The Waterbury Democrat., 1932-08-19

 was awakened by someone shak- ing him by the shoulder. He open ed his eyes to find the sun stream ing into the room and Beaumont bending over him. But what a different Beaumont. Instead of the handsome, debonair host of the night before, an old man in ap- pearance, unshaven, haggard, with unkempt hair and bloodshot eyes stood by the bed holding a brandy bottle and glass; His hand tremb- led as he poured drink, and handed 1t to Neil.
 \ I know-I know" he said thick Iy. as the young man started to speak. Don't say it. I, too, have been through hell. Drink this."
 Neil swallowed the brandy. and Beaumont tossed down a stiff drink before he spoke again. Then he said:
 There is no use talking of what has occurred. It is just terrible. We must pull ourselves together. Made line must be buried today"
 Today? ... No not so soon not today" Neil protested. Her people |. . they must be mo- tified first They may want her re- mains shipped to New York. Un- doubtedIy they will"
 T have attended to all that, or rather Silver did 1t for me-" Beau mont explained, sHe telephoned to New York and broke the news to her father early this morning Her parents instructions are to put the body in 8 vault tempor- arily, and await a'cable from him.
 "Oh, it's just too terrible for words" Neil groaned, getting to his feet. God, Beaumont, why did you insist upon us coming here l can't help feeling that you are to blame for all of this"
 My friend-my very young friend-you are upset, and do not know what you are saying" Beau mont protested. Look at me = have you suffered any more than IF"
 Forgive me-" Nell said. holding out his hand. You are right. am upset. feel as though I am losing my mind" t
 That afternoon the body ot Madeline, still garbed in her we'd ding dress, was placed in 8 casket anA carried into vault where ii was set in g. niche and sealed tenn porariN. Only Beaumont and the grief -crazed husband followed the hearse to the grave. Right after. ward, both the men separated.
 Neil went to a cafe where he poured drink after drink down his throat in an effort to find surcease from his sorrow. Hours later ht lay sprawled across a table, drunk with visions of Madeline fitting through an alcoholic haze to ado to his torture.
 That night Beaumont, having sent a message to Mirandi, paced nervously beside the vault where Madeline was buried. He looked considerably better than he did ir the morning, but he was stil white-faced, uneasy and could not remain still. Mirandi had made the rendezvous and Beaumont felt that he wal about to see something that the eyes of only one other white man had ever witnessed-the creation of Zombie. His nervousness, in. creased and he could hardly con. tain himself.
 Well, Monsieur. I see you took my advice," a low dulcet voice said in his ear.
 The planter whirled to find Mirandi standing by his side. He had not heard him come; he was not there minute before. How he got there Beaumont did not know. Nor did he care. Just al that moment he was interested in ( file of death-like figures shufflfns around the tomb and down ( tht path toward where the two were standing.
 "The Zombies!" he cried, startled in spite of himself. What art they doing here?"
 Why not?" Mirandi inquired They are my servants. Did yo, think we could do it alone?" ht questioned as the terrible-lookint crew dragged themselves in iron of him and stood waiting. "Aren'' they a faithful-looking bunch? Set this one?" he said, touching tht thin ribs of a gaunt native, blacl as coal, With eyes hollow ana star ing. "This4 is Litho, the witch-doc' tor, whose secrets tortured from him before feeding him the poison ous leaves of the mancineel tree and this," pointing to another hor TOT, this is Malcolm, the swine who was swollen with riches unti took them away from him. Ht fought hard against my magic tt the last, and even yet he gives mt trouble at times"
 For Gods sake, stop, and let'i get on with our business" Beau mont pleaded.
 "Easy--easy, my friend. you mus arst meet all my faithfuls," Mir andi replied, turning" his burning eyes on the planter. For wht knows what may happen" he add ed significantly. "Who knows? 2
 q can't stand any more of this, Beaumont cried. Come on, lett go."
 But MirandiI Igored the inter ruption, and continued his intro auctions. '..And here we have Hi