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Serials/Complete
Novels:
The Devil-Ray [Part 3 of 3]..........Joel Martin Nichols,
Jr.
..... Three-part Serial About a Purple Beam
of Light Which Instantly Slew Every Living Thng that it Touched
Fettered [Part 1 of 4]..........Greye La Spina
.....A Tale of Midnight Horror--Occult Evil
that Drew its Chains About Two Men and Two Women in the Northern Woods
Novelettes:
The House of Horror..........Seabury Quinn
.....De Grandin Goes Down Into the Gruesome
Cellars Beneath that Abode of Abominations, and Shudders at What he
Finds There
Through the Vortex..........Donald E. Keyhoe
.....Startling Thrill-tale About One Who
Was Sucked Through the Vortex Into a Murky Land of Terrible Beasts and
Green-hued Men
Short Stories:
The Birthmark..........Nathaniel Hawthorne [WEIRD STORY
REPRINT No 13]
.....A Tiny Hand Clutched Georgiana's Cheek,
and her Husband Tried to Tear it Out by Means of his Scientific Knowledge
The Demons of Castle Romnare..........Elizabeth Adt
Wenzler
.....The Very Atmosphere of Old Lorraine
Breathes Through this Fascinating Story of Ghosts and Dark Magic
The Dreamer of Atlânaat..........E. Hoffmann
Price
.....An Orientale of Strange Thrills--the
Lord of the World, and the Fierce Sultan of Angor-lana
The Elixir of Life..........Marc R. Schorer and August
Derleth
.....One Ingredient Was Needed to Compound
the Potion Which Should Restore the Duke's Health--And Terribly Did
the Duke Pay
Laocoon..........Bassett Morgan
.....Weird Surgery--Great Sea-dragons--the
Fate of Chueng Ching the Leper--and the Dread that Fell Upon Willoughby
A Runaway World..........Clare Winger Harris
.....Our Earth, an Infinitesimal Electron
in the Vast Cosmos, Is Subjected to a Dire Chemical Experiment
Si Urag of the Tail..........Oscar Cook
.....Terrific Story of a Man-eating Orchid
in the Wilds of Borneo--Mystery Tale of Eery Adventures in the Jungle
Short Fiction:
With the Coming of Dawn..........Leslie N. Johnson
.....Five-minute Story--Dr. Blaas Was Firmly
Resolved that Never Would he Allow Himself to be Hanged
Poems:
Fear..........Cristel Hastings
Ghosts..........Louise Garwood
Salem..........Edmund Clarence Stedman
Features:
The Eyrie
.....A Chat With the Readers
Note: "A Runaway World" is Clare Winger Harris' first sci-fi
story.
Opening paragraphs from Fettered by Greya La Spina. Chapter
1 Barred Windows:
It had been a glorious day, and a glorious trip. Bessie
Gillespie, dipping paddle into her side of the well-loaded canoe, sighed
such a sigh of repletion and contentment that her twin brother chuckled
softly behind her.
....."Think you're going to like it,
Bess?" he inquired, his gray eyes darting this way and that, as
the canoe made upstream slowly.
....."Oh, Ewan, it's wonderful!"
she breathed, tossing back her bobbed brown head to inhale the sweet
fragrance of the summer woods.
....."You're dead right, it's wonderful,"
the young man agreed. "I ought to make some ripsnorting canvases
in this kind of primeval atmosphere. Jove, Bessie, but the virgin forest
is magnificent!"
.....The girl drew in her breath contentedly,
but her paddle hesitated a moment over the sluggishly moving stream
that flowed darkly past the sides of the canoe in the shadow of the
trees, letting sparkling drops flash in the occasional beams of light
from the setting sun, as it shone here and there through thickly interlaced
branches.
....."The woods are getting thicker,
aren't they? Do you think we'll be able to find the cabin before dark?"
she asked, a bit nervously, as her hazel eyes turned from one darkling
shore to the other. "It would be rather--oh, do you know, I'd somehow
hate to be out here in the open after dark," she admitted, laughing
just a bit shamefacedly.
The caption for the illustration for "Laocoon"
by Bassett Morgan says: "The rest was drowned in that howl of the
sea-dragon, a burst of laughter boomed through a gigantic throat, and
the crested head swooped at Denham." Opening paragraphs:
.....As the little trading
schooner drew nearer the shadowy fringes of the island, the talk on
deck fell to silence. The tropic beauty of Papua was strangely repellent.
Willoughby, who had impulsively answered the offer of Professor Denham
to spend a year or so helping the scientist in his investigation in
deep sea lore off these shores at a salary of three thousand dollars
a year, rather regretted his acceptance. He felt as if mysterious tentacles
of miasmic jungle swamps breathed poison in the perfume-laden off-shore
wind. It was like the breath of a black panther. He took Professor Denham's
letter from his picket and read it again.
.....Five years before, Willoughby had
been a student under Professor Denham in the University of California,
and had gained a name for himself as a football star. He had regretted
the circumstances which prompted Professor Denham to resign the chair
of science under the storm of ridicule and protest resulting when a
newspaper featured the scientist's assertion that sea-serpents really
existed. The article was illustrated by a cartoon of Professor Denham
and Chueng Ching, a Chinese student who was his especial protege and
devoted to Denham, in the coils of a serpent labeled "Public Opinion,"
depicting the agony of the Laocoon. There was the account of class experiments
in transplanting the brain of one rat to the head of another, and of
the practical joke perpetrated by a student assistant in substituting
the brain of a female rat for that of a male, which led to riotous speculation
on the campus as to the outcome of the experiment.
The caption for the illustration for "The
House of Horror" by Seabury Quinn says: "Look!" he commanded.
"Those eyes--grand Dieu, those eyes!" Opening paragraphs:
....."Morbleu, Friend
Trowbridge, have a care," Jules de Grandin warned as my lurching
motor car almost ran into the brimming ditch beside the rainsoaked road.
.....I wrenched the steering wheel viciously
and swore softly under my breath as I leaned forward, striving vainly
to pierce the curtains of rain which shut us in.
....."No use, old fellow," I
confessed, turning to my companion, "we're lost; that's all there
is to it."
....."Ha," he laughed shortly,
"do you just begin to discover that fact, my friend? Parbleu, I
have known it this last half-hour."
.....Throttling my engine down, I crept
along the concrete roadway, peering through my streaming windshield
and storm curtains for some familiiar landmark, but nothing but blackness,
wet and impenetrable, met my eyes.
.....Two hours before, answering an insistent
'phone call, de Grandin and I had left the security of my warm office
to administer a dose of toxin anti-toxin to an Italian laborer's child
who lay, choking with diphtheria, in a hut at the workmen's settlement
where the new branch of the railroad was being put through. The cold,
driving rain and the Stygian darkness of the night had misled me when
I made the detour around the railway cut, and for the past hour and
a half I had been feeling my way over unfamilair roads as futilely as
a lost child wandering in the woods.
....."Grace a Dieu," de Grandin
exclaimed, seizing my arm with both his small, strong hands, "a
light! See, there it shines in the night. Come let us go to it. Even
the meanest hovel is preferable to this so villainous rain."
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