The Washington times., 1917-11-20
DRACULA,
THE VAMPIRE
By BRAN STOKER.

Yes. Il is q child, but who brought
It here7 And Is It vounded7" I asked.
I'VE shall see." said the profess
sor, and with one impulse we took our
way out of the churchyard, he carry
ing the sleeping child.
When we had got some little dis
tance away, we went into q c1ump Of
trees, and struck q match, and looked
at the child's throat It was without
q scratch or scar Of any kind.
''Was rightT' asked triumph
antly.
1--WE were Just In time" said the
professor thankfully.
We had now to decide what we
were to do with the child, and 20 con-
suited about It. II we were to take Il
to q police station we should have
to give some account OF our move
ments during the night; at least, we
should have had to make some state
ment as to how we had come to md
the child.
So finally we decided that we would
take It to the Heath, and when we
heard q policeman coming, would
leave II where he could not fail to
find #; we would then seek our way
home as quickly as we could.
All fell out well. At the edge OF
Hampstead Heath we heard q police
mans heavy tramp, and laying the
child on the pathway, we waited and
watched until he saw II ~ he flashed
his lantern to and fro. We heard his
exclamation OF establishment, and then
we went AWAY silently. BY gpod
chance we got cab near the Span
iards," and drove to town.
cannot sleep, 20 I make this entity.
But 1 must try to get few hours
sleep, as Van Helsing Is to call for
me at noon. He inSistS that shall
60 with him on another expedition.
27 September.-It was 2 o'clock be-
fore we found q suitable opportunity
for cur attempt The funeral held at
noon was all completed, and the last
stragglers OF the mourners had taken
themselves laxily away. when, look
ing carefully from behind d clump
OF alder trees, we saw the sexton lock
the gate after him
We knew then that We were safe
till morning did we desire It; but the
professor told me that we should not
want more than an hour at most
Again felt that horrid sense OF the
reality OF things, in which any effort
OF Imagination seemed out OF place:
and realized distinctly the perils OF
the law which we were incurring in
our unhellowed work. Besides, felt
1t was all SO useless.
Outrageous as Il was 70 open a
leddeu coffin, 70 see II a woman dead
nearly a week were really dead, II
now seemed the height OF folly to
open the tomb again, when we knew,
from the evidence OF our own eye
sight, that the coffin was empty.
shrugged my shoulders, however. and
rested. silent, for Van Heising had a
way OF going on his own road, no
matter who demonstrated.
He took the key. opened the vault,
and again courteously motioned me
to precede. The place was not SO
gruesome as last night, but, oh! how
unutterably mean looking when the
sunshine streamed in. Van HelsinE
walked over to Lucy's coffin. and I
followed. He bent over and again
forced back the leaden fange; and
then a shock OF surprise and dismay
shot through me.
LUCY's BODY AGAIN
IN ITS RESTING PLACE.
There lay Lucy. seemingly Just as
we had seen her the night before her
funeral She was, II possible, more
radiantly beautiful than ever; and
could not believe that She was dead.
The lips were red; nay, redder than
before; and on the cheeks was 4 deli
cate bloom
'Is this a juggle?" I said to him
"Are you convinced now7" said the
professor in responce, and as he spoke
he put over his hand, and In q way
that made me shudder, pulled back
the dead lips and showed the white
teeth.
Ito BE Continued TOROTrOw1
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