Richmond planet. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1883-1938, 1930-12-20
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The answer will bring a punching
of the hunt that all may be in at
the DEATH" He shuddered and the
girl shuddered with him.
She drew closer to her lover and
with despairing gesture threw her
arms around him where he lay. He
placed his good arm across hers in
mute tenderness.
eff re death could come soon,
my Ramon" she whispered, ut
would be bettaire." She looked be-
seemingly into the face of John
Northington as she uttered the
words. "You hat the death-ze SO
kind death in re gon, Senior. Eet ISIS
bettaire for all. Re othaire-" She
hesitated and violent trembling
swept over her.
Ramon turned his gaze up to his
friends face. There was a dumb
acuuiescence in his looks and the
words that followed were hollow
with despair.
"She is right, Jack. There is
nothing that can surpass the hellish
torture to which they will put us,
and you will share it with us. I am
priest of that Flower of Hell that
they have made of the Black Lily
of our forests, because of its queer
phenomenon at blooming. Think OF
it," he laughed bitterly.
Because a flower is oddly colored
and at its blooming explodes its
seed in fine mist of spraying
moisture, nation of people worship
it and prostitute it to nameless ter
rible orgies and rites. And even the
knowledge Of its ruler and high
priest cannot convince them OF the
Ignorant superstition that makes OF
innocent people ravening fends. My
God"
But" the girl had placed one
hand over the mans mouth, my
Ramon forget re evil power. zere
ISIS a Spirit" There was abject fear
and belief in her trembling, awed
tones, "ze Flower He ISIS bring re
Death Spray to unbelievers an in
marriage He take re Bride by re
Breath off Hiss LOT, to Himself"
She shuddered.
get ISIS SO, Senior" She looked at
John Northington. There was no
doubt of her utter faith in the
things she uttered.
"Well, maybe all yeu both are say
ing is so, and maybe not. But I'm
not dead till I'm killed and am
going to get out of this or die try
ing, and I am going to take you both
with me-" The big bronze man
gripped the paddle more firmly be-
tween his hands and sent the
pirogue shooting ahead.
Along the left bank there was
steady rustling that ran along
paralleling the course of the travel
ing boat. Northington, with his
hearing preternaturally sharpened
by anxiety, heard it. Already at the
limit of his strength, his face paled
as he realized his inability to cope
with superior strength just now,
Just beyond lay bend in the
stream. A somewhat more thinly
wooded cape projected into the
stream almost directly in the
straight course of the pirogue. AS
he neared the point the rustling
sound advanced and seemed to bear
outward towards the point of land.
John Northington slowed the
stroke of his paddle as he drew near
and peered cautiously into the deep
shadows of the green bordered point
of land. His gaze was rewarded He
caught the Pickering irregular move
ment of bit of grey-green cloth
that under less careful scrutiny
might have passed for waving
bough or huttering leaf.
Boldly he turned his boat in-shore
and ran it against the projecting
beach.
The bit of grey green instantly
paused in the shadows. John North
ington gathering his little remaining
strength together climbed out of
the long craft. He stepped onto the
shore.