ng white. He
stumbled over some object and bent down to find the huddled form of a
demon frozen stiff as an ice idol. It was poor little Beezel, who had
come all the way from the hell of the three-ringed planet to try out his
new scheme of torture for trigamists.

I. B. Devil stepped lightly over his frozen disciple and went to the
balcony rail. Shading his eyes until they became accustomed to the white
glare, he now looked far up and down the wide stretches of his domain,
puzzled, dumbfounded and subdued. The water mains that supplied the
steam baths had burst and flooded the place, and all hell was frozen
over!

* * * * *

I. B. Devil leaped from the balustrade and straight as an arrow shot
upward to Gud's Paradise.

He paused for a moment only outside the portals to discard the furs he
wore, then he pushed open the great unguarded gate and stepped inside.

It was a goodly heaven, vast and beautiful and shining in its new-made
emptiness.

I. B. Devil did not pause for admiration, but went straightway to Gud's
private office and kicked open the door. There was no one there. Beside
the larger desk was a lesser one, and on this lay a powder puff and a
small mirror. The Devil stepped to the file cabinet, flung it open; and
with uncanny accuracy reached in, pulled out the carbon copy of the
order for souls, and read:

"In accordance with your quotation, you may ship us at once three
billion mortal souls."

"Poor old chap," mused the Devil, "I should never have trusted one."

Then he stepped outside and mounted to the throne of Gud. There he found
a note pinned to the upholstery. It read: "We have gone to Hell."

The Devil went back to the portal of Gud's heaven and picked up the
furs: "I guess," he said, "I had better take them down to her."

* * * * *

But Gud let her go to Hell alone, for in the course of their headlong
flight, he heard the faint sound of far off barking. Wheeling in the
ether Gud made straight for the campfire, where he had left Fidu
watching the beans.

"Did the beans boil over?" asked Gud.

"No, indeed," said Fidu, in his best dog language, "but you were gone so
long that I caught a nice wild boar so that there is pork in the beans."

"Don't you know, Fidu," admonished Gud, "that I disapprove of eating
pork?"

"But," said Fidu, "this was a vegetarian pig, for he was rooting for
peanuts when I caught him."

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