The Washington times., 1917-09-18
DRACULA,
THE VAMPIRE
BY BRAN STOKER.

out OF Il, or that I had never come.
II may be that this strange night
i. existence Is telling on me; but would
that that were ALL II there were any
one to talk to I could bear It, but
there is no one. I have only the
Count to speak with, and he.-I fear
am myself the only living soul with
in the place. Let me be prosaic 80
far as facts can be; It Will help me to
bear mp. and imagination must not run
riot with me. II It does I am lost.
Let me say at once how I stand-or
seem to.
I only slept a few hours when I
went to bed, and feeling that could
not sleep any more, got up. I had
hung my shaving glass by the win
dow, and was just beginning to shave.
suddenly felt a hand on ny shoulder,
and heard the Counts voice
saying to me. "Good-morning." I
started, for it amazed me that had
not seen him, since the reflection Of
the glass covered the whole room be-
hind me. In starting had cut my
self slightly, but did not notice II at
the moment. Having answered the
Counts salutation. ! turned to the
glass again to see how had been mis-
taken This time there could be no
error, for the man was close 20 me,
and could see him over my shoulder.
But there was no reflection OF him in
the mfFrori The whole room behind
me was displayed; but there was no
sign OF man in it. except myself.
A MIRROR THAT.
Makes No REFLECTION.
This was startling, and, coming on
the top of-so- many strange things,
was beginning to increase that vague
feeling of uneasiness which always
have when the Count Is near; but AZ
the instant ]. saw that the cut had
bled little, and the blood was trick
ling over my chin. I laid down the
razor turning as I did so half round
to look for some sticking plaster.
When the Count saw my face. his eyes
blazed with a sort OF demoniac fury,
and he suddenly made q grab at my
throat. I drew away, and his hand
touched the string OF beads which
held the crucifix. It made an instant
change in him, for the fury passed 30
quickly that I could hardly believe
that it was ever there.
Take care" he said, take care how
you cut yourself. It is more danger
Gus than you think in this country"
Then seizing the shaving glass he
went on: "And this is-ths wretehed
thing that has done the mischief. It
Is foul bauble OF mans vanity. Away
with itI' and opening the heavy win
dow with one wrench OF his terrible
hand, he flung out the glass. which
was shattered into a thousand pieces
on the stones OF the courtyard far be-
low. Then he withdrew without q
word. 1t is very annoying, for do not
see how I am to shave, unless in my
watch-case or the bottom OF the shaw
Ing pot, which is fortunately OF metal.
When went into the dining room.
breakfast was prepared; but I could
not find the Count anywhere. So
breakfasted alone. II Is strange that
as yet 1 have not seen the Count eat
or drink. He must be a very peculiar
mani After breakfast did q little e1-
ploring in the castle. I went out on
the stairs and found a room looking
magnificent, and from where I stood
there was every opportunity OF seeing
II. The castle is on the very edge
Of a terrible precipiee. A stone fall.
ing from the window would fall q
Thousand feet without touching any
thing, AS far as the eye can reach
is a sea OF green tree tops, with
occasionally a deep rift where there
70 a chasnl. Here and there are silver
threads where the rivers wind In deep
gorges through the forests,
But I am not In heart TO describe
beauty, for when I had seen the view
explored further; doors. doors, doors
everywhere. and all locked and bolted-
In no place save from the windows IN
the castle walls Il there an available
exit
The castle Il a veritabIs prison. and
am a prisoner!
fCOpyIixhted.l
tTa BE Canflnurh TanaorramN