The review. [volume] (High Point, N.C.) 1908-19??, 1915-09-30
Thirteenth INSTALLMENT
THE PROFESSORS TREAcHERY.


"She's asleep" thought Mrs. Guns
dorf, the time has CONE" and she
began cautiously to edge herself out
sideways from under the bed But
Celestial was not quite asleep and the
noise Mrs. Gunsdorf made walked her,
and just as Mrs. Gunsdorf was begin
ming to rise from the floor, Celestial
slipped from the bed, eluded hand
that clutched at her dress, snatched
from the bureau heavy silver hand
mirror, the only weapon of defense
that was in sight, and darted into the
observation compartment.
In the center Of the place was a
heavy table covered with periodicals;
behind this Celestial took her stand,
ready, like a child playing tag, to dodge
in either direction. Her eyes, wildly
excited, but fearless, strove to meet
and master the eyes of her assailant,
but could not, so bound was Mrs.
Gunsdorf by the knowledge that she
must look anywhere but at those eyes.
Mrs Gunsdorf was at disadvan-
tage. Not much older than Celestia,
she was heavier, less alert, and she
dared not make a full use of her eyes
Her face averted, so that with the
tails of her eyes she only had partial
glimpses Of Celestial, her rushes were
more or less at random. Once she
threw herself headlong half across the
table and stabbed, as a snake strikes
only to find that she had miscalcu-
lated the distance entirely.
There was another pause.
"Why do you want to hurt me?"
asked Celestia. "Why won't you look
at me?"
other rush. Celestial threw a chair in
her way and once more succeeded in
keeping the heavy table between
them.
She was getting angry. What right
had anyone to chase her with knife?
If the woman would only look at her!
Mrs. Gunsdorf, thwarted, and MUIR
derous was nonplused at the ease
with which, SO far, Celestia had eluded
her. Her eyes, downcast, had for
their momentary range of vision a
pile Of reviews just in front Of c.
lestia, and a portion of Celestia's
dress.
Quick as thought Celestial laid the
hand-mirror with which she had armed
herself face up upon the pile of re-
views, and, behold, in the depths of
the shining refractor the eyes of the
two women had met at last. With
great effort to collect her swimming
senses, Mrs. Gunsdorf jerked her head
up and found herself looking into the
eyes themselves. Catastrophe was
upon her; she had no longer the pow
er to look away.
"At least" said Celestia, "you shall
go away thinking that you have done
what you came to do-Celestia, who
has done you no harm in this world,
but whom you wish to stab to death
with that knife, is asleep on her bed in
her stateroom. She is very tired and
very sound asleep; still you must
move cautiously"
And Mrs. Gunsdorf, her eyes fixed
and dead, but the rest of her features
wearing wicked, murderous express
sion, began horrible, grotesque, tip
toed advance toward the open door of
Celestia's stateroom. Then, in her hyp-
Noticed brain, she seemed to see Ce-
lestia asleep upon her bed; and then
she was driving her knife many times
to the hilt in the beautiful white
breast.
"Once more for luck" said Celestial
with a kind of awful grimness, make
it bakers dozen. Thirteen, now she's
dead. Into the bathroom and get
the blood off your hands and off the
knife. The lefthand tap is the hot
water Hurry! There is no time to
lose."
So Mrs. Gunsdorf hurried and hur-
ried and washed and washed, and &C.
Lstia stood grimly by and looked on
ct is curious that it doesn't all come
Off, but then there was such lot of
it. Try the pumice stone, try that
little bottle; it's for removing ink
stains. I'm afraid it's no use-you'n
always Gee those spots on the hand
mat held the knife. You'll really have