The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1919-02-27
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louSIy the talnt image OF the goat
appeared, then the full form, and
finally the solid goat, munehing con-
tentedly.
"He was there all the time" ex-
planned WI. There and not there.
He was in the fourth dimension. A
place of no-place. And he did not
know that you could not see him or
feel him or know of him. So-when
was in great difficulty, | willed
that you should not be seen of earth
nor felt of earth, and that yo0
should be sent here securely bound.
The will is greater than the material
EARTH"
"All right" growled the major, to
whom it was emphatieally not all
right, one may be sure. But what
are you going to do with us!'
at is very simple" retorted WI.
81 think / am going to die soon. An
accident-for which some persons
will not perhaps be sorry. IN the
fight on the stairs / have a slight
wound, but unfortunately into that
would was spilled the very smallest
speck of a deadly powder. There is
no cure. 1 shall die. 1t is slow; it
may take a month, during which
time ] shall not eat-I never require
much food, so that will not be hard,
but l shall be dull, waiting a month
to die. Therefore l have brought
you here. You also will not eat.
You will suffer a little, but you will
give me amusement 1t will be like
watching mice run around in a trap.
And l trust you will not all die be-
fore l do You have doubt
ed my power, my friend" he turned
angrily to the major. Il will show
you"
Suddenly, with snap that fright
ened, WI brought his hands together
and at the same time cried, Sleep"
Instantly the party on the floor
swooned away.
"See,' he went on, talking to the
major, 81 will show you Of my
power. You are sailing, all of you
ar esailing, over the housctops; and
you are very glad; and you have
forgotten all the evil Of the pass
and knew only the good"
The major chuckled, ana said;
beats aeroplanes, EN-, hmball :"
"Sure does" said Kimball., Hand
some town, Washington"
at locks so lovely il the starlight
mUrmured Madeline. AN, whDt
beautiful building. I EhOuld Ike
to"
"You are inside" said WI.
1T IS The Senate Ia session." said
Henderson.
"But nobody's taerc." rrmoc-
serated Madeline.
ooh, yes, there is" laughed the
captain. Don't you see the CLERK !
up there, and dent sou hear HIN |
droning cut the contents Of a bi;l?"
Yes" shc agreed, "oIt where arc
the Senators. That loEe man
"Iie's quite enough" remarked !
the major, who knew the INSIDE o. !
things in Washington. "That is
Senator SmoOt. So long as he IS !
on the job, everybody is satisfied; |
he never missed a session; &c is al |
ways on the job; and they never pus |
anything by while ne is on guard" /
The scene changed swiftly. Il
was the White House. Closer"
muttercd WI.
"The President" whispered /
Madeline. The three men tried 20 .
come to attention. Naturally they /
did not speak in the presence of
tine Comnlander-in-Chief ri tire /
Army and Navy.
Look at the crowd in the wait !
ing rooms" muttered Madeline. !
"Ah. now busy he must be-"
"You shall see," said WI
"He is reading" said Madeline. |
"He laughs. Then he leans for
ward. He frowns. He grows ex-
cited. He is reading. But it IS !
not proper for me"
Read" commanded WI Tsang.
acknowledged she read. The
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thought of the use she could put
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over her to get the back issues and
write that final chapter. IF only
could" she whispered.
But just at that moment she saw
the hands of the President move
half-absently toward a pen, and she
knew that she had better give up.
"Oh, how wonderfully he would
write it," she exclaimed loyalty.
Suddenly WI Tsang gaspeG and i
held his hand 10 his side. a sting
ing pain shot through him. lie fell \
to the floor, and as he did so he lost /
his grip on the minds Of those on
the floor before him, and they faded
into a dreamless hypnotic sleep.
There they would remain until the
master word should be spoken.
WI writhed in silent agony and
then was still. The mysterious poi
son seemed to have done its work
quicker than he had expected. There
was a rattle in his throat; a heave
Of the diaphragm; then neither NOV Il
Ing OF the heart nor the signs OF
breathing.
On the floor in q regular SQUAD
like row were ranged the bound
figures o. the principals in this
story, each In a hypnotic slumher
that was deaths counterpart. In
front Of them was the stark figure
~ W., Tsopg