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Show THE GRANT8VILLE PEDIL - fa,.VICTOR KOU35ICAV7 ff) AT W4 CHAPMAN MASTERMANS LIFELONG ENEMY APPEARS AND THE MER IS SEIZED WITH A FATAL FOR- APOPLECTIC STROKE. Naval Lieutenant Donald Paget, just given command of tbe a submarine, meets at Washington an old friend and distinguished though somewhat eccentric scientist, Captain Masterman. Masterman has Just returned from an exploring expedition, bringing with him a member of the strange race, the existence of whose species, he asserts, menaces the human family. At the club, the "March Hares, Masterman explains his theory to Paget F-5- 5, . CHAPTER II Yes," answered the lieutenant He was worked up about a theory of hls (Continued.) ft know my boy," fVe captain an- own." ed crazy ever swered. The doctor nodded. A very happy Ive bet since I saw the s u ierpent oft Aber- death, he said. He didnt suffer. I deen. I have to thank MacBeard for suppose you know where hls relatives that Ever since he learned that I are to be found T was on the track of something big, , Donald was entirely Ignorant The he has been trying to queer me. And little group that had gathered about life on the body, their own theories tempowhen I discovered-mammaliathe sea floor, I was called an impos- rarily laid aside, were equally In Ignotor, which hurt more. But as I see rance. Nobody was much interested It lieutenant a man can only be true In anyone else at the Inventors club. Then Professor MacBeard stepped to himself, and I stand for truth and fair play, moderation and courteous forward. I had some acquaintance with Capdealings, not mudsllnglng and Invectain Masterman," he said. In fact tive, and calling names, like that d brained, porous plaster, we were strong friends, although our views were divergent upon certain MacBeard. But at least you wont mention subjects. I shall be happy to see to these matters to people who who the Interment and to take charge of havent open minds, pleaded Donald. any papers that my old colleague may No, sir. I wadi my bands of them have left pending the appointment of alt Thats why I have told you about an official trustee." Lieutenant Paget was convinced this. But If you dont listen, If you that MacBeard was lying. Why, It dont warn the world I? exclaimed Donald. Good Lord, was hardly ten minutes since Master-ma- n had denounced him In hls charMasterman, you cant suppose that I am able to stake my professional ca- acteristically unmeasured terms I And reer upon the retailing of such a at that moment apparently by coincistory I Even supposing It true, the dence, but doubtless on account of a thing .wont happen in our time. Why slight Jar to the couch on which the should a world epoch terminate in body had been laid, a bulky envelope this particular generation and another fell out of the dead mans pocket MacBeard stooped hastily and was begin? Masterman leaped out of his chair about to transfer It to hls own when and stood beside the lieutenant He Donald Intervened. Excuse me, but Is that not adtwined his fingers convulsively In his long beard, and there was a look of dressed to me? he asked. My name Is Paget Lieutenant Paget fanaticism upon his face. He was sure that he had seen hls Because It has already terminated and begun, he shouted. Because I name upon the envelope, and it occurred-to him that this must be the have felt them I document about which Masterman had Seen them, you mean I Felt them, sir I Ocean men. Mon- spoken. Donald felt greatly touched it pigeon-- pot-face- sters, between the Shctlands and the Faroes, just where the continental shelf rises to a hundred feet feet sir, not fathoms and then sinks to the uttermost abysses of the sea. A natural ladder, sir, a mountain path up to the world. And if you wont tell the world He broke off and stared at the door leading into the passage from which they had entered the card room. A man was standing there. He was perhaps fifty years of age, "short, rather chubby, his round face covered with a sparse, prickly growth of hair. His figure was rotund, and like many short, round men with sparse beards, he had an appearance of pompous dig- UTAH. assure you, nor of questioning your good faith. I was a little startled ut the moment. Perhaps, as mutual friends of the late Captain Master-man- , we may take care of hls Interests Jointly. As Donald made no reply of any nature, MacBeard turned to the physician, and hod soon completed the arrangements for the removal of the body. Then he went to the clerks desk. lie held the envelope In hls hand still, and he was about to place It In hls pocket when hls glance fell upon a sentence of the manuscript within. Donald drew It forth and read: In the event .of your bearing of my sudden death you must not delay a moment. but go to my house at 168 street Baltimore. Above all, beware of MacBeard. He is an enemy of the bumau race. So much I have learned, but Donald thrust the loose sheet Into hls trousers pocket and replaced the envelope, containing the rest of the manuscript, in the Inner pocket of hls coat Just as MacBeard returned. lie would go to the house In Baltimore, and see what there was to be done. He knew Masterman had lived there alone for years. In the Intervals between hls voyages. MacBeard came up to Donald with a smile of affected friendliness. I understand that there Is norec-or- d of our friends address, he said Poor Masterman was a very retiring man. No dqubt we shall learn from hls friends In a day or two. I will have an announcement published, and have arranged for the funeral to be held from Byam's undertaking establishment the day after tomorrow at noon. Is there anything further to be doneT I hardly think so, answered Donald. Then If you can look In here tomorrow at eleven, we may talk matters over. And now permit me to wish you good evening, said the professor cordially. Donald took the proffered hand and felt a sense of disgust at the touch of the limp fingers. He strode out of the club and took a taxicab to the station. The Baltimore train was Just about to leave. Late that nlglit Lieutenant Paget found the captains house. It proved to be In a little y thoroughfare flanked by neat houses. Each had a tiny back garden surrounded by a high wall. There was about It an atmosphere, if not of mystery, at any rate of the retirement common, to such backwaters In the roaring streams of city life. The captain's was the last house in the street It stood a little farther back than the rest and was turned slightly askew, facing them obliquely, as though It knew Itself to be out of place and was watching its neighbors apprehensively over Its shoulder. Therer was no light behind any of the drawn shades. A small dome on to think that Captain Masterman had a flat roof seemed to contain a telehad him In hls crazy mind, even be- - scope. Donald climbed a fence, walked round to the hnck, and went up the n path. The grass had not been mowed since it sprouted In spring; the garden was unkempt and ragged. Donald felt sure thut there was nobody within. two-stor- As he trod the flags of the garden walk, he fancied be heard the footsteps of a man In the street, following him. lie stoiiped and listened, but now no sound was to be heard. He peered back Into tbe darkness, but saw nobody. Doubtless It was a hallucination; It wns h plgce of echoes and hauntlngs. And It seemed singularly appropriate for old Masterman to have had Ills lonely residence here, matching hls lonely life. As Donald had anticipated, the front door was locked, and the window of the living room wns apparently nailed up. He traversed the narrow path that led to the back of the house. To hls surprise, the kitchen window was open. Then It occurred to him that Masterman hud, of course, gone directly home on hls return from his last earthly voyage. He swung himself across the window sill and dropped to the kitchen floor. He lit a match and found the gas. The yellow flare disclosed a very ordinary kitchen. Mnstermans coat hung on a null beside the window, and he had been cooking porridge upon the range. Donald went through Into a room at the hack of the house, which had apparently been built out at a dute subsequent to the completion of the structure In Its original form. He stopped short at the threshold, hearing the swish, swish of water. It was not falling water, but a gentle and continuous rippling. It occurred to him that It was, on a smaller scale, the sound that a seal makes In the course of its ceaseless peregrinations around Its tank. There was a palm tree In a huge pot on cither side of what looked like an enormous goldfish bowl. Behind this was a second bowl, even larger. In the middle of the room was a complicated apparatus resembling a retort. He saw a chandelier close to the wall. Donald lit three gas-jetThe light flickered and sputtered as the air rushed out Then, when it had grown steady, Donald saw that a sort of photographic lens was attached to a box In front of the appa- WHALES STOOD ON HEADS According to 8hips Officers, Large 8chool Certainly Acted in a Most Peculiar Manner. "MacBeard I" ejaculated the captain Donald, my lad Donald quickly. He stopped and looked at Donald In a dazed way. He put his bands to hls head, a look of bewilderment succeeded that of anger, and he sat down again heavily. Hls features were sufA Man Was Standing There. fused with blood. Donald sprang toward him. fore their accidental meeting, out of Captain Masterman 1 Are you 111T all hls acquaintances. he cried, shaking the old man by the MacBeard had placed his hand over shoulder. the envelope, as If to hide the adMacBeard came Into the room and dress; but, seeing that It was Imposstood beside him, looking down at the sible to deny Donalds assertion, he recaptain. Donald was conscious, even plied : in that moment, of a strong personal I suppose that you are the man antagonism toward this man. you claim to be, and can prove It? A I am afraid he has had a seizure, good many persons are anxious to said MacBeard. profit by Captain Mastermans discovCopt Jonathan Roderick Masterman eries." looked Into the lieutenant's face with The Insolent challenge, and the an expression of pathetic helplessness, sneering tone awakened Donalds ansmiled, sighed very deeply, stretched ger. He grasped the professor by the out hls legs, and died. wrist which held the letter. I am not accustomed to having my CHAPTER III. he answered. Identity questioned, You'll hand over that envelope, and The House In Baltimore, Life was extinct, and the doctor afterward I will submit my proofs to who was hastily summoned could only whoever Is qualified to receive them confirm what all perceived. He gave and you can do the same. MacBeard's hand opened and Donit as his opinion that heart disease was the cause of death, and stated ald took out the envelope. Why, my dear sir, said the prothat there would be no need of an with an embarrassed laugh, I fessor . Inquest. no Intention of withholding had seizreally hls Was he excited Just before anything that Is legitimately yours, I ure T" he Inquired of DOiald. ' This Is a whale story, concerning whales that stood on their heads, and all vouched for by officers of a fruit steamer which arrived recently from the tropics, according to jt. recent Issue of . the Boston Evening Transcript. And, seriously, the chief officer of the steamer intends to make a written report about the whales to the federal bureau of fisheries. The whales1 were sighted south of Nantucket shoals During their respective lightship.. careers at sea the officers have seen many whales, but none which behaved in the manner of those sighted on this trip, and It was the peculiar behavior of the leviathans, together with their number, which attracted attention. Between 6 a. m. and 4 p. m., according to the chief officer, nearly 100 whales were seen. For the most part, they appeared to be In shoal water, and from time to time would dive and remain s protruding poised with their twenty or more feet above the surface, according to the size of the individual whale. In the opinion of the ships officers, the whales pursued these tactics to obtain food fish swimming close to the bottom. On the other hand, a number of the whales again, according to the mariners, floated on the surface apparently asleep and were not disturbed by the approach of the steamer. In addition to the story, the steamer brought 28,000 bunches of bananas. Inquiry. r s. Lieutenant Paget sees a specimen of the strange race which Masterman has described. (TO BIS CONTINUED.) MISTAKEN FOR GRAND DUKE I Am an Honest Man Replied Russian Army Leader, in Reply to Salutation. God Forbid, I An amusing story Is going the rounds In Potrogrud just now concerning General Bruslloff, who can be very direct and brusque In bis manner when he chooses. The army leader happened to be In the capital on business this was before the revolution and was mistaken by an officer passing for a certain grand duke of notoriously sympathy. Coming smartly to the salute, the officer, who probably, judging from bis manner, hud some petition for preferment to present, led off with the repro-Germ- mark: "Iurdon me, sire, but I believe I am d addressing the Grand Duke So-an- so? God forbid I replied General Brus- lloff, I am an honest man. And saluting gravely in hls turn he passed on. tail-end- Perplexing COW'S PRIDE. Its perfectly delightful, said Mrs. Cow. "Yes, It Is really very line." . Mrs. Cow was talking to Mrs. Black and White Cow. To be sure they were both cows, but Mrs. Cow wns always known by just her simple name, and Mrs. Black and White Cow wns always called Mrs. Black and White. All the creatures of the barnyard liked this story, and they also admired Mrs. Cow for telling It. It's so much better, Mrs. Duck had said, than to boast as If you could have everything under the sun. And our clothes aren't so Important as our dispositions. So now that Mrs. Cow had something special to My, Mrs. Black and White stopped chewing for a moment and looked at Mrs. Cow. I would love to hear It, said Mrs. Wlint Is bo deBlack and White. lightful and fine? It won't excite mo to hear It, I trust, for I hate to become excited. It certainly wont excite you," Bald Mrs. Cow. That Is I am pretty sure It wont, for It didnt excite me. It just made me very happy and pleased. I do not like to become excited any more than you do, my dear. I enjoy chewing and taking my time over everything. I never look excited,, do I "No," said Mrs. Blnck and White. You always look ns If you were calm. But then that Is the way a cow should be. We should never hurry. We are not meant to for none of our family have ever hurried. We've always enjoyed taking our time nnd eating and munching. Now and again we look up at people ns they pass by, but we look at everything cnlm. That Is so, said Mi's. Cow. But sometimes I think we have grown a ratus, directed toward the great tank bit lazy." between the palms. Oh, dont say so, said Mrs. Blnck Approaching, he perceived tlrnt the and White. Laziness Is the very Joy top of the tank was covered with of my life. Never to move quickly, glass. A slender tube of the same never to ent quickly, never to grow material entered the water from excited those are --the Joys of cow above, where It wns supported upon life." an arm extended from a wall. There "Thats so, said Mrs. Cow. "I really wns a connection between the tube meant that I sometimes think people and another which ran upward from do not appreciate cows enough. They the top of the retort. are so used to seeing us move so slow-l- y Presently Donald caught sight of a that they think we aren't worth barometer attached to the front of the much. They rather like the creatures mechanism. Now he began to under- who hurry and bustle even if they stand. The object In the tank, what- never get anywhere." ever it was, was under a pressure of "Its strange that they cun udmlre a number of atmospheres. suid Mrs. Black and White. hurrying, He approached the tank and walked should realize that we do all They round It, peering Into It from every side. He saw the ripples on the water, and there wns a faint sound as of a fin brushed against the glass. But he could see nothing In the nature of a living thing. weed-grow- nity. Somehow Donald imagined that he had been behind the door for a long time, and that his entrance had been prompted by curiosity so uncontrollable that It overcame all sense of shame or fear of discovery. t NEWS, GRANT8VILLE, Portable Fire for 8oldlers. A compact portuhle material for building a small cooking lire Is a blessing to the soldier In the field In winter. The Italians have devised a home-mad- e fire ration which the people at home prepared last winter for the men In the cruel Alpine passes. The fire ration U made from old newspapers, and candle ends, or other paraffin material. The newspapers are cut Into little cylinders, which are afterwards boiled In the paraffin. This produces a highly compact and combustible little cylinder which can be used for heating food In the field. Father, Mid the small boy, what Is senatorial courtesy T I am not exactly clear on that Foe to Waste. point, my son. But It seems to be some sort of arrangement that perNo, mum, rm Are you a tramp? mits a senator to bo as Inconsiderate a food conserver. Have you got any as he chooses. old food you don't want wasted T" Now Let Me Look Up About Cows in My Book. the work thnt Is expected of us nnd we do It well, continued Mrs. Cow. Isnt that enough?" asked Mrs. Black nnd White. It should be," said Mrs. Cow. And I think that If ever they would stop hurrying nnd have a nice long time thinking about cows they would come to the conclusion that we were very useful and thnt we were a great addition to the world. And I do think now they are beginning to appreciate us n little more. That Is what I have to tell you. They ore beginning to thiuk fanning is a fine thing and that cows and chickens, ducks nnd geese, should be studied. What makes me extremely happy Is that I saw a friend of the furmer the oilier duy. The farmer wns talking about his fine animals and he Mid, pointing to me: There's a fine cow over .there. And what do you suppose the friend didr I can't imagine," suid Mrs. Blnck and White. Cows haven't a great deal of Imagination you know ! He Mid: 'Now let me look up about cows in my book. I saw his book. It was on farming nnd on the outside of the book wns my picture yes, a picture of a brown cow with white spots. Just think, n cow on a book and all about the cow family la the book for he said so. Its splendid, Mid Mrs. Blnck nnd White. We nre appreciated after alL And Im honored to know you, Mrs. Cow, for youve gone on a book." I haven't gone on it myself, said It's my picture. But thnt Mrs. Cow. And Mrs. Is enough of nn honor. Black and White agreed. J. 'da |