A MAGAZINE OF THE BIZARRE AND UNUSUAL
REGISTERED IN U.S. PATENT OFFICE
|Volume 30||CONTENTS FOR OCTOBER, 1937||Number 4|
|Cover Design||M. Brundage|
|Illustrating a scene in "Tiger Cat"|
|Tiger Cat||David H. Keller||386|
|A story as fascinating as any of the horrors conceited in the tortured mind of Dante or of Poe|
|Pledged to the Dead||Seabury Quinn||397|
|A thrilling tale of a lover whose sweetheart had been in her grave more than a century|
|Which Will Scarcely Be Understood||Robert E. Howard||416|
|The Shunned House||H. P. Lovecraft||418|
|A posthumous story of a revolting horror in the cellar of an old house|
|The Homicidal Diary||Earl Peirce, Jr.||437|
|What strange compulsion drove this man to roam the streets and commit his ghastly crimes?|
|The Long Arm||Franz Habl||450|
|Insidiously crawling and groping, the long arm reached out on its errand of death|
|The Lake of Life (part 2)||Edmond Hamilton||459|
|A weird-scientific serial replete with thrills, adventure, mystery and romance|
|The Golgotha Dancers||Manly Wade Wellman||483|
|A curious and terrifying story about an artist who sold his soul to paint a living picture|
|Here Lies||H. W. Guernsey||489|
|An ironic tale about a practical communist who taught his friend when to take him seriously|
|The Last of Mrs. DeBrugh||H. Sivia||492|
|DeBrugh was dead, but he still regarded his promise as a sacred duty to be fulfilled|
|To a Skull on My Bookshelf||Elizabeth Virgins Raplee||495|
|Weird Story Reprint:
The Purple Cincture
|H. Thompson Rich||496|
|A popular story from an early number of WEIRD TALES|
|After Two Nights of the Ear-ache||Francis Hard||502|
|A department in which the readers express their opinions|
Published monthly by the Popular Fiction Publishing Company, 2457 East Washington Street, Indianapolis, Ind. Entered as second-class matter March 20, 1923, at the post office at Indianapolis, Ind., under the act of March 3, 1879. Single copies, 25 cents. Subscription rates: One year in the United States and possessions, Cuba, Mexico, South America. Spain, $2.50; Canada, $2.75; elsewhere, $3.00. English office: Otis A. Kline, c/o John Paradise, 86 Strand, W. C. 2, London. The publishers are not responsible for the loss of unsolicited manuscripts, although every care will be taken of such material while in their possession. The contents of this magazine are fully protected by copyright and must not be reproduced either wholly or in part without permission from the publishers.
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FARNSWORTH WRIGHT, Editor.
Copyright, 1937, by the Popular Fiction Publishing Company,
COPYRIGHTED IN GREAT BRITAIN
WEIRD TALES ISSUED 1st OF EACH MONTH
COMING NEXT MONTH
The rivet-studded oaken door crashed open, splintering from the assault of pike-butts whose thunderous echoes still rolled around the walls of the tiny stone room revealed beyond the wreck of the shattered door. Jirel, the warrior-maid of Joiry, leaped in through die splintered ruins, dashing the red hair from her eyes,' grinning with effort, gripping her two-edged sword. But in the ruin of the door she paused. The mail-clad men at her heels surged around her in the doorway like a wave of blue-bright steel, and then paused too, staring.
For Franga the warlock was kneeling in his chapel, and to see Franga on his knees was like watching the devil recite a paternoster. But it was no holy altar before which the wizard bent. The black stone of it bulked huge in this tiny, bare room echoing still with the thunder of battle, and in the split-second between the door's fall and Jirel's crashing entry through its ruins Franga had crouched in a last desperate effort at—at what? His bony shoulders beneath their rich black robe heaved with frantic motion as he fingered the small jet bosses that girdled the altar's block. A slab in the side of it fell open abruptly as the wizard, realizing that his enemy was almost within sword's reach, whirled and crouched like a feral thing. Blazing light, cold and unearthly, streamed out from the gap in the altar.
"So that's where you've hidden it!" said Jirel with a savage softness.
Over his shoulder Franga snarled at her, pale lips writhing back from discolored teeth. Physically he was terrified of her, and his terror paralyzed him. She saw him hesitate, evidently torn between his desire to snatch into safety what was hidden in the altar and his panic fear of her sword that dripped blood upon the stones....
You will not want to miss tin's utterly strange and thrilling novelette, in which Jirel and Northwest Smith join forces against the mighty evil powers of Franga the warlock. Two of the most popular writers of fantastic fiction have collaborated to make this story gripping and fascinating. It will be printed complete in next month's Weird Tales:
A fascinating tale of a living female Buddha and An the dreadful change lhat befell a lovely American girl—a tale of Jules de Grandin, and a dire lama from out of devil-ridden Asia.
An exciting story of weird adventures and a strange voyage through space to other planets—by the author of "The Abysmal Horror" and other fascinating thrill-tales.
The old butler heard a scream, muffled by the street noises from outside, and when he investigated he found that a dread summons had been answered.
What grisly horror, spawned in prehistoric ages in ancient Egypt, stalked through that weird house in New Orleans? A tale of the Mardi Gras.
November Issue Weird Tales
|Out October 1|