emblem of that which has been the redemption of mankind from Evil, and as such, Evil flees it today because of its powerful occult influence gathered through the ages from the loving worship of so many human hearts.'
Greye La Spina's serial, Fettered, is the most thrilling, startling and gripping story she has yet written, and it is another of the good things in store for the readers of Weird Tales.
"Best wishes for the success of Weird Tales," writes Spencer Gooding, of Los Angeles. "With such writers as Greye La Spina, Seabury Quinn, Frank Belknap Long, Arthur J. Burks and Lieutenant Stamper, all of whom write nearly perfect tales of this kind, I can not see how you can fail."
Writes William L. Miles, of Shelbina, Missouri: "Have just finished reading the January installment of The Waning of a World. The publishers should have to spend the rest of their lives in solitary confinement for not finishing the story. I am temporarily confined to an 'uneasy couch' because of a Ford truck which fell on me, and now must wait another month for the concluding installment. Must compliment the author for his attention to details."
"I find Weird Tales a real treat in the shape of something different," writes John H. Bunny, of San Diego, California. "Especially do I always look forward to the stories written by Lieutenant Arthur J. Burks, as they seem to be not only so exceedingly thrilling, but have such unexpected and unusual endings. This is especially true of his latest, When the Graves Were Opened, which is without doubt the best story I ever read."
"I have been stranded in Atlantic City during a four-day northeast storm," writes E. V. Gallagher to The Eyrie, "and I happened on your January number. It has enlivened the dreary days considerably. I especially enjoyed the unique tale of The Gong Ringers and would like to see more stories of other lands."
Fred W. Fischer, Jr., of Knoxville, Tennessee, writes: "Please change Weird Tales from a monthly magazine to a semi-monthly. A month is entirely too long to wait for the next installment of the terribly weird and exciting serials you place on the lists, and it is awful to know that these unusual stories come only once a month, so please publish it at least twice a month. I am sure that hundreds of readers will second my motion, if they see this epistle."
"That awful story of the little chattering heads growing out of a man's flesh (Lulcundoo, by Edward Lucas White) was one of the best and most fascinating which I have ever read, notwithstanding its ridiculous impossibility," writes Mrs. Lilia Price Savino, of Portsmouth, Virginia.
Writes August Derleth, Jr., of Sauk City, Wisconsin: "As to the January issue, my first vote goes unreservedly to The Tomb, by H. P. Lovecraft. The sheer beauty of words, without considering the excellent theme, is enough to merit the tale first place. Mr. Lovecraft, in my estimation, is a second Poe. In the December issue Lieutenant Burks' When the Graves Were Opened received my first vote, and The Valley of Spiders, by H. G. Wells, my second. Both tales were superbly told, although Mr. Wells' story necessitated a bit of thought."
Armand Le Cleve Goulette, of Milwaukee, writes: "The new serial, On the Dead Man's Chest, gets one hearty vote from me for January's blue ribbon. The club to which the characters belong reminds me of a similar organization which was, for a time, considered quite the thing by a few of us at a certain
