Lasell leaves . t of mys-tery and slinks toward our friends. Thewretched face of sickly yellow twists into agrin. The toothless cavern of mouth uttersa harsh sound. Pierrette shudders and Pier-rot presses her hand reassuringly. The witchslips far off into a mystic trance. A scrawnyfinger is laid beside the ghastly nose of themask. From a voice of uncanny hollownesscome these words: Go ye yonder, my prettyones, to the further end of the porch! Gazeye at the moon. It is held to-night in the handsof those who forecast our future! Listen longand ye shall hear— Already they have turned to carry out
Lasell leaves . t of mys-tery and slinks toward our friends. Thewretched face of sickly yellow twists into agrin. The toothless cavern of mouth uttersa harsh sound. Pierrette shudders and Pier-rot presses her hand reassuringly. The witchslips far off into a mystic trance. A scrawnyfinger is laid beside the ghastly nose of themask. From a voice of uncanny hollownesscome these words: Go ye yonder, my prettyones, to the further end of the porch! Gazeye at the moon. It is held to-night in the handsof those who forecast our future! Listen longand ye shall hear— Already they have turned to carry out theadvice of this horrible person. The witchgazes after them, then sinks again into thepot and bursts into fiendish laughter. My! it is cold out here on the porch, butthere are our friends sitting on the should think Pierrettes bare arms would becold. She shivers. He offers her his jacket,but she shakes her head. All right, he willbe cold then, too. The only solution—he closes(Continued on page 9). ?
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