The Waterbury Democrat., 1932-08-17
Haiti, Love, Revenge, Ro- nance, Mystery, and in the End Retribution Are All Unravelled in the Gripping Serial Story, the Second Installment of Which Appears Here in Democrat To-day

Polig was mistaken. What he had thought were men walking across the rocks. proved only shadows of clouds drifting across the face of the moon. But it was all that Neil could do to convince Madeline of that fact.
 Are you sure!" she asked re- peatedly between hystsrieaf sobs. that we are not pursued!" The driver was certain he saw those ter rible-those people.
 ''The driver Is an old fool" Nell told her. we are all making too much .ado about the whole affair. Superstition plays Q big part in the life of Haiti." He called up to the driver. If you know where MT Beaumont lives, drive there as quickly as possible. And no more of this nonsense"
 A half hour later, the carriage rolled through the gates of plan tation, and up an avenue of palms to the entrance of a large mansion. It was a vast house, lonely-look- ing and forbidding, set back in g grove of trees. No lights showed except a single yellow globe over the porch. No one greeted Made- line and Nell stepped from the car- riage and stood looking about. !
 Up in the palm fronds monkey chattered. Then the stiffness was broken by the paying of a hound [somewhere in the rear. At the same instant the light on the porch went out, leaving them in dark. ness except for the moons rays. old Polig sat stiffly on his box. A light appeared in an upper win dow.
 Neil could feel Madeline tremble as he took her arm and walked toward the porch. Suddenly theye was the sound of crunching foot steps. Someone was coming down the path through the trees. Made line gasped and clutched NeiPs arm tightly.
 Look Y look - there," she cried. pointing to figure stand ing in the shadows. Nell thrust her behind him and his hand went to his pocket feel ing for q revolver. Thes visitor Istepped out into the moonlight and | as he moved toward them, a cheer. l ful, kindly voice inquired:
 Excuse me. please, but have you a match? Oh. did frighten you I am ugly enough to, suppose"
 The, man addressing them wal an American, and spoke with { slight accent. He had . round | good -natured face .and was alto. gether quite Joily-looking. From his garb. evidently a cleric. Made lime breathed a sigh of relief al Neil spoke to the stranger.
 "No, 1t was not you."' Nell re. piled. ''Something happened bacl there on the road. We stopped ans some men attempted to interrupt us. But our driver told us they were not men at ell" :
 4sNot men, the newcomer asked
 "No," Madeline broke in. "Hs said they were corpses."
 The cleric glanced up at Polif who still sat stlfkly on the box, hii eyes rolling, and terror written ir every line of his black face.
 "corpses7" he queried of thu driver.
 "Yes, Monsieur =. the Zombiss.' IP0lig managed to stammer.
 "sureIy you don't believe that ds |you 2" Neil asked, watching tn puszied exprsssien on the clsry
 aNc = that is. I don't know the old man replied frowninI lsiightIy. "Haiti is fuii of nonsefis and superstition. The natives sr' all mixed up with vopdoo and lot of mysteries that would turl your hair gray. I have been . mis sionary here for thirty years, hnl 4 times [ don't know what .
 Tks light on the porch f'ashe' Ion aGain.
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