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The BLACK LILY
Ao p n j -|-v • ■ • j Nationally Known Story or Komance and Dar mg, Laid Serial Writer in the Intrigue of a Strange South American Cult SYNOPSIS John Northington, athletic young adventurer, is wounded by a poisoned arrow while stealing through the South American jungle. His assailant is an INNER GUARD of THE TEMPLE OF THE BLACK LILY. A mysterious girl, clad only in an altar cloih from the temple, saves him after he hay killed the guard. She drops on him suddenly from the lower branches of a tree and sucks the wound free of the poison. He recognizes her as the sweet heart of his friend Ramon. She is surprised, but together they make their way back toward Ramon’s camp. Cries and sinister sounds tell them that Ramon is being put to the tor ture for seeking to take his sweetheart from the temple where she has been incarcerated as the CHOSEN BRIDE OF THE BLACK LILY. They seek to escape when a pirogue, filled with priests seeking the girl, comes around the bend of the river, and is upon them before they know it. A sudden rain of arrows fills the air about them. Then INSTALLMENT II Through the Jungle With the speed of a trained Athlete John Northington cleared the space of black mud lying between him and the thick tropical under growth. A second leap and he was bending over the moaning girl. An arrow was imbedded in the soft flesh of her arm. With a single movement, he flung her to his shoulder and tore at the arrow. It was barbed. In spite of her stifled moan of pain at the re sistant pull against her lacerated flesh, John Northington breathed a sigh of relief. A barbed dart was not a poisoned one. There was time for attention to that later, ie could give most of his attention to flipht now. A single fleeting glance at the girl whose body suddenly sagged against him told him that she had fainted from the pain. He was glad. Idle problem was simplified still further by this unconsciousness. He did hot need to have thp task made mwe difficult by her involuntary groans of pain. Behind him the guttural cries were confused and excited. They were de bating among themselves. It gave him the moment of time he needed to get his bearing. Inside the forest the darkness had already fallen. The night dangers of the jungle gave pause to even those hardy pursuers behind him. Death lurked everywhere in that black wilderness of poisonous growth and savage animal and reptile life. But something worse than death lay behind, not for him, but for the girl, Dolores Ramirez, betrothed of his friend and classmate, Ramon Montez, in whose service he had dared the dangers through which he had al ready passed, and was still passing. For himself death, perhaps, or most surely, torture. But death in the end was not to be feared only fought. But for the girl Boldly he stepped forward deeper Asthma Quick relief for Bronchial Asthma with Vapo Cresolene. vaporized and inhaled direct to irri tated membranes of breathing organs— 4&EV restores normal breathing, makes rest* ful sleep possible. The drugless treat inent. Your choice of lamp type or new electric vapo rizer. All drag stores. i?-mpJial Inhalant forjoyean. Write for Booklet No. 6612 Vapo-CraoleneCo.,63 Cortlandl St., NewYork ♦-—— into the black darkness of the forest. Something brushed against his face. It was cold and clammy. A sudden scuttering of leaves followed the eerie touch. A slithering lizard drop ped heavily onto the path behind him. Somewhere above him, monkeys set up a terrible jangle of chattering. A panther cat screamed far off in the nigh»! John Northington paused, listening. The girl on his shoulner lay limp. He could feel the warm smearing of ozz ing blood against his neck where her wounded arm hung limply. He raised his free arm to wipe the dripping sweat from his forehead. It brushed against a swinging vine. Des peration seized him. There was no need trying to penetrate any deeper into this dense blackness. Overhead the tangled roof of greenery shut out every faint ray of light. No stray gleam from moon or star would pene trate here. A sudden inspiration came to him. Laying hold of the heavy, arm-sized tendril of tough vine, he felt about with his foot until it caught in the convolutions just above the ground. Slowly, laboriously, fending the still unconscious girl as best he could with his own body bent over her, he began a groping climb. He knew that in the matted upper reaches of vine and tree he could find a temporary resting place. That it might be already occupied by more dangerous foes, he knew; but the chance must be taken. There was no question that the up per reaches of the tree were safer than the infested earth. No enemy could be crueller than those gray robed priests of the Black Lily, when balked of their prey, as he knew that this flight of the Chosen Bride of the annual feast, had balked them. Once, as he made his way upward, a big bat, dislodged from his hold, struck blindly with nis wing against the face of the girl. She groaned and moved. He knew that he must stop soon, for the girl, once conscious, would be in horrible pain. Feeling about him with feet and free hand, he discovered ? sort of matted net work that would bear their combined weight. He scrambled gropingly into the swaying platform of vine and twig and settled himself as comfortably as possible holding the girl’s body close. The Hostile Sentinel Scarcely was he seated before she moved restlessly He spoko soothing ly, as one does to a waking child who comes suddenly back to conscious ness from troubled dreams. “It is all right, senorita. Take it easy now.” With an involuntary scream of pain the girl shuddered away from him. 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For a while he let her rest on the soft mat of rotted leaf-mold that formed the jungle floor. Then, very gently, he took some remnants of his tattered shirt and did his best for the wound in her arm. The girl only moaned faintly. When he rose from his crude at tempt at first aid, he heard a sud den crackling of underbrush, off to his right. He straightened to atten tion, listening. The girl’s eyelids fluttered open. A look of unspeak able terror overspread her face. “They hafe fin’ our trail senor,” she whispered hopelessly. A guttural crj came, in weirdly carrying ulula tions, as if borne from tree to tree by some devilish agency from an un seen world. With desperate determination, John Northington seized the wounded girl , once more and lifted her to his shoulder. Suddenly the woods seemed alive with gruesome shouts and hair raising yells. They seemed to come from all directions at once. Blindly, with no thought of direction but with the wild desire of a strong man for action in danger, carrying the girl limply dangling over his shoulder, he leaped forward. The lower limbs of the trees whip ped across his face and body pitiless ly as he plunged ahead, aimlessly. The sounds seemed to be closing in on him. His breath came in gasps. Blood streamed from the cuts on his face and blinded him. The girl had ceased to cry out at the stinging blows on her tender flesh, where the low, swinging boughs caught her. Suddenly the gleam of water caught the light and was reflected to the half-blinded sight of the man. With a last desperate spurt of strength, John Northington, the moaning girl held firmly by his left arm, broke through the tangled bar rier of rank trcpic undergrowth sep arating him from the muddy bank of the stream. He found himself at one end of the horn of the same crescent shaped stretch of black slime from which he had made his hurried flight the pre vious mgm. The scattered ash of a huge fire, near the tree-line and toward the center of the stretch of clear space, gave mute evidence of the recent presence of the sinister group whose lone sentinel stood on guard at the prow of the beached pirogue. The pirogue lay immediately before the fleeing man high up on the horn of the black beach at the point where he had burst through. The sentinel, wrapped in his gray green cloak, was standing facing the upper stretch of the river, his bow held loosely in his right arm. At the sudden noise behind him he wheeled bringing the weapon, already Strung, up to his shoulder. Simultaneously, John Northington dropped the girl unceremoniously on to the soft pelts strewing the bottom of the long unoccupied pirogue. Even as she fell, he leaped forward. The nearness and sudden surprise of the attack were too much for the guard. Quick as he was, he was too slow for that panther-like move. His arm was automatically flung high and wide by th? quick lunge accom panied with a terrific blow to the chin. The deadly arrow, winged with the scarlet feathers of death, sang harmlessly toward the blue as the archer measured his full length in the black mud. In the distance the cries and shouts were growing fainter. John North ington stooped above the prone fig ure for a moment. One glance at the awkwardly im < Continued on page 7) * ' * ' V Lovely \ \ STRAIGHT HAIR f IS NOW 4 A Gift of Science Nature, in a prankish mood wrinkled, curled and made your hair hard to comb— and then came scientists who studied and found a way to end that vicious habit. Today, in genuine Black and White Pluko hair dressing there is a new secret in gredient that softens each stubborn strand, releases cacfr careless curl and makes your hair soft, silky, straight and beautiful. The old paste-down dressings need never be used again. 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