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take your brother away from you entirely. Do you understand?”
“Ewan! Come—please!” Bessie tugged at her brother’s sleeve.
Like a man entranced the young artist stood, his eyes fixed on the doctor’s wife, whose evil beauty flamed in that gray dawn like a thing not of earth but some other mystic plane. Gretel smiled with exasperating amusement at Bessie’s anxiety.
“You may have him for now, stupid brown girl. I’m through with him tonight. When I want him again, I’ll call him.” Her soft laugh was cruel “And I’ll pay up Dale for bringing me into these woods to die of loneliness,” she added sharply.
“Ewan!” Bessie was urging her brother anxiously.
“You’d be lonesome without your brother, wouldn’t you, girl? Well, I’ll call you, too, you little plump thing. Yes, I make it a promise. I’ll call you first, so you won’t be lonesome. Just see how kind I am!”
Bessie succeeded in drawing her brother along with her. He went down to the river-path, stumbling as if half dazed, unseeing where his feet went. Behind them, ringing out eerily through the gray morning mists, sounded the pealing of Mrs. Armitage’s strange laughter, note on note.
“Both of you? All three of you. Ewan—Dale—and Bessie!” the doctor’s wife was crying, between her bursts of ghastly merriment. “You shall all be mine!”
In next month's issue will be told how the frightful doom that gathered about Ewan and Bessie burst in all its dread horror. A thrilling story, that works up to a stupendous climax.
