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Title: The modern devil, his play between the false and the good;
Year: 1903 (1900s)
Authors: Chambers, Isaiah Mench, 1865- (from old catalog)
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Publisher: Philadelphia, International publishing co
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
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el their understanding, and cursethem down to old age. This ink is doing a great work in cor-rupting character; no othei could produce such an effect.Satan seemed in a confidential mood, for he continued:I am personally interested in the output of certain printing-presses in a few of our large cities, but the Purity Societies arevery vigilant, and great care has to be used in shipping this ink.Last year cighty-tzuo tons of our literature was seized and de-stroyed by agents of those fanatical societies. This, of course, isbut a fraction of the product, but we do not encourage attacksupon this particular line of business, preferring to have it carriedon secretly. Unseen, I followed Satan from the room and watched himpause for a moment beside a door upon which was inscribed— INSPIRATION BUREAU OF FOUL THOUGHTS In reply to some signal the door opened, and, still unseen, Ientered with the Enemy of Man and heard his greeting to thesole occupant of the room: Still busy in our cause, I see.
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•240 EUNNING PAST THE SIGNALS 241 ^Yes, more busy tlian ever, was tlie reply. Since the vision had been upon me I had seen many of Satansattendant fiends and helpers, bnt never had I seen one that in-spired me with such disgust as he who now arose from a tablecovered with papers and writing materials, and drew near to con-fer with his chief. He was very old, stooped, and shrunken in form. Long, strag-gling hair, through which he from time to time ran his thin fin-gers, fell over his wrinkled forehead. His face showed the utterdepravity of his mind: its expression was hideous to behold. Ashe shambled forward, a lecherous fire shone in his evil eyes. Satan regarded him intently for a moment. Upon what have you been working to-day ? he inquired. Inventing details for the society scandal you wanted writtenup for that big newspaper. Ive made them as risque as the dearpublic will stand, was the reply. Finish the story as quickly as you can, Satan continued,for I have a new commission for

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