Judge — November 27, 1926 — page 25: what you’re looking at

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| | The Amazing Story of the Livid Face HE living-room of a suburban home — in complete darkness. Silence—death-like. Then a small circle of light is thrown on the floor. It advances—steadily, —re- lentlessly, along the length of the floor, travels up the farthest wall, disclosing a mantel with vases and trophies on it, wavers in circles for an instant or two, and then—remains immovable! It cals a small closet. In the meantime one hears the muffled tread of footsteps. A figure is advancing into the room! There is a faint bump as of a form colliding with the corner of a mahogany table. A curse—almost inaudible. The figure has reached the closet! The rays of the pocket flash disclose a human face. That face! What a tale of passion, of brutality, of incar- | nate fiendishness those distorted fea- | tures disclose! The lips move with caths too horrible, too terrible for comprehension. The closet door opens! A hand reaches in the closet and draws out a box. Feverishly it pries open the lid and runs its bony fingers over the objects inside. How they glisten and sparkle in the ghoul- ish light! Each one surpasses in size a hundred ordinary diamonds! But see! The figure has only taken one! As stealthily as it entered the mys- terious apparition departs. Again the room is in blackness and silence. Eons of time, it seems, have passed. And then the room is flooded with light. Candelabras, side lights, reading lamps, they are all aglow. And there is not a soul in the room! By one of the reading lamps is an easy-chair with a book, open in the middle, lying face down on the seat. Suddenly, from over- head, as of a mortal in the agonies of death—a series ef piercing shrieks! Sounds of a terrific struggle! And then, again—silence. For the third time that week Mr. Smith has been compelled to drop his reading, precure a flashlight in the hall, grope fcr a new fuse in the | living-room closet. go down in the to put it in, and then up to s room to beat the devil out of the little son-of-a-gun for putting pennies in the light socket. Parke Cummings LZLIE (IABELS “Follow me and = yowll wear goggles.” Judge pays $5 for each one printed “something better” in cigarettes turn to Fatima. All things considered: tobaccos, aroma, subtle delicacy, it would be extraordinary if they didn’t Liccert & MyERs ToBacco Co. Don’t you think? It is by no means strange that men who want First Castaway (excitedly)—There’s a ship, Alf! yer shirt! Quick! Wa ——Humorist ve comicbooks.com