The Washington times., 1916-06-25
or. SIR. You had better wait until

answer. SIR. You had better wait until
morning"
"Try again!" he exclaimed. 1T is .
matter Of life and death! Hurry
But no response rewarded hts impa-
tfcnce.
At last he hung up the receiver. He
vas certain that something more grave
than he l,nd con1ectured must have oc-
Cured In the big house II not single
soul were there to answer the call.
lie hurrledly donned his clothes.
placed a revolver in the pocket or his
ulster. drcw on an old hat. and ran from
the house.
1t was very quiet in the semi-sub-
urban district In which the Maynard
estate was located. But the shaded
street was not as deserted as was its
usual wont. In this early hour of the
morning.
A great black limousine. driven with
noiseless engines. had come to stop
on the street, sheltered from the view
Of the house by some broad-spreading
Arthur Varney. with his neck and
was the first to step out OF the car.
| behind him came the leader OF the
| Black Order ceremonials.
Four other brethren descended to the
pavement anu StoOu toBSthSi q
at Is the hour commanded by the
| Master!" said Varney, looking at his
watch in the dim light from the auto
machine. and We will begin!" COM
The four men obeyed. as varney
| clambered into the Limousine behind
| them.
There in the darkness he gave strange
| commands, and made the manual ges-
lures which had been taught him by
| the Master. The four men were soon
cataleptic and he spoke to them with
the tense. authoritative manner OF his
go to her bed room and will that
; she be levitated out Of the window" he
commanded. Il vii, wait below! ..
certain that the astral form had already
| left the physical shells behind. Tie
slipped from the car. and followed by
his sole remaining companion, Brother
shrubberv toward the summer house in
| the garden.
The two men, with faces muffied IN
the folds OF black handkerchiefs, now
darted across a bare mooniit space. to
the shadowy refuge OF the rustic sum-
you wait here and I will carry her
| to your he commanded.
All this time. Payson Alden. running
with a speed which he had never at
tained in the best days of college
| prowess upon the athletic field. was
speeding toward the Maynard home, his
heart sinking with every step that drew
It seeemd as though he would never
Within Myra's bedroom the screen
suddenly began to glow with a dull
The girl stirred uneasily in her
sleep, as the horrid dream OF the past
three nights made its new visitation.
| The waving hands OF the four dim
spirits seemed to quiet her. however. as
by hypnotic spell.
| Then It seemed to her that they were
exerting some new and dreadful power
upon her She felt as though each OF
the eight sinewy hands were extended
in the shape OF a huge magnet. She
was being drawn drawn with a terri
BILE, burning force. which seemed &c
tear at every muscle every bone, al
her very heart.
Paysor Alden had reached his Jour.
ney's end at last. The sight OF the
black car caused him to whip out his
revolver, and he peered cautiously in
side. He saw apparently four sleeperi
or drunken meN
what can II Nean?" he thought. But
he dismissed this perplexity from hi
mind, to rush through the shrubbery
and toward the Maynard home.
Arthur Varney TODD beneath Myra't
window with hands extended. as though
} waiting for something to he laid y