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That Haunting Thing
A COMPLETE NOVELETTE
BY ACHMED ABDULLAH

Diana Manning was the very last
woman to which such a thing should
have happened. For there was noth-
ing about her in the least psychic or
spiritual.
She was matter with a eapital M,
and sex with a capital 8; §, rather,
<ince hers was sex without the ex:
cuse of passion—sex dealing entirely
and shamelessly with bank accounts,
high power racing cars, diamonds, and
vintage champagnes. She was lovely,
and she drove the hearts and the
purses of men as a breath drives a
thin sheet of flame.
Only her finger nails gave the mark
of the east side tenement (she was
a nee Maggie Smith) where she had
been born and bred; for they were
too wel kept, too highly polished,
manicured. But men
too perfectly
They seldom looked
1d not notice it.
varther than her hair which was likke
a sculptured reddish-bronze helmet,
her low, smooth, ivory forehead, her
short, delicately curved nose, her lips
which were crimson like a fresh
sword wound, her eyes which spoke
of wondrous promises—and died dam-
nably.
Her life had been melodramatic—
the angle, be it under-
and from her cwn since,
sublimely was beyond the
moralizing sense of bad and, of
course, good. There had been death
in the trail of her shimmering gowns,
man’s
not
evil,
from
stood,
she

suicide, ruin, the slime of divorce
courts, disgrace to more than one
But she had never cared a whit, She
was always petting her own hard
thoughts, puncturing the lives of
strang —who never remained
strangers for long—with the daggel
point of her personality, her greed,
her evil: and men kept on fluttering
around the red, burning candle which
life, like silly willow flies.
deaths, requiems bought
and all that sort of
was her
Then
and
thing.
Quite melodramatic.
garishly so.
But—what will you?
It isn’t always the woman who pays,
stage and pulpit to the contrary. And
—if she does pay—it’s usually the man
who endorses the note.
When she reached her home on the
upper west side that Saturday night,
she felt the Thing the moment she
stepped across the threshold. She felt
it shrouded, ambiguous, vague. But
it was there. Very small at first. Hid-
in the huge, square
and peering in upon
more
paid for,
Incredibly,
den somewhere
entrance hall
her mind.
She wondered what it was, and what
it might be doing there.
So she called to her maid:
She did not call to reassure herself.
For the woman was not afraid. That
was it exactly; she was not afraid
from first to last. If she had been,
she would have switched on the light.
But she did not. She left the flat in
darkness. Deliberately. And that,
ain, was stronger since hitherto she

ag
had always hated darkness and half-
light and graying shadow;
bad always wanted and gloried in full,
orange bursts of color—big, clustering,
cruel lights. She had just
that sort of complexion—pallid, you
know, smooth, with the color rising
evenly, dawn-hued and tender, and
rever in patches and blurry streaks.
“Annette! Annette!” she called
again, a mere matter of habit; for
che relied on her respectable, middle-
aged Burgundian maid for everything
end everything that troubled her,
from wrestling with a cynical, in-
quisitive reporter to putting the cor-
rect quantity of ammonia in her bromo
seltzers.
seeping,
massive,
“Yes, Madame,” came the maid's
sleepy voice.
“Has anybody called?”
“No, madame.”
“But”—She looked into the corner
of the entrance hall. The Thing
seemed to be crouching among the
reacock-green cushions of the otto-
rman there.
“But, Annette”’—she . commenced
again.
She did not complete the sentence.
The Thing was there. And what did
it matter how it had got in?”
“I am coming, madame,” said the
maid.
“Never mind. Go to sleep. I'll un-
cress myself. Good night, Annette!”
“Good night, madame!”
Diana Manning shrugged her shoul-
ders, walked across the entrance hall,
and put her hand on the door-knob of
Lier boudoir. She said to herself that
she would open the door quickly. For
she sensed, rather, she knew, that the
"Thing intended to follow her. It radi-
ated energy and vigor and determina-
tion. A certain kindly determination
that, just for a fleeting moment,
touched in her sense of awe.
But the moment she opened the
door, the moment her lithe body slid
from the darkness of the entrance
hall into the creamy, silky, perfumed
darkness of her boudoir, she knew
that the Thing flitted in by her side
She felt it blow over her neck, her
face, her breast, like a gust of wind.
It even touched her. It touched her
non-physically. That is the only way
to put it.
Nor was she afraid then. On the
contrary, she felt rather sorry for
the Thing. And that touched in her
once more the sense of awe—natura¥g]
since to feel sorry was to her a new
sensation, since never before in all
her life had she felt sorry for any-
thing or anybody. The result was she
3 |
began to hate the Thing—with cold,
calculating hatred, hatred without
fear.
She locked the windows and doors.
Quite instinctively her hand brushed
the tiny nacre button which controlled |
the Venetian chandelier. But she did
not press it. She left the boudoir in
For she wag familiar with
furniture about the
darkness.
every stick of
place.
of the great, carved, crimson-and-gold
Spanish renaissance day bed between |
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“Madame! Madame! Did you call
me?”
It was the maid's voice coming
from the hall.
“No—no! Go to bed, Annette! Go
to bed—do you hear me?” as the maid
rattled the door-knob. “I don’t want
to be disturbed—"
“I beg your pardon, madame,” An-
discretely. “I didn’t
nette coughed
She knew the exact location | know that anybody—thought you had
come home alone—I—"
“Go to bed! At once’ Diana
the window and the fire-place, the big | shrieked: then, the maid's footsteps
buhl table in the center of the room
tre smaller one, covered with a mass
of bricabrae, between the two win-
dows, the low divan running along the
south wall and overlapping toward the
fireplace, the three chairs at odd
thes four little tabouretts, and,
in the northeast corner the Chinese
screen, inlaid with ivory and lace and
jade, behind which she kept a small
liquor chest. She knew the room, every
inch of it, and could move about it,
in spite of the darkness, like a cat.
The Thing, on the other hand, what-
ever it was, would find many pitfalls
in the cluttered-up boudoir if it tried
to get rambunctious.
These latter were the exact words
with which Diana Manning expressed
thought to herself; in this very
rmoment of awe and hatred. Remem-
born and bred on the
Of course, since those days
angles,
the
ber—she
East Side.
sooty,
was

sticky, grimy tenement
had
slur
slang of
chrysalis, she learned to broad
her r’'s and to
the
'n her a’s and
gutters for
race But,
that the Thing would
change the
that of
she knew
the tracks. some-
how,
be more familiar with her earlier die-
tion.
She lay down on the
darkness. She decided
carefully, to pounce upon
and to throttle it.
Thing had taken
of deliberate,
sonal intention of an agressive hos-
tility—something which felt and
hated, suffered, yet which had
no bodily reality. The realization of
couch, staring
into the had
to watch
the Thing suddenly
the
For, somehow,

on the suggestion per-
even
it froze Diana into rigidity—not the
rigidity of fear, but something far
worse than fear, partaking of Fate—
of—she didn’t know what, She only
knew that she must watch—then
pounce and kill.
“I must have matters out with it,
“One of us two is mas-
ter in this room; it of I. And I can’t
afford to wait all night. At half
past eleven young Bunny Whipple is
”»
she thought.
”
calling for me——
Again at the thought of “Bunny”
Whipple, she felt that strange, hate-
ful sensation of blended
with pity. The Thing was responsible
for it—the Thing.
How she hated it! She clenched her
new awe,
fists until the knuckles stretched
white. What had the Thing to do
with Bunny’ Whipple's little blue-
oved, golden-haired wife—the bride
who
Diana cut off the thought in mid-
air and tossed it aside as if it were
a soiled glove. She watched more
carefully than ever, her breath com-
ing in short staccato bursts, her body
tense and stationed, her mind rigid.
She tried to close her mind; she did
not want the Thing to peep in upon
it. For right then she knew—she did
not feel nor guess—she knew that
the Thing had the trick of expanding
ard decreasing at will.
It made her angry. She did not con-
sider it fair.
For it gave to the Thing the ad-
vantage of suddenly shrinking to the
size of a pin point and hiding in a
knot of the Tabriz rug which cov-
ered the floor and, immediately after-

wards, of bloating into moustrous
size, like a balloon, and floating
toward the stuccoed ceiling like an
iimmense soap bubble—hanging there
—1looking down with that
hateful, rather friendly determination
Whipple's wife—" she
thought again. “I saw her
day and the silly little fool
nized me. She would have spoken to
mie had I given her the chance. Spo-
hen to me as she wrote me—asking
me to give her back her husband's
love—Ilove
strange,
‘“ ‘Bunny’
yester-
recog-

Her mind formed the word, ca-
ressed it as it were something fu-
tile and soft and naive and laugh-
able, like a ball of cotton or a tiny
kitten—
The next moment, she whipped it
aside with her hard will. She sat
up straight. For at the forming of
the word, the Thing which a second
earlier had been a pin-point sitting
on the gilded edge of a Sevres vase,
bloated and stretched gigantically,
leaped up with an immense rushing
of wings, appeared to float, leaped
again toward the ceiling ag if try-
ing to jerk it away from the cross
beams.
Then just as suddenly, it dropped
on the floor. It lay there, roaring
with laughter. She felt it. She knew
t.
pte
Too, she knew exactly where it
was; between the large buhl table
and the divan. She’d get it and choke
it while it lay there helpless with
merriment,
She jumped from her couch, her
fingers spread like a cat's claws.
“I'll get you—you—you Thing!” she
said the words out loud. “I'll get you!
I'll get you!” Her voice rose in a
shrill, tearing shriek—step by step,
she approached the divan.

“I'll get you—get you—get you—"

pattering away, fell on the couch, pant-
ing.
She was in a towering rage. She
felt sure that if it had not been for
the maid she could have pounced upon
the Thing while it lay there on the
floor, roaring with laughter. Now the
laughter had died out and the Thing
bad got away. It had shrunk into a
tiny butterfly—that’s how Diana felt it
which was beating its wings against
the brass rod of the portiers. But it
was fluttering rather helplessly, blind-
ly, as it had lost some of its energy
and vigor: and again Diana felt sorry
and correspondingly her hatred grew.
And her determination.
‘I'll get you—you—"
waited until her breath
more evenly, rose, walked noiselessly
to the portieres and rustled them.
The Thing startled. Diana
could feel the tiny wings flutter and
beat. hear terrible
bloat huge
and, not succeeding, to
a pin-point.
making it
She came
was
She could its
straining effort to into a
coab-bubble
shrink into
omething im-
and Diana knew what it was,
that, in one of the
hidden back her brain, the
thought of Bunny Whipple's silly littte
fool of a golden-haired wife had taken
But s was
rossible,
T
It was the fact
cells of
firm root, refused to budge.
Diana kept thoneht,
nursed it. It seemed like a bait, and
So the She
she thrust it forward.
She spoke out loud, her face raised
up to the portieres:
‘Silly little fool of a golden-haired
bride” and she added, out of subcons-
scious volition: “Silly Bunny!” ;
She had spoken the last words ca
ressingly, as a naughty boy speaks to
a cat before he catches her and
tweaks her tail, and the Thing was
about to fall into the trap. For a
second it hovered on the brass rod,
scomed to wait, expectant, undecided
Then it came down a few
fluttered within reach of Diana's out-
stretched hand.
But when she closed her hand sud-

inches. It

denly viciously, it winged away
rain, breathless, frightened, but un
harmed. It flew into the center of
the room. It made a renewed terri-
ble effort
And this time it succeeded partly.
to bloat into a baloon.
She did not feel exactly what shape
it had assumed, flabby, all
over with soft lumps which were very
covered
Leastly.
She followed more determined than
ever, and the Thing tried to leap into
the
It had nearly succeeded when Diana
air.
with quick presence of mind, thought
again of Bunny Whipple and Bunny
Whipple's silly, golden-haired wife.
me to give her back
Bunny's love—his love! God!
the silly little fool think that Bunny
loves me? Does she call that—lLove?"
This time it was Diana who burst
into a roar of laughter, and the Thing
stood still and listened, its head
cocked to one side, stupid, ridiculous,
and when Diana neared it,
when it tried to fly, to hover, to swing
in mid air, all it succeeded in doing
was to move swiftly about the room,
just an inch or two away from the
woman's groping fingers,
Diana laughed again, for she knew
that the thing had lost its faculty of
flying, that it would not be able to
escape her for long with the chances
111 in her favor. For the boudoir was
ered-up with furniture
knew the location of every piece, while
the Thing would lose itself, stumble,
fall, and then—
“Wait! You just wait!” she whis-
pered; and the Thing backing away
from the center of the room toward
the screen, she folk
lowed step by step, her fingers grop-
ing, clawing, the lust of the hunter in
her eyes, in her heart.
“I'll throttle you—"
Then she reconsidered. To throttle
so as to kill, she would have to meas-
ure her own strength exactly against
the Thing’s strength of resistence,
And that would be hard. For the
Thing was non-physical. It had no
body.
But it was sure to have a heart.
She would stab that heart. So she
picked from the buhl table the jew-
eled Circassian dagger which she had
admired the day before in a little
shop on Lexington avenue, and which
Bunny had given to her—with some
very foolish remark, quite typical of
him—she remembered. “I wish to God
you'd kill yourself with it! Get out
ot my life—leave me in peace—me
and Lottie—"
Lottie was the silly, golden-haired
wife.
But when, dagger in hand, Diana
took up the chase again, she was dis-
anpointed with the room as she her-
self. It avoided sliding rugs, sharp
cornered buh! tables, taborets and
chairs placed at odd angles. It never
as much as grazed a single one of
the many brittle bits of bric-a-brac.
Once it chuckled as if faintly
“She asks
Does
foolish;
cluat and she
carved Chinese
cmused at something.
But Diana did not give up heart.
She had made up her mind, and she
was a hard woman—her soul a blend-
ing of diamond and fire-kissed steel.
“I'll get you!” and she thought of
and
a new better way. She would
corner the Thing.
Again she advanced, slowly, cau-
tiousky, step by step, driving the
Thing before her across the width of
the room always keeping uppermost
in her mind the thought of Bunny
Whipple and his silly fool of a golden-
haired wife—the thought which
paralyzing the Thing’s faculty of
bloating and shrinking and flying.
The end came very suddenly.
was
Watching her chance, she had the
Thing cornered, straight up against
the inlaid Chinese screen. It tried to
shrink—to bloat—to fly—to. get away.
But Diana had timed her action to
the click*of a second. She brought
the dagger down—with all her
strength—and the Thing crumpled, it
gave, it was not.
There pain, a
crimson smear, and a very soft voice
was just a sharp
from a far, starry, velvety distance.
“You have killed
“Killed—whom?
me, Diana!”
Who
are you?”
“The evil in your soul, Diana! The
evil—" then something which had
been congealed seemed to turn fluid
and alive and golden; something rose
into a state that was too calm to be
ectacy.
The next morning, Bunny Whipple's
silly, blue-eyed,
was sitting across
wife
husband
golden-haired
from her
at breakfast.
He
haky.
ard and
pity in
and ha
looked at
was white
She

him,
her eyes.
“Have you seen the morning paper,

ferior animal.
largely of
A desirable udder, one composed
secretive tissue, should be
*
nellow to the feel, covered with a soft,
pliable skin and fine hair. On the
otiner hand, an udder that feels firm
and coarse, and which does not de-
crease noticeably in size when the
milk is drawn, is undesirable, and is
characteristic of
The importance of udder texture can:

Bunny?" she asked.
“No! Don’t want to. More scandal
about me, I guess—" he bit the wor
off savagely.
“Only—that—that
faltered.
“Diana Manni
about her?”
“She
she

All right! What

found dead last night
She had stabbed he
heart
was
of
Circassian
by her maid.
the
The papers say

through with a
that a smile
dagger.
was on her face—a happy, sweet smile
as if—'
read the reporter's lyric outburst out
loud:
“As if death had brought her happi-
ness and salvation and a deep, calm,
She picked up the Star and
glorious fulfilment.”
Junny Whipple did not reply. He
atared into his coffee cup.
Very suddenly he looked up. His
wife had risen and walked around the
table toward him.
She put her slim, white hands on his
shoulders.
There were tears in her eyes—tears
and a trembling question.
He drew her to him, and kissed her.
Maybe a Water
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That fountain
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combination water
and
profitable hog equipment 1 ever
bought.” The speaker was J. IL. Kra
ning, one of the good hog raisers
in Miami County, Indiana. “You re-
member that cold day we had in Januv-
ary two ago? Those two oil
lamps kept the water so that
only a thin coat of ice formed around
Most of the time one lamp
years
warm
the edges.
is all that is needed to keep the water
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Mr. Kraning used to water his pigs
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“An hour after I'd chopped the
in a
days.
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Ie
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my pigs did when they had to drink
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The heater and fountain that Mr.
Kraning uses is a combination affair
There are two oil lamps to warm the
water. Kerosene is used for fuel.
The heater is mounted on iron skids
and can be hauled around easily with
a horse.
It is likely that your local hardware
dealer sells such heaters.—James R.
Wiley, in Farm and Fireside.
How Udder’ Type
Affects Production
Why the importance of the udder?
If you know dairy cattle, you know
that upon the size, shape, and general
characteristics of this organ and its
accessories depend pretty largely the
producing capacity of a cow.
Size is essential, yet often mislead-
ing. The dairyman must keep in mind
that a large udder may be due to either
an extensive growth of secretive tis-
sue or of connective material. In the
latter case the abundance of connec-
tive tissue often misleads the inex
perienced buyer into purchasing what
he supposes, on account of the large

display of udder, to be a high pro-
ducer, but which may be a really in-

as it
cow
of a high-producing
the “boarder” cow.
not be over-emphasized, yet, strange
may the meaty-uddered
often the show ring.
that the udder
animal is liable
connective
desirable
seem,
wins in
T'his is due to the fact
sufficient
maintain it in a
contain
tissue to
not to
shape under the heavy weight of milk
secreted.
Length and width is to be preferred
Aside from
the possibility of a deep udder break-
the
sur-
rather than great depth.
strain, is
too little
the blood
the
secured.
ing down under heavy
abjection that it offers
the
from
face for operation of
vessels which materials for
manufacture of milk
While not
high production,
are
always an indication of
the
prominent veins cannot
case in which
be associated
with abundant milk secretion are few.
After the udder the milk
veins pass forward along the stomach
and disappear in the milk wells. The
deeper the milk wells, and the longer
and more tortuous the milk veins, the
covering
better indication that the cow is a
good producer.
The teats should be reasonably
large, three or four inches being pre-
Abnormally
apt to be as-
udder—that is,
ferred by most dairymen.
large teats, however, are
sociated with “cut-up”
one the floor of which is irregular and
cut up between the teats. Any suci
irregularity or lack of fullness means
less room for secretive tissue, and
hence objectionable.
While most authorities prefer that
the floor of the udder be flat, it is
nevertheless a fact that an udder
¢loping upward in the fore part, such
the illustration,
usually be
secretive
as the one shown in
or more usually so, may
expected to contain more
that a
The desirable
tioned thus may
easily only after a cow freshens.
tissue flat-bottomed one,
characteristics men-
far be determined
In case the animal is dry, a reliable
indication of a good-sized udder, in so
concerned, is good
of the hip
A line drop-
will meet the
far as length is
length between the point
bone and the pin bone.
ped from the pin bone
The
of the thighs, too, is a
rear attacnment. conformation
reliable guide
to the breadth an udder may be ex-
pected to develop. The thigh should
be concave, thus allowing plenty of

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PHILADELPHIA, PA. Phone, Kens.2594

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beans
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cities has developed into a thriving | Camirillo within five hours.” To do
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Manayunk, Philadelphia, Pa.

Five Passenger Touring $2685
Sedan $3585
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The design of the Templar “Sportette’” is infused
with originality, and has the mark of distinction engrav-
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It's low-hung, graceful and daring: the summary of motor-
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full aluminum body bronze, windshield set at a rakish angle.
Fou
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Davenport Motor Co.
DISTRIBUTER
723 North Broad St.
1718--22 Wood St.
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Sportette $2685
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