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pect that was at least human, now emerges slowly-a death-bead! The deep, set look in the eye glazed and staring, the purple circles, the marble face, the moist bl-ow, around which locks of damp gray hair hang limply, the bent figure, all speak plainly of the dar-k deeds perpetrated within. The steps are gained, the gl'OllPlooks in a blank, dazed fashion at their chum who stumbles past and reaches her room. As ifit were a strange dream they see the second victim drawn toward the Ha wk .she tr-iesto bebr-avcbu c.cokl and faint, she ralls in a heap beforethe door. This makes 110 difference-she isc1raggecl slowly into the darkness of what looks like a mighty maelstrom. An eternity of agony almost intoler- able intervaled this time, first, by that death-like stillness, then by the strangest sounds that ever fell on mortal ca.r. Again the door opens.c-a huddled mass of flesh and bone is pushed onto The group sees this with fearful rage, yet silently, (or suddenly the eyes of all are strangely drawn to the door where stands the embodiment of everything hon-ifying on the face of the earth,-a monster of indefinite form,- only a face outlined against a black hood being c1ear,-a snarl.c-firc flashes from the eyes, this hydra-like thing with the diabolical grin of a ghoul, then-the third victim is dragged ill and the door slams. The remnant of tile group slowly turns now almost lifeless through fright,just in time to pcrceivevict.im num. ber two rapidly disappearing through the lower hall. The work proceeds, Whcn the rites of the last admission are concluded, and the candidate, now a member, bas found her way to her rool11,-a perfect vvreck-c-the lifealmost gone, there is an interlude of five minutes during which one might hear [ur-niture stealthily moved and matches struck. The clock strikes twelve, A strange little band singing gaily trips its way up the steps to the den of the], G. C. A light tap on the door from one of this little party gains a hearty "come in," and the Junior girls-lately become members of the .J. G. C.-rush in pele.mele, scramble lor a hug from the Grand High Mogul of the occasion, -then with many a sprightly laugh and cheer as each is irlentified.c-for they are allmasqucd in fancy cos- tume-cthey tumble gaily over to a large table. There should have been placed at their disposal ambrosia and nectar, but they are content with something more euhst antial, just so they have some of Reese's ice- cream and cake for the finale. The transformation! You are entirely too eurious,-that is the secret of the], G. C. 162 -