The Waterbury Democrat., 1932-08-19

Excellency,' he said, slapping one of the Zombies across the face in his disdain. "Onoe he was minis- ter of the interior; and Garcia, brigand chief, who attempted to thwart me; Marquise, captain of the gendarmes. And this-this is Chauvin. Meet Chauvin, the execu. tioner, Monsieur Beaumont, who once almost executed me. I took them all, as we will take this one,"' he said, pointing toward Made lines tomb..
 But what if they regain their souls," Beaumont asked. :.
 They would tearSme to pieces" Mirandi told him. But that ,my friend, shall never happen. Come, follow me-"
 The sorcerer led the way into the tomb and Beaumont trailed after him. The Zombie bodyguard brought up the rear. They could not speak nor hear, and yet their every move seemed to be directed by their msater in some mysterious unseen way. He did not even look at them, but the six monsters went directly to the niche contain ing Madeline's body, broke the seal and took out >the casket. It was placed inside 8 waiting automobile truck and Mirandi climbed on. the front seat. Beau mont climbed up after him, and looked down to see what the Zon- bies were going to do. There was no sign of, them. In the two sec- onds while he climbed up on the truck, they had disappeared as though swallowed up by the earth. He looked blankly at the man~by his eide, who smiled and pointed toward the graves.
 Tn there {. that is there home when I am not using them," he said.
 Beaumont shuddered, and was about to ask question when there came succession of pierc- ing calls. Madeline Y. Madeline Madeline :. .. ."
 What is that?" Beaumont ask ed, thoroughly alarmed
 Tt sounds like the voice of our young friend, Monsieur Hamilton" Mirandi informed him. We were just in time. Evidently he had
 been paying an, unexpected visit and found his lady friend gone." The car shot forward as Mirandi stepped on the gas, and headed to- ward a road leading up to the mountains, and the houmfort or mystery house of the sorcerer. Some time later, Dr Bruner's reading in his study was inter- rupted by the sound of footsteps 1Sx,v, is1e er 6A vA a fh d porch. The next instant the door opened, and Neil barged into the room. He was unshaven, and, his fore the missionary could speak, the young man seized his arm. She's gone doctor, she's cried almost hysterically.
 Bruner could get Neil into shape to talk coherently. The missionary made him take a bath and shave: then gave hip a drink and made him lie. down and rest. Nor would he listen until Neil had obeyed orr ders. By that time the young man had cooled down and had become his sensible self again.
 1HSTG dTc tWO CApAdndtAOhS, ~ strikes me-" said Dr Bruner after he had listened to Neips story of the empty tomb. Either the body I was stolen by members of the culte ldes morts, who use human bodies at their voodoo sacrifices, or ele..'' f-0"Or else, what?' the lad asked anxiously.
 ".. '. she is not dead" the mis- sionary finished :.
 Not. dead? Are you mad ?"T Nell leapcd to his feet. Excitement again took possession of him. T saw her die. The doctor signed a certificate. I saw them bury her" Dr Bruner reached up and pulled the boy back in his chair. He spoke soothingly. Now. wait a minute, wait a minute. Neil. l am 1 not mad. But have lived in these islands for good many years, and I have seen things with my own eyes that made me think, at times that I was crazy. There are super stitions in Haiti that the natives brought here from Africa. Some of them can be traced to ancient l Egypt, and beyond that into coun- tries that were old when Egypt was young. :.
 "But what has that to do with Madeline" Nell inquired impa- tiently. 1T kissed her as she lay fthere in her conn. and her lips were cold"
 "Iet me explain. please" pr
 Bruner insisted. Wherever there | is a superstition you will ind there is also a practice. Now, do you re- member what the driver told you