Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1917-02-19
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We had proceeded for possibly an
hour without serious interruption and
Thuvia had just whispered to me that
we were approaching our first destina-
tion when on entering a great chamber
we came upon a man, evidently a
thern.
He wore, in addition to his leathern
trappings and jeweled ornaments, a
great circlet of gold about his brow, In
the exact center of which was set an
immense stone.
AS the thern saw us his eyes mar
rowed to two nasty Sits.
"Stopr' he cried. "What means this,
Thuvia?"
For answer the girl raised her re-
volver and fired point blank at him.
Without sound he sank to the earth,
dead
Beast" she hissed. after all these
years am at last revenged."
Then as she turned toward me, evil
IDENTIFY with a word OF explanation ON
her lips, her eyes suddenly widened as
they rested upon me, and with a little
exclamation she started toward me.
20 prince" she cried fate is in
deed kind to us. The way is still diff
cult, but through this vile thing upon
the floor we may yet win to the outer
world. hottest thou not the remarka-
bic resemblance between this holy
thern and thyself?'
CHAPTER VII.
Through the Golden Cliffs.
IT@1HE man was indeed of my pre-
else stature, nor were his eyes
and features unlike mine, but
~ his hair was mass of fiow-
ing yellow locks, like those of the two
had killed, while mine is black and
;lose cropped.
What Of the resemblance?" asked
The girl. "Do you wish me, with my
black, short hair, to pose as a yellow
haired priest of this internal cult?"
She smiled and for answer approach
ed the body of the man she had slain
and, kneeling beside 1t, removed the
circlet Of gold from the forehead and
then to my utter amazement lifted the
entire scalp bodily from the corpse's
head.
Rising, she advanced to my side and,
placing the yellow wig over my black
hair, crowned me with the golden cir
clet with the magnificent gem.
Now don his harness, prince" she
said, land you may pass where you
will In the realms of the therns, for
Sator Throg was a holy thern of the
tenth cycle and mighty among his
kind"
As stopped to the dead man to do
her bidding noted that not a hair
grew upon his head, which was quite
as bald as an egg.
'They are all thus from BIRTH" ex-
planned Thuvia, noting my surprise.
THE race from which they sprung
was crowned with a luxuriant growth
Of golden hair. but for many ages the
present race has been entirely bald.
The wig, however, has come to be a
part of their apparel, and so important
part do they consider 1t that it is
cause for the deepest disgrace were a
tbern to appear in public without it."
In another moment I stood garbed
in the habillments of holy thern.
At Thuvia's suggestion two of the
released prisoners bore the body of the
dead thern upon their shoulders with
us as we continued our journey toward
the storeroom, which we reached with
out further mishap.
Here the keys which Thuvia bore
from the dead thern of the prison vault
were the means of giving US immedi-
ate entrance to the chamber, and very
quickly we were thoroughly outf1tted
with arms and ammunition.
By this time 1 was so thoroughly
tagged that could go no farther so I
threw myself upon the floor. bidding
Tars Tarkas to do likewise and eau
tioning two of the released prisoners
to keep careful watch.
In an instant was asleep.
How lor" s'ert upon the floor of