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Show THE LEW SUN, LEIII, UTAH Mack Sfeep9s GH, BY BEATRICE GiUMSIIAW Copyright by Hughe Mms1 Co. Illustrations by Irwin Myers WND Cerrloo CHAPTER XIII Continued 23 "I know. It's like them mountains that he called after yoa Ever bo often, on the field, I'd used to look at them, at sun-up; there they was, the Pla Lauriers, high up and cold, with the light on them, and you'd see them for a little while,' all gold, and then, when the sun was gettln' warm, and they looked sort of homelike, and not to far away, the mists would come up like cloaks, "nuns' white cloaks, hldin' them, and they were gone." The tears were near Pia's eyes. "Why, you're a poet, " she said, lightly, light-ly, to hide her emotion. "I'm not; I'm not even musical. . . . It's what I said ; you have so much that 1 haven't, and there are things he'll miss. But, Jinny, we've got to remember remem-ber that we love him, and want to do the best for him, and he would Just hate It If we couldn't be friends." "You mean you'll be my friend-real friend-real dinkum no nonsense about doin me good and lmprovin' me and gettln' me into 'a nice place where they'd be kind to meT "I want to be your friend Just as one girl to another. If I may." "If you may J" said Jinny, and flung her arms about the other's neck. Pia's kiss, given without reserve, was still on her lips, when Jinny, without warning, sprang away, leaped to her feet, listened a moment, and then, in frantic hurry, began to put on her clothes. " "What's the matter?" asked Pla. "Matter! Hark at that 1" "I hear nothing." "Nothing, h 11 That's rain." ' A sudden memory leaped into Pia's mind ,. "'What happens If rain comes?'" "'Him say, altogether we die.'" She did not quite understand yet. But she ran out of the tent, and under un-der the few faint drops that were beginning be-ginning to fall, looked up and down the gorge. Camp had .been made on a slope of barren sand and gravel at the bottom of a rock wall. There was driftwood there, and plenty of water, and, when they had halted, just before dark, it had been Impossible to see any better place behind them or ahead, all the gorge, for miles, was steep-to, with a bottom almost level, that made good going, in spite of boulders and moraines of loose stone. The thread of water that here represented rep-resented the Romilly, had not seemed then of any importance. But already that thread was making Its Import felt; already a small, growing grow-ing voice was audible among the boulders ; tinkle and tripping of water, that came from somewhere far away. Simoi had heard; already he was up, out of his tent, and running round among the other tent-flies with a stick in one band and a lantern in the other. "Get up, you 's," they heard him shout ; he wielded his stick with a powerful arm. and many a carrier car-rier woke, shrieking, under his blows. He' tumbled them - out ; he did not waste, time on Pia and Jinny, seeing them already up and dressed. Lanterns Lan-terns were hurriedly lit all over camp. The rain was not yet heavy, but It was increasing In the slow steady fashion that presages a downpour. "Leavem altogether you load, get down along creek blanky quick," shouted shout-ed the sergeant "We go back." : "What is it?" asked Pia, as he came running up to her tent "Rain," answered the sergeant "He fullem np this place quick time. You get down along creek, you two-fellow Sinabada, you run like hell." "Where to?" demanded Pla, coolly. "I show you. You go firs', lightem torch.": He was away again, driving the boys like cattle. Some of them wanted to collect their little belongings, belong-ings, their betel-bags, their pipes, their blankets.- ." " . .Slmol cracked them over the head, over the legs, hustled them without mercy. "You want to die here, you blanky black swine V he shouted. "Get on The Tatatata boy had already vanished van-ished into the darkness behind the camp. He needed no one to tell him what was coming. Through a raffle of rocks, Pia and Jinny hurried, backward back-ward along the way by which they Lad traveled earlier In the day. - "He knows some place we can get op. It must be pretty near," gasped Jinny, as they pressed forward. Running Run-ning was impossible, walking not easy. One had to balance and scramble. Pia nodded, saving her breath. In the minds of both was -the thought "It may not be near enough." Simoi, according ac-cording to his lights had acted wisely; wise-ly; he had pitched camp In the one place where there was driftwood for fires and standing ground for tents; he had left behind him a way out. In case of necessity. . . . Doubtless the proper place for ascending to the heights above was on ahead, too far to reach In the dark. Doubtless one could have got back to the other way out la the face of any ordinary raln-bnrst raln-bnrst But was this ordinary? In the mfods of both women there was n fear that It was nothing of the kind. Where they were, the rala was now heavy, hissing on the stones, thrashing the bent shoulders of the two girts; the thread of water In the rtror td TT'f r'r'r o tiat tftgy i4 to walk knee-deep In many places. But that was not all ; that was by no means all Behind them, chasing, threatening, thundering, like some colossal "dragon of the prime," In search of prey came something Infinitely In-finitely worse. They could hear It more distinctly with every minute. It was not like a dragon now;' It was like a railway train running away; like three trains; ten trulns, roaring through one tunnel all together. And they were like people trapped In a tunnel, who couldn't find the refuges In the walls. In truth, the walls of the Romilly canyon were as much a trap as any tunnel; and Jinny, at least well knew that between those walls, you might be beuten and battered bat-tered to fragments by the thing that was coming. Just as you might be battered bat-tered under the furious wheels of a train. . The darkness and the rain were terrible. The torch was a mockery. "To be drowned In the dark I" thought Pia, sliding over boulders, splashing In and out of pools that deepened with every minute. Then "Oh, swetheart, will you ever know?" Then, as she struggled through water nearing her waist, staggered against the clawing current, felt that the end of the fight was very near, Came thoughts that she has never told to any ; broken and breathless prayers that remain between be-tween Pla and her-God. .1 And still, in the roaring darkness, in the rising water, the tmy ray of the torch showed no sign of Sergeant Simoi. . A gust of wind came suddenly, sweeping the canyon; she did not need Jinny's clutching hand, Jinny's balf-heard balf-heard shout, to know that it was the outrider of the flood . . . the end. They flung themselves again the merciless rock wall. For the last time, Pia's torch swept up the dark. She saw they both saw a rope dangling down the wall. Through the shout of the coming flood pierced Sergeant Ser-geant Kimol's bull-voice from up above "Takem rope!" He had found some all but Impossible Impos-sible place of ascent torn a liana from one of - the . trees that clung to the slope above the rocky wall, and was flinging it down to the "two-fellow Sinabada." The wall sloped outwards. The rope, seen In the stream of torchlight was very long. In a single tense Instant, both girls realized that only one could be saved, and each, in the same moment, mo-ment, determined that It should be the other. ; : . But Jinny, Jinny the gypsy, the dancer, unstable in all things, swift in all things, was In that last moment swift to seize and hold the glorious chance of death. - While . Pia, more deliberate, cooler, was endeavoring to force the rope into the other's bands; while the wall of water and tumbling rock, before which no human thing could live, was sweeping down upon the two. Jinny, crying, "Take him that J" kissed Pia, and flung herself into the flood. There was but a second left The rope swung Pla clear of the roaring roar-ing Romilly, just in time Above Sergeant Simoi and the greater part of the carriers (some had been swept away, but some had followed fol-lowed the Tatatata boy, and climbed safely out), pulled heartily, landing, in a few minutes, one white Sinabada, who, strange to say, wept and cried at being rescued. ... CHAPTER XIV The sun was climbing high above the proclaimed goldfleld of Tatatata, now changed Indeed from the lonely basin that held all its treasures untouched for so long. Light blazed from the Intolerable silver of tinned roofs clustered low down in the valley val-ley magistrate's house; licensed "hotel," store; small field hospital. Light danced on . running water that was led from springs higher np. and fiumed Into the various claims, dotting dot-ting the whole extent of the basin the basin that was gold bearing almost everywhere, but nowhere, carried anything any-thing to touch the wealth accumulated in one prospecting claim at the very bottom. On new clean tents, on old soiled tents, on "bush" huts made of sago and black palm, the sun struck fiercely, making every place It touched whltehot; for It was growing now towards noon, and In the low latitude of Tatatata, midday found no coolness, cool-ness, almost no shadow, anywhere. Near the bottom of the pit above the small flat that held the prospecting prospect-ing claim, were gathered the strangest group that perhaps had ever been seen In that country of strange happenings. Papua. It was far inland, days and days from the sea; but here, on a big flat rock, as on the deck of a ship, stood together a number bf men, watching with the utmost attention two who held chronometers and sex rants, and were apparently waiting for twelve o'clock to take an observa tlon of the sun. These were old sailors, of whom every goldfleld holds a few. They had held on to their "instruments," as a mate or a master will, so long as he can keep himself and his goods away from the pawnbroker. The field had found them out, and yrged by one Spicer and his mate Gaxon, who held the ground nearest to the coveted prospecting claim at the bottom, bad got them down here toward noon on the thirtieth day of Smithson'a absence ab-sence from Tatatata. Nothing was to be done Illegally. As soon as the thirty days were up, and not one sec- ond before, the goldfleld at large would compete for the possession o' that treasure-hole at the bottom ; would place Its pegs all over the cov eted ground. Spicer and Caxon, It was well known, would run the best chance. They had been careful to take up much less than their legal share, but to place their ground being be-ing almost first in the field all round the prospecting claim. On this ac count, they were sure to be the first who would strike In the pegs, since goldflelds custom forbids trespassing. "Give us our bite at It" Caxon had asked the others, "and we'll stand aside to let the rest of you tn right after." The miners had agreed ; there was nothing to be gained by rushing for Caxon and Spicer, having no pros pector's claim, could take up only two full claims between them, though they might, and would, pick the best bits, What was left twenty-nine claims would be well worth getting; worth fighting for, if fighting had to be done. The warden and magistrate had left his house and come down to the flat ; he wasn't very sure about that mat; ter; Papuan goldflelds had always been, conspicuously peaceful, but then, no field bad ever shown so much gold In so small a place at Tatatata, and, on a field, the more gold, . the more trouble. . . . ... For the last two hours, a party of 'natives had been visible, making their way down ' the" sides of the basin. They seemed for natives to be in a tremendous hurry ; but no one troubled much about that, since nobody had come to Tatatata to study , the habits of Papuans. If anyone thought about it at all, he put down the haste to the pig r that the men were carrying, wrapped Jn leaves and slung from a pole a good pig, by Its size, probably one of the tuskers that - the Papuan holds "something better than his wife, a little dearer than his child." When there Is a feast In prospect and especially espe-cially a feast with tusker pig in it, the Papuan, usually slow, can call on reserves of speed that astonish and exhaust the very best of active white men. . . "What's the time?" somewhat impatiently impa-tiently asked Caxon of the nearest old salt. Looking at a huge silver watch, the sailor replied "Ten past eleven." "Aren't you slow?" "Me slow? My watch slow? That watch hasn't lost not two seconds, la ten years." t- "Then why cant wt use It and hang this sextant business?" "Because," said a tall, fair man with a prettylsh face Spicer "we want to be absolutely legal, and If two master mariners make It twelve o'clock, on the day that's the thirtieth after Smlthson went away at twelve o'clock nobody can say a word about any of our claims afterward." "It's a blanky long time to wait" "There's Bob Whltson; he'll shorten, It for yon If yon lend him a boy.? (TO BB CONTINUED) Abundant Proofs That Sound Waves Can Kill Living creatures can be struck dead by sound waves too highly pitched for the human ear to near them, writes T. a Bridges. These high frequency waves called super-sonlcs have been tried on animals and produced Instant death. The sound appears to shatter the blood corpuscles, and death ts as sure and sudden as If the creatures had been struck by lightning. Sound can do many things which seem mysterious mys-terious and almost miraculous. For Instance, fire can be extinguished by sound. Some little time ago Mr. Charles Kellogg of California gave a demonstration of the power of sound over flame, and ty drawing a riolin bow across a piece of aluminum extinguished ex-tinguished a burning gas Jet at 60 feet gonna vibration can not calf break a wine blass but can damage a building. It Is suspected that the deep, vibrating notes of organs can cause vibrations which may actually weaken the structure of a church or cathedral. Long, Loaf Cbanca Our Idea of a smart man Is one, If any, who has a wife who has a higher opinion of him after they are married than she bad before. Hillsboro News-Herald. Summing It Up There Is only one time thkt Is 1m portant Now. It b the most lu portant time because It la th onij time when we Lava any powaa, Jap Youth Succumbing to Syncopated Music Japanese jazz Is sweeping through the Land of the Rising Sun and the twanging sa'mlsen Is on the decline. Americans Just returned to Seattle report that "western" musical concerts, con-certs, vocal or Instrumental, are attracting at-tracting large audiences In the various vari-ous cities of Japan, particularly when the music Is of a jazzy nature, Shelkl8h-lookIng Japanese youths' do tap dancing and patter syncopated songs the words of which are all Japanese. Japanese jazz songs such as "The Dotonborl March," "The Asakusa March," "The Illack Pupil" and "The Girl of Benlya" are now being published In great quantities. Students of Japanese schools and colleges everywhere are organizing bands and orchestras, and almost every Japanese citizen goes about humming or whistling some popular air, "Yes Sir. She's My Baby" Is momentarily the favorite. Curiously enough, "Home, Sweet Home" is known to almost all Japanese In the all-English version. To Study Humanity Yale has lately established an insti tute of human relations. The money for it was given by the Rockfeller foundation, the Commonwealth fund and the Laura Spelman Rockefeller foundation. The first project under taken will be the study of the fami ly. The study will deal with every phase of the family life that Is subject sub-ject to scientific study: The relationship rela-tionship between parents and children, chil-dren, community influences, education, educa-tion, Industry, food, habits, climate and many other signal aspects of a complex living whole. ml. r 1 E V a mum mijaa-ai bit t J UST empty a half can of Lewis Lye In your garbage can and fill with water... let It stand 10 minutes ... rinse and It will be clean, odorless odor-less and sanitary. Snd for Freo Book. , Th Truth about Lye." James D. Swan, Manager of Specialties The Pennsylvania Salt Mfg. Co. Dept. 8L-7, SO N. Warker Drive, Chicago cjjETYPRICTiONTop 'A 5-1 m wm. Relic of Bronx Ago Workmen engaged upon an excavating ex-cavating Job in a Berlin suburban park dug up several old bronze urns, but because they did not realize their value they were not careful In han dling the fragile vessels and most of them were ruined. The curator of a Berlin museum examined the pieces and estimated the age of the urns at more than 3,000 years. , Some of the urns were filled with ashes, and in view of this It is believed that the park marks the site of an ancient burial ground.. Further excavation under the supervision of scientists is now being undertaken. Plan Hell' Hole Road T IvwlKm-tfvH Tkantr nnrnnrl In hrtrmi ft Col. Charles A. Lindbergh, rises from the center of Hell's hole, a 'tre-! mendous glacial basin of wild gran- j deur north of the Arapahoe glacier j district, Colorado. Plans are on foot j for the buildings of an automobile road as far as possible from Arapa-' hoe glacier toward the basin and . then construction of an easy trail to the bottom of Hell s hole. ilt m TTTI Ffo I? 1 CV HIGH GRADE AUTOMOBILES Buys for Cash all Grades of Cars. Sells fully guaranteed cars 60 days service McBRIDE Specializes in Latest Models all makes new or reconditioned. 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