The vampire nemesis and other weird stories of the China coast

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effectually cuts short all attacks of Epilepsy, Hysteria, Palpitation, and Spasms.

is the only palliative in Neuralgia, Rheumatism, Gout, Cancer, Toothache, and Meningitis.

The
Illustrated
London
News
of Sept. 28th, 1895. says:

If I were asked which sinple medicine I should prefer to take abroad with me, as likely to be most generally useful, to the exclusion of all others, I should say
Chlorodyne.
I never travel without it, and its general o-z>licability to the relief of a large number of simple ailments forms its best recommendation."

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The Vampire Nemesis.

IN setting down the train of events that occurred at Ningpo on that horror-filled night of August, 18—, I shall make no attempt to justify or excuse my own conduct, nor that of my friend, the end of whose troubled career I shall here endeavour to portray.

Nor would I wish that any who should scan this page should believe that there was aught supernatural about the occurrence. I make no doubt but that all could be readily explained away on grounds purely natural by one who had been a calm observer of the facts, if facts they were, and not some horrible nightmare on which I look back shuddering—one not possessed of the overwrought mind, in a state of nervous tension, such as at the time was mine.

I set them forth here for what they may be worth, and leave the reader to draw his own conclusions.

My reason for reverting at all to so painful a subject, the bare recollection of which, even now,
causes the cold beads of terror to gather, must be that the spirit of my friend and college chum cries to me from the grave that justice be done him; that his memory be cleared of the foul stain of murder, leaving nevertheless that of base treachery and fiendish cruelty.

After years of wavering irresolution, I take up my pen to reopen that chapter of horror.

One word more ere I commence. Those who were at Ningpo at that period, now so many years ago, will doubtless remember some of the incidents which at that time made such a sensation, and should they here, under the assumed names, recognise the actors in the terrible tragedy, let them know that hereby one of them sends greeting.

Fergusson and I had been close friends since those early days at Cambridge when all the world looked rosy and life lay before us. Study had never been our
forte,
and it was perhaps in a mutual avoidance of lectures that we were thrown so much together.

In all the sports we had stood premier. Fergusson had had the proud distinction of pulling in the college eight, while I had competed, unsuccessfully it is true, for the Diamond Sculls at Henley. At cricket and football we were both adepts, and with the gloves neither of us were to be lightly handled ; it was only within the bounds of the lecture room that we allowed our inferiority to
any, and these, as I said before, we avoided as religiously as our remaining at college would admit. The very natural result of which was that on our leaving and stepping on to the platform of the world we found, to our chagrin, that it was heads that were required there in the scrimmage, and that arms, be they never so well seasoned, were almost a superfluity, unless one had a fancy for bricklaying or some kindred occupation.

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