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Show TUB 4 J3 BY EMERSON EIGHTEENTH i HERALD-EE'PUBLICA- SALT LAKE CITY, UTAH, SUNDAY, OCTOBER 17, 1915 X, From the Scenario By Grace Cunard 1 By special arrangement for this paper a photodrama corresponding to the installments of "The Broken Coin" may now be seen at the Rex Copyright, 1915 theatre Thursday and Friday. By Wright A. Patterson HOUGH, AUTHOR OF INSTALLMENT SYNOPSIS. curio Grrty. rvwfp,tpr woman. t!mJ.:ln Kitty cot n. the mutilated Inscription h.ilf of a broken shop on which urotiaes her curiosity and leads her. at the order of her managing: editor, to ro to the prinout the. story arpiece cipality oftheGretathofn toShe Is and on by uk-ffcst- ed Inscription. followed, rival In OretihofTen her adventures while chasing' the secret of the brc&en cola bsim CHAPTER LXVIJ. Sachio and Michael. The two tivsxl capitals of these mooted lands still faced one another in a conflict as yet undecided. Which were deeper in duplicity It had been difficult to say, but as to which .surpassed in active measures no doubt at all remained. Count Sachio, restless and energetic, already "was taking farther steps to enforce his own will and that of his sovereign upon the weaker mind which purported to govern at GretzhofTen. It was as Sachio had prophesied the sloth of Michael left him open to any proposition which came couched in fair words and which offered no disturbing changes In his own personal plans. lie acceded readily enough to the proposals of the Grahoffen courtier to lengthen the armistice between the two warring countries with a view to a formal and final peace. Readily enough also he admitted irrto his own household the archplotter of the forces of his hereditary enemy. Unopposed. Indeed invited. Sachio made his way much as he liked throughout the GretzhofTen palace, with whose Interior he already was more or in case of any diallss familiar. Ittowasthehis plan ruler who was his to refer royal ling host. II paid rpeclal attention to that apartment where he had found the partially destroyed original script whose missing half he sought. Here, minutely, patiently, like n hound running a difficult trail, he wont over the place Inch by Inch, seeking to find some trace which would lead him to his quarry. nut success did not attend his efforts, though these he prosecuted even in those portions of the talace where so recently he and his troops had faced dath when the levels were flooded by waters tamed In from the castle moats, lie was willing to despair, and in fact had turned away with the intention of riving up the search, when he met a subofficer of the guard who proved difficult to handle in his usual easy fashion. "Halt! Who gos thre?" challenged this guard ss he saw Sachio emerge from one of the lower chambers. "A friend!' rejoined Sachio promptly. In mili- "It.'was a strange and unreal country which faced Count .Frederick when he found solid land under foot once more. He turned to life and its happiness only with a dull apathy, a lagging in- terest. Frederick did not note that the faithful Roleau had become separated from him in the confusion following the landing from the boat. In truth Iloleau, exhausted as he was, himself had noted but little of what had gone on. Finding "himself finally left practically alone, he .made off down the beach in search of food and water, while meantime Frederick was accompanied by a party of natives up the beach and into the village which terved as headquarters for that portion of tho island. .Here ho was brought before the chief. From the look of him and his subjects. Count Frederick fancied himself to be on an island somewhere off the African coast. Whether these people were friends or foe3 he could not tell at first, for he understood neither their language nor their gesticulations, but it occurred to him that whichever they might be it would not be amiss for him to impress them with a feeling of his own power. Ho could not tell whether or not they were familiar with the effect of firearms, but recalled all he had read of the terror inspired in savage minds by tho use of such Ho drew from his pocket the pistol weapons. which ho had carried, and looked about him for some objert at which to aim. A wild duck was floating in the lagoon not far away, and at this Count Frederick fook careful aim, and fired with the extraordinary pood luck to kill It outright. This feat brought out a most ludicrous activity amongst the natives. In consternation they flung themselves before him, clasped his knees, and laid their foreheads upon -- THE LADY AND THE PIRATE for countless generations trained iu logic ana analysis, infinitely superior to the mentality of these half brutes about him, served to force itself into some comprehension of what might almost as well have been an unspoken thought on the part of these others. The eye of the white man kindled, the figure of the white man straightened. He knew! They were trying to tell that they had found a womanshipwrecked and cast upon this 'island. If so, who was it, "who could it be? Was it she whom he nought? Was fate merely jesting with him once ?more, or mercifully Intending to teach him the oho truth he craved? The chief himself somewhat confirmed Count Frederick's surmises. He came now and pointed to one of the women of his own tribe, then approaching Frederick, he pulled up his sleeve and ran his hand over the white man's skin, pointing again toUhe woman. Plainly, a white woman had been discovered' That itself was an extraordinary occurrence here. Admiration, wonder, in part existed among these simple-mindecon-sternatie- n, d natives.But, obviously, they intended themselves to go to see this strange creature. The chief called about him some of his men. Count Frederick saw his opportunity in this. He placed himself at the head ot the little band, and patting his pistol, held it up, as showing that he himself, owner of this powerful weapon, was the one leader fit for this errand of discovery of this strange white woman. - CHAPTER LXIX. The Caverns. When Kitty Gray awakened to consciousness upon the beach of a strange land whither she had -- -- JOHN R AWN" ETC ruada signs to Kitty which she could not fail to understand." Yes, she saw it now she was to suffer the most horrible of deaths, that by fire! These people either were cannibals or fiends. Perhaps they purposed for her some rite of a horrible religion. What could it matter to their victim, since the end would be the same, no matter what the reason for it? But now they added the last touch of cruelty in their torture of her, that of delay. They did not carry her, resigned to the worst, at once to meet her fate; but on the contrary led her away and left her alone for a time, a prey to her own reflections, the victim of her own imaginations. Only at times her strong will, her strong body, rebelled at the thought of death. Then she would cry out. "Roleau! Roleau!" she would exclaim, raising her hands; "Help, help! Come to me!" But more often than his name, she invoked that of another. She heard her own voice, almost without her own will, calling aloud for Count Frederick, the man so late her enemy, yet so ready and so powerful in any time of stress or danger! '.'Frederick!" she moaned, again and again. "Where are you? Why do you not come?" But to all this, only the howling derision of her captors made answer. She must, then, die! In the last moment of their caprice, or in the full time of their decision, they haled her once more forth from the hut, up to the brink of the sacrificial pit itself, Where now she saw the awakening flames. Not yet wife or widow, she saw herself condemned to a suttee which could have found no favor In the eyes even of a heathen god, since she had neither done a wrong nor owed a debt of duty. Facing this culmination of their heathen rites, formula. tary -- Advance, friend, and give the countersign!" came the gruff command. "The countersign?" said Sachio. "Ah. well, my friend, now that I think of it. I have not had It given me. Twas my own neglect. But I am a friend of tb king 'twas he who gavo me permission to explore these portions of the palace. I was curious to see the operations of this system of defense by water It was something new to me." "That is all very well." rejoined the soldier, "but explanations of that sort are f car eel y good enough." "Take me, then, to the ting himself." Bald Sachio. The sheer audacity of this Intruder had itB effect,, even upon the blunt soldier who had accosted him. Sachio was indeed taken to the presence of King Michael, and there his bold prediction proved true Michael reprimanded publicly the Seer who had done his duty, and showed his public favor to the man who was indeed a spy. although .not suspected of being one. "My dear Sachio." resumed Michael, "you see how prompt we are with our protection of our friends? Do not take it ill of U3 that one of our cnderlings has done what his superior officers or his sovereign would never think of countenancing. We trust you will accept this disclaimer." It was nothing, your majesty," replied the wily f tatesman. "and I assure your majesty the incident shall not linger in my memory. May we perhaps venture to drown in a bnmper to your majesty's good health all thought of this misunderstanding? I will drink to the health of Michael and the prosperity of his kingdom." "Quite agreeable!" exclaimM Michael; "and let v. follow that with another to the Enal and peaceful conclusion of that unhappy misunderstanding which has heretofore divided these two kingdoms." They drank. The befuddled friends of Michael Joined thm in hilarity if not intelligent, at least vrxiferous. "Rut. my good Sachio." resumed Michael after a time, "let me ask you a question. Yours was ever a keen eye for beauty, and a good scent on the trail of beauty itself- - Tell me, then, what became of that beautiful young American who so lately was with us and who. if yoa will allow me to say it. had bo much to do with the late repulse of your forces? I hate not seen her since that time it. have I seen her friend. nor, now that I ret-abeen gone some days have Count Frederick. They measures their abI which cannot tell or hours. sence, whether clock or calendar, but I know she Is not here, for every room of the palace has been searched for her, and she is not found." ' Your majesty," rejoined Sachio, "it is astonishing how a keen brain like your own can guess another's becrcts! I also make claim to humble intelligence enough to have guessed your wishes In this matter, but. alas! I can be of no service to your majesty. I grieve to add, neither can anyone else be of service." "What? She is dead!" "Oh, not so bad as that. But she is gone." "Gone? where?" "To her own country back to that America of which your majesty has heard her boast so freely. ll CHAPTER LXVUI. The Unknown Countries. What now of those to whom Count Sachio had ho lightly given carte blanche to oblivion? Certainly there was left behind them no trace or clue which could give a hint of the extraordinary circumstances now enmeshing them. They might all of them, Kitty, Count Frederick, Roleau. as well have been dead indeed and sunk at sea, so far as any hint of their fate was concerned. They had vanished from the earth- - The ship that bore them had vanished from the water as well- . vkliM whatever were their purposes, their innocent victim again made such battle as she could against her captors. Shrieking, she called again and again upon those names with which once she could conjure called also upon the last name spoken by human heart3 in despair. Who shall tell whether or not there be higher powers controlling circumstances such as these? At least, at this crucial moment there came a rescue, if rescue it might be called. There burst from the corner of the nearby forhalf-claest a strange, figure, whether or not human Kitty scarce could tell. It was a man, a white man, clad in tattered fragments of what once had been a white man's garment. Brawny, hairy, repulsive indeed, of guttural and incoherent speech, he seemed like no wiiite man A swift conviction Kitty Gray ever had seen came to her that he was demented, that he was a lunatic perhaps preserved from death by the very reason of his lunacy. Whoever or whatever he was, his design now seemed not unfriendly to the victim of these already in progress. Sweeping aside with blows of his great arms the savages who clustered about her, he caught Kitty up in a gorillalike embrace, and with hoarse cries of defiance made hi3 way with her to the cover of the woods. The natives did not pursue them Kitty could net tell why. Indeed, she scarce had time to reason, in this new "terror at the formidable apparition which now had her in charge. Then slowly, finding him not unfriendly, she found time to ponder and to plan. Certainly this being was, or had been, a white man. Certainly lie could or once could have employed intelligible speech might again be able to do so. But speech of intelligible sort she did not hear. Only he bore her away to some distance, until at length safe in the cover of the forest, he set her n, Kitty Was Held Suspended Above the Unknown Abyss. the earth even as Man Friday had in the presence been carried by.no purpose of her own. she looked of Crusoe of old. Obviously they were disposed to once more into the face of peril. The savages who surrounded her showed no sign of pity or curry favor with him now, and not to attack him. As for himself, possessed only of such ammunition kindness. Upon the contrary, whooping and yellas remained in his single cartridgo clip, he asing, they fell upon her and dragged her in spite sumed such attitude as he fancied would best disof herself toward their own village. This village had a' ruler of its own, no doubt play him as a conqueror although in truth he felt himself far from such. chief for that part of the country. They led him through the village to a place lie was a savage of peculiarly fierce and forwhere he was offered food and water both now bidding visage, and Kitty felt her Jdood run cold imperatively craved by his starved body. as Khe faced his evil gaze. The natives, yelling Unable to understand what was desired of him, in glee, practically cast her at his feet. Evidently and indifferent ar. to the meaning of the colloquy they were giving to Caesar the things which they going on about him. for some time his interest in thought were Caesar's in this case, woman, the lite and its affairs was so lax that he paid no atspolia opima of all wars and all conquests. The tention to anything that was happening. At evil face of the savage monarch relaxed into a length, however, he noticed something which grin which made Kitty shudder. caused him to take a sudden and eager interest What woman was this now brought by chance in his surroundings. to the presence of this ogre? Surely he had never Two men came running, evidently from a disshe was alone, pecn her like before. tant part of the island and evidently bearers of a prisoner, helpless. TheMoreover, of reason hereprogress news of some importance, as could be proved by abouts was swift and simple, and the chief him-rel- f the reception given their hurried story. But what did not lack directness in his methods. He was that Ftory? gave a sign to his men, 'and the girl was dragged The men had come far one could tell that, their away, struggling as best she might, and flung into looks proved it. They had seen something strange, a hut which she knew was to serve as a prison. some thing extraordinary had happened, some event Hero in a corner of the dark interior she cowof interest or importance had occurred, else they ered in terror before the apparitions conjured up would not have come so fast and so far. This was She had not long to by her own imagination. easy enough to reason out. wait. The chief himself came, little suspecting What was that event? What could happen out the resistance he was to meet that of an enraged of the ordinary on this desert island, unless it r.nd despairing woman. So valiant did Kitty were something coming from beyond the narrow prove herself in repulsing - his odious advances, horizon of that island say, a shipwreck, or the that ho was glad enough to give her up and make landing on these chores of some survivor such as his way back to his hammock, leaving her to her own devices. he himself had been? Outside the hut Kitty could now hear loud cries, That would explain these hurried messengers. But if that were true, who or what was the surorders, shouts, exclamations, all the sounds of a vivor or the adventurer discovered in a distant crowd gathering for rhat purpose she could not part of this same land? Was it a man or men, guess. The meaning of this also was not long left was it a woman or women? What was the meanin doubt for her. Again the door of her hut waa ing of these excited ejaculations, thoee gestures, darkened, and again the natives intruded upon her these contortions? privacy. Forceful hands dragged her once more before the chief. Frederick Count Guessing, rather than knowing. fancied that these men w;ere telling about a woman The latter, smiling his hideous purpose of waves. who like himself had been cast up by the vengeance, pointed to a pile of firewood burning . The keen intentness of tho white man's brain. at the brink of a deep pit in the ground. He d down. Kitty looked about her. She found herself in a situation which she could liken to nothing else In all her experience. A steep trail led down the declivity of a craterlike opening, evidently the mouth of a great cavern reaching back under the hill. The opening would not easily have been guessed by a stranger in those parts, even though passing close by in the forest. It was, in short, the mouth of one of the vaultlike series of caverns formed in the lava roclc of what had once been a volcanic hill. Below, within, all seemed dark, cold, silent. It was a refuge though what a refuge! She was rescued but by what a rescuer! He beckoned to her now, and she followed him down the steep slope. Came then long stretches of underground passages, how many, how long, Kitty could not tell. At least she lived. In spite of all her terrors, in spite of all these additional doubts, she still lived. She might have been more disposed to make some effort in her own behalf, had she not felt full upon her that strange oppression always experienced by any human being finding himself deep beneath the surface of that earth upon which, and not under which, he was born to walk. So far as she could see, her captor had no plan save that of safety from pursuit. And she still lived she could say so much as that, if no more! CHAPTER LXX. In the Bowels of the Earth. Count Frederick and his little band of warriors did not at once arrive upon the solution of the mystery of the strange white woman. The childlike caprice of the natives led him hither and thither, to this village and to that; so that a considerable time had elapsed before at length he found himself upon the scene of the late fateful happenings, although himself at that time still ignorant alike of the occurrences and their cause. To him this was but one more savage village, one more set of difficulties, one more series of disapv pointments. They brought him, guarded by his own warriors, and hence for the time safe, into the presence of the same chief who had devoted Kitty Gray so ruthlessly to the sacrifice. To Count Fred-cric- k he was only one more savage with whom he could hold no converse. But even as he stood before the hut of this old ruffian Count Frederick's eye caught sight of something which caused hi3 heart to leap. It was a little object, an unimportant item which might have escaped any other eye than his. Yet his gaze was drawn to it irresistibly. It was a bit of cloth, a torn trifle of soiled and checkered cloth, a portion of a woman's garb. Count Frederick recognized it at once as a part of the dress skirt in which he had last seen Kitty Gray garbed. There was no mistaking it. He knew it as well as the pattern of his own apparel. The mysterious white She had been here! woman was Kitty Gray! Now Indeed Count Frederick of Gretzhoffen became the man of action. Away now with doubt and despair and welcome again the fierce resolve of a brave man determined to live and to conquer, determined once more to achieve the dearest purpose of his life! He caught from the post of the door which had torn it off this fragment of cloth, and held it before the gaze of the chief before the eyes of all his men. They knew what he meant when he demanded to see the wearer of this bit of cloth. They dreaded the sight of his anger, fell back before the menace of the little steel tube, unfamiliar as it was to them. They knew that this man would kill unless he found that which he sought the captive but now rescued from the doom of fire. Frederick's own men fell in behind him, and a right lusty contest directly arose between these twro factions or tribes, whichever they may have been. As for Frederick himself, he had not time for matters of this sort. He hurried to hut after hut, tore aside roof after roof, wll after wall, hunting for the woman whom above all things he most desired to see. He did not find her. His questions brought no response. Drawn by a horrible suspicion of the meaning of this fire built at the brink of the pit, he hurried thither to join the group of lingerers there, and now by mere chance found confirmation and found hope as well. He saw the print of a small boot heel in the sand, other footmarks just beyond it was a trail. Yes, yes, she had been here. But the footprints ceased. The trail ended as though the maker of it had flown up into the air. Beyond, the imprint of large and misshapen feet still led. Count Frederick now turned savagely upon these gibbering creatures about him, and the meaning of his demand was perfectly apparent to them. Threatening to throw them into the fire which they had prepared for another, he got from them shrieks of protest, much shaking of the head in denial, and much pointing on toward the forest which lay ahead. Some came to him and showed him the two lines of footprints, the one line continuing on, and pointed to the forest, although themselves not venturing to follow. With a new terror in his heart, yet feeling a conviction that Kitty Gray still lived, he did not pause to wreak a present vengeance upon these creatures, but hurried on along the broken trail. The doglike craft of one or two of his own band of' savages aided him now. Not slacking speed, they pointed out where the trail ran. Now and again Count Frederick could see on the earth the imprint of the woman's feet where for a time she had rested or been put down. At length, at the brink of the abyss before which Kitty Gray so recently had stood, he saw the double imprint again where both captive and captor had stood and looked down. The trail led on, and down, whither none could guess. Frederick of Gretzhoffen did not stop to guess, but plunged forward impulsively. Whoever or whatever might be this creature which had carried her off, here at least was his lair. The dusty floors of the cavern, lit by the fiare of such torches as they found ready for such work, still retained the record. Captor and captive had walked here. Deeper and deeper into the caverns under the hill they followed the trail, until at length the distracted eyes of Count Frederick saw on ahead something to give him pause. He saw Kitt3r Gray standing, alive, apparently unhurt, in a vast apartment of these subterranean vaults! Beyond, the floor seemed to break off to what depth he could not guess. No egress at - either extremity of the subterranean chamber seen from where he stood. The trail led be could thither, to where she stood to where at her side stood also a strange misshapen figure of a man, or what had been a man. "Mademoiselle!" cried Count Frederick, high and clear. "Courage!" and sprang forward. Now this strange creature that had brought Kitty Gray hither seemed to fancy himself about to. be robbed of his captive. For one moment he stood awaiting the onslaught of Count Frederick and his allies, then with a hoarse cry he caught Kitty Gray up in his arms again. A pace or so, and she was held suspended above the unknown abyss which lay below. Menacingly, her captor turned upon his assailant a face which at least offered one conclusion. He made no coherent speech, but his attitude spoke loud. Count Frederick halted. One step more, and the girl would be plunged into eternity. ' BE CONTINUED.) . 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