II as we'll TO stop
the circus Just there; 50. without look
ing round. went forward. grabbed the
Marquis by the shoulder, and said:
"Cut II out!"
He stopped-not without Q turn or
two TO finish II OF nicely-And. re-
spending to . pinch on tho arm.
moved away with me quite amicably.
When we got back to tho marea-
the girl had vanished. somehow. as
these natives can. without ones even
seeing how-he asked me what the
matter was.
you don't seem 20 remember" I
said. that we're in q hostile country.
I'd be obliged II you would" put
back nv pine,
what did you see7" asked the
Marquis. quite grave and sensible
, now.
II saw nothing" I said. II don't
know that there was anything. But l
think I heard-the little creak that
some Of these big blackwood bows
make. ! wouldn't dance the Love
any more, II ! were you. Or l
wouldn't dance II at that particular
girl. Or at any girl"
She Is beautiful" said the Mar
auis. "She II what you Australians.
In your touching symbolism. call a
tart. I remember an Australian 1T
He had got hold Of both sides Of
his mustache-I saw that I was In
for the deluge Of "reminiscences. %
cut 1t short.
II believe that's your sorcerer COM
ing at last" I said.
There was a noise OF throbbins
drums in the village, q tramping
down the street, that evidently fore
told tho commencement OF the eve
ming dance. Now II was hardly to be
supposed that the village would be-
gin its entertainment before the sor-
cerer came hack from his spells IN
the forest to Join In the reveis'
told the Marquis this. and suggested
we should have some trade stun
taken out OF the packs In readiness
We got one OF our boys TO unite
sack or so. and selected some peaus
knives. salt and tobacco.
his spelling" declared the Marquis
peering through the door at tai
i,no-looking man who was stridine
down the street with general ar OF
owning the whole place.
He carried a big torch in his hand
and had Melted string bag over one
shoulder. Slung on his breast was
large, hollow piece OF bamboo, winch
he took some care to keep In per
nendlcular position. His face, rather
, fine one for New Guinea native
, showed clearly In the light of his
torch: II was painted In stripes OF
black and scarlet. with very hend
ish effect. On his head was magni.
ficent headdress OF paradise and par
. rot feathers. rising fully three or foul
feet above his mat OF hair. He nae
no clothes except bark belt, ana dic
not wear the bead and shell neck
iaces affected by most OF the othe'
people. There was something slunt
around his throat like a locket; 4
! swayed about so that could not SCI
what II was.
yes. that's the sorcerer without 9
doubt" ] said. Hes making RICH
here"
He was, and our interpreter. {
timid little lad from the coast, was D.
terrified at the sight that he ran ant
! hid himself at the back of the mares
and had TO be dragged out by force
, nv the time we had succeeded Il
. ouicting him down and assuring hir
that our weapons would protect us a
D from any sorcerer the man was a
a the steps and mounting them.
h In the light OF the fire we saw
what his locket was. ] took
v AZ first for monkeys paw. but. re
Wondering that there are no monkey
d In New Guinea | had another lool
!, and then realized that II was huma
v hand. dead and dried.
The Marquis looked at the ugly or
|, nament much as a collector OF Insect
v looks at a hideous ana Valuaol
beetle.
: "Flint, this is what you call tn
{, real Mackay," he said. This Is IN
. worth Of my money" He rose an
4 was about 20 greet~the sorcerer wit
t all the grace of Versailles-in fact, h
" had already begun a courtly bow
d when small and very ugly maj
- with ears like bat, came runnin
d out OF the dark from nowhere an
I grabbed the great man by the FOR
]. as he went up.
o Mo, Mo-" he cried: and the
came a food OF native, intcrmingle
y with the widest gestures. The ugl
l. little man beat the air with h
hands, thumped himself In the rib
10 Jumped up and down till the feather
= on his head waved like cocoan,
'e leaves in a hurricane. and all III
It time yelled. chartered. gasped an
s. choked. Mo, who had come dow
l. tho ladder again at the first wort
q stood looking at tho furious ltttl