The Argosy, Vol. XXV, No. 1 — page 192: what you’re looking at

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192 | LOVE, THE MAGICIAN. ‘“ Quick, now, the respirators !’’ said Norbert. Then he continued : ‘“We will fasten them on their chests, and carry these rascals to the parachute,”’ ‘“ What !’’ cried. Kaddour. ‘‘Do you mean to take them after this attempt of theirs?” ‘‘ Their attempt has nothing to do with the question,’’ replied Norbert. ‘“These men ought to be judged and sentenced by a regular tribunal. I have vowed that the world shall know what they have done, and I will keep my vow. ,Come, Virgil, bring the respirators, and let us make an end of it, once and for all.”’ eke The Algerian soldier obeyed with military promptness, but Kaddour was not going to be silenced. ‘“‘It isincredible !’’ he said. ‘‘ When you have ready to your hand such an easy way of punishing them, how can you take the trouble to drag them down to another tribunal? You shall leave them here. Have they not, by this last mean treachery, lost all title to your indulgence? ‘Think you, had the tables been turned, that they would have saved you?’”’ ‘‘I do not model my conduct on theirs,’’ replied Norbert coldly. ‘‘ Not another word, Kaddour ; these men are to come with us. It is true that they are vile wretches, the blackest villains ever seen, perhaps. But it shall never be said that I took upon myself to leave them-exiled on the moon, with the inevitable prospect of death from suffocation.”’ Virgil came back with the respirators, and, fastening one on each pris- oner, put the mouthpieces over their faces. ‘“Take this one first,’’ said Norbert, pointing to Peter Gryphins. Virgil took him up, but the dwarf did not move. “I suppose I must help you, since Kaddour won’t,’’ said Norbert, stoop- ing down to grasp the legs of the bound man. id But the dwarf planted himself at the door, and muttered hoarsely : ‘“These men shall not go out from here! J will not have it!”’ A, Laurie. (TO BE CONCLUDED. ) LOVE, THE MAGICIAN. SinG bird, ripple rill ; Purple is the distant hill ; Sky is bright, and day is clear. Love is here. Frown sky, vanish hill ; Mute the bird, and dry the rill ; All the day is drear andfdead. ~ Love is fled. George Brewster Gallup. . Eomichbooks.co