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WEIRD TALES

THESE FINE PREMIUMS

and many others, we give free to boys, in addition to liberal cash pay, for being our agents. No contest or competition. It's easy to sell The Saturday Blade, the Chicago Ledger and Lone Scout to weekly customers. Only an hour or so on Friday afternoons or Saturdays required, The premiums are in addition to regular cash profits you make on each paper you sell.

Five Dollars a Week Too

Many of our agents earn to $5.00 each week in cash profits. You can do it, too. Be independent. Have money of your own. Start a paper route. No experience needed. We show you how. Does not cost you a penny. No risk—you cannot lose anything. You only send us our share of the money after you have sold the papers. Simply sendus a card or letter TODAY saying, "I want to earn money and also get your free premiums. I will be agent for your papers in my neighborhood."

W. D. BOYCE Co.,
Dept. W.T. 500 N. Dearborn St. CHICAGO



LONELY HEARTS

I have a sweetheart for you. Exchange letters with new friends in our club. Efficient, confidential and dignified service. Members everywhere. EVA MOORE, Box 908, Jacksonville, Fla.


ALL WOMEN

When delayed, or to prevent Delay, read our MEDICAL book, 430 pages. Treat your trouble properly. Absolutely, nothing else Reliable. Don't be Duped, Deceived and Swindled. Book and instructions $1.00. Interesting booklet, "BIRTH CONTROL," 6 cents in stamps. CONVINCING ADVICE FREE. DR. FOUTS SPECIALTY CO., D-7, Terre Haute, Ind.


INVADERS FROM
OUTSIDE

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down in a cloudburst. The invaders were cut off absolutely from all reinforcements from their own kind on No. 5. Knowing that they were doomed, they maneuvered their cubes to form a protecting wall between them and their foes. The defenders became the aggressors. They began storming the barricade. The invaders were bunched together behind the cubes waiting.


A LOW hum came from behind the cubes. It rose and rose. It came from the throats of the two-legged invaders. The sound was not displeasing. It gathered volume every instant. Though it was not very melodious at first, still it teemed with pathos, One by one the invaders joined in the song. It hinted of a mighty, daring attempt and of a bitter failure. It was their death song.

Meanwhile the invaders on No. 5 who had, through their great knowledge of stellar mechanics, guided their own world from out of the depths of space, were now working desperately in their attempt to install machines that would enable them to swing No. 5 out of its orbit. They had failed in their attempt to conquer the Confederation, and their only wish was to take No. 5 from out of the solar system and escape.

They were installing the machines underground. They threw up shield after shield to protect themselves from the death-dealing rays. Two out of every five machines that they installed were destroyed by the twin jets of light.

The number of invaders left on No. 5 was very small. In desperation they started the machines. The speed of No. 5 began to increase, and she was