The Washington times., 1917-11-03
DRACULA,
THE VAMPIRE
By BRAN STOKER.

their way, half clad a. they were,
and prepared fire and water.
Fortunately, the kitchen and boiler
fires were still alive, and there was
no lack OF hot water. We got q ba h,
and carried Lucy out as she was and
placed her In II. Whilst we were
busy chatting her limbs there was .
knock at the halldoor. One OF the
maids ran off, hurried on some more
clothes, and opened It. Then she re-
/ turned and whispered to as that there
was n gentleman who had come
with q message from Mr.. HOLLYWOOD.
bade her simply tell him that he
must wait, for we could see no ono
now. She went away with the mes
sage, and, engrossed with our work,
I clean forgot all about him
never saw In all my experiences
the professor work in such deadly
earnest ! knew-as he knew-that
II was q stand-up fight with death,
and in q pause told him 50. He an
swered me In q way that I did not
understand, but with the sternesx
look that his face could wear:
III that were all, / would stop here
where we are now, and let her fade
away into peace, for see no light
in life over her horizon" He went
on with his work with, II possible,
renewed and more frenzied vigour.
Presently we both began to be con-
scious that the heat was beginning
to be of SONS effect Lucy's heart beat
q trifle more audibly to the stetho-
scope, and her lungs had q percepti-
BILE movement Van Helsingss face
from, the bath and rolled her In =
hot sheet to dry her he said to mos
The first gain Is oursI Check 70
the King!
We took Lucy into another room.
which hee by now been prepared. and
laid her In bed and forced q few drops
handy down her throat. noticed
that Van Helsing tied a soft silk
handkerchief round her throat She
was still unconscious. and was quite
as bad as. II not worse than. we had
ever seen her.
Van Helsing called in one of the
women, and told her to stay with her
and not to take her eyes on her TIM
we returned, and then ssckoned me
out of the room
I'VE must consult as to what is -
be done" he said as we descended the
stairs In the hall he opened the dlns
Ing room door, and we passed IN. he
closing the door carefully behind him.
The shutters had been opened, but
the blinds were already down, with
that obedience to the etiquette OF
death which the British woman of the +,
lower classes always rigidly observes.
The room was, therefore, dimly dark.
II was, however. light enough for our
Van Helsings sternness
was somewhat relieved by 4 look Of >
He was evidently tortur-
ing his mind about something. so 7
waited for An instant. and he spoke:
What are we to do now7 Where
are to turn for helpf We must have
another transfusion Of blood, and
that soon. or that poor girls life
won't be worth an hours purchase.
You are exhausted already: am ex-
women, even II they would have cour-
age to submit. What are we to do for
someone who viii open his veins for
herr
howr'
An OLD FRIEND APPEARS
AT1AN OPPoRTUB TIME.
The voice came from the sofa
across the room. and its tones brought
relief and Joy to my heart, for they
were those of Quincy Morris. Van
Helsing started angrily at the 1rst
sound. but his face softened and q
glad look came into his eyes as
cried out: 'Quincey Morris!" and
rushed toward him with outstretched
hands.
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