He still believed that he was an earthly being, and his fear was so great of his avenger that he had only time for thinking of that one subject and how to escape.

Leaving these happenings to later analysis, seeking only to hide where he could not be found, he trudged on, running and skulking here and there for a place of safety. He thought he had found this in thick tangled underbrush, but just when he felt the safest he looked up to see his pursuer eying him with deadly menace.

The chase was continuous—uphill and down, through forest and plain. Ceaselessly he sought a refuge. Ceaselessly the spectre of revenge stalked him, and finally he turned to the cities—cities he knew and to people that he knew, and he implored their aid. But they did not seem to hear him and he felt forsaken.

Experience had taught him that objects were no barrier to his flight, nor could they afford him concealment from his pursuer, and again he took to the highways; yet like a shadow Fillmore could not be left behind. As days went by, slowly the truth dawned upon him what had happened—that he was dead!

His only desire after that was to mingle with the earthly. His training had not been to think on higher things such as the next world. He only knew mortality and the things its world could supply. Ah! if he could only clothe himself again with mortality, then he could escape those awful eyes and be free once more.

Many times he tried to force the soul of some weak mentality from its body; but the Lords of Karma ruled otherwise. Still he sought and finally found the soul of a drowning man in Ohio just leaving his mortal housing, and he usurped his place and was successful in once more bringing to life its mortal remains. He felt his avenger’s eyes still on him as he sought this earthly covering for his tortured soul, and when he was safely encased within the shell of the departed man he felt secure; for he no longer felt the demon presence. He laughed with glee at the trick he felt he had played on his pursuer. Those who were attempting to resuscitate the drowned man were happy that their efforts had been rewarded by the sudden revival of what seemed a hopeless case.

John Fillmore watched this action of his enemy but could not prevent it. But he determined that he should not escape. He,