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For Tomorrow We Die

The doctor's hand caught the edge of the wrought-bronze pot . . .
An Oriental

Suspense Tale . . .

By Frank Owen

A drug shop that has blossomed for a thousand years
must naturally have solved many of
Nature's mysteries. . . .

Now when the meal was over, Dr. Shen Fu leaned back in his chair and sighed contentedly.

"Death," he mused, "the supreme adventure in life is seldom appreciated because man usually encounters it when he is in such bad health that he cannot enjoy it." His guests, Ah Chow, the porcelain monarch and Wong See Lo who had raised a few silk worms into a mighty industry, looked at him blandly and nodded their heads.

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