Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1917-07-22

by tho light Of tho lighting and the
lighting would strike rocks that would
and the wind blowing trees down too
and 1t got frexing cold and the old man
got hit with one Of the rocks and broke
his leg so our hero had t2 carry him
on his back and more rocks began .. ran,
now besides the lighting and thunder
and our hero could not ind his way
among the cliffs and then 1t started
raining too
"Bins bling went the ottomatick
bullets bling bling bling bling bling bling
bling bling Oh cried the old man I am
wounded again and probly I will die I'M
der Bing Bing Bing bling Bing bling
Mr. Wilson and the detectives kept on
bling bling bling bling bing bing bling
bling bling Oh cried the old man be-
cause Mr. Wilson and the detectives got
close up and the ottomatick bullets hit
the old man every time
Everything kept getting worse but
soon Harold saw terrible looking
cAvren and went inside Of 1t and put
the cid man down from earring him
The cavren was all black and 1t
smelled terrible Well said the old man
this is the worst looking place l have
ever been and 1 bet there is something
terrible in here and then some animal
jumped out from back in there and bit
him where the ottomatick bullets had
wounded him and he said Oh some AMI
NAL is biting me right in my wonds
oh now it is biting me where my leg
got broken.
soon the old man died and went to
meet his Maker Well said Harold l
wonder what l better do So he went
back in the cavren and there was some
kind of something green back in there
and he was afraid probly 1t was the old
mans gohst and he saw something that
looked like some eyes looking right at
him
This was a hail from the house. Della.
the cook, emerged from the kitchen door
and stood upon the back porch in the sun
set light. She addressed the silent stable.
"Musther Penrod. Y'r out there sim
where's, why can't yanswer me? Yer
father an mothers away fer dinner an
sos Miss Margrut an I'm not goin to
walt ahl night, SO If we want anything
t'eat We better cnin an eat it rs the
last I'll cahl yer!
However. she came to the door five
"Musther Penrod and various warnings;
but the stable remained stolidly unre-
sponsive. Finally she delivered real
ultimatum. and when 1t proved Intellectual,
retired permanently
Certainly her voice had reached the
physical ear of Penrod. but it conveyed
no meaning: his mind had not heard it.
Penrod's self was in a horrible cavern
in the Rocky mountains with Harold
Ramorez.
Like many another good soul moved
to attempt the transmutation Of vision
into manuscript, this author was not
aware how frail and treacherous are
the processes of the alchemy The fact
that words are fixed symbols of things
concerned Penrod little; he thought that
the words he set upon the paper meant
all the things he heard and felt and
saw in his minds eye rs he wrote
things which SO stirred and thrilled
him that his hand had begun to trem-
BILE as It spetl faster and faster. across
the pages.
He shook with horror of the awful
refuge discovered by Harold Ramorez;
he saw green yapor shimmering In Its
sinister ho11ows: he heard the shrieking
of the canyon wind across the cavern's
mouth, saw it lifting and tossing the
white hair and beard of dreadful fig
ure which lay there. naked, torn and
drenched. He fed toward the green
vapor in the depths, only to turn back.
shuddering with CHASTITY suspicious.
while out Of the darkness hundreds OF
eyes-eyes without bodies. eyes with
out faces-1ooked at him and began to
come closer, and closer and closer
When such a situation is thus con-
cetved and developed in such an author.
1t seldom proceeds toward GONZALES
cence. but rather the symptoms become
more and more malignant indefinitely,
relief being obtained only after the
author has had nights sleep. SO it
was but natural that Harold Ramorezs
suspicious concerning the green vapor
turned out to be we'll founded. The