Out of the Past — page 10: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

OUT OF CTTE FAST! CHAPTER I. Threads in the woof of Destiny Mingle their dark and shine— Love in its glory of sacrifice, Fear with its terrors fine. Birth, Death and the Hero— Which in the woof is strong? Which thread will break in the weaving And silence the weaver’s song? The heat of a midsummer noon quivered in the heavy air; no wind stirred, street and courtyard alike were de- serted, and the white walls of stuccoed buildings glared back at the sun. The red tiles on roof and wall seemed darts of flame where their edges outlined the houses scat- tered irregularly on the steep hillside of St. Cloud; and the winding river beneath shone fiercely. There was no air—only heat, heat insufferable. An alley zigzagging down the sharpest incline of the hill above the village seemed to focus all the heat of sun and reflecting sur- faces, and there was not an inch of shade on its cobble- stones. A goat, passing in the street above, looked down, CONMCE OOO KS.