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Show P BottMtitic . Lovq Chiosfrvlte;;: Land afl4jQg;j ! b Written from the Motion Pictures S S VSy Helen Harrington 1 ; ; - Copyrighted, 1914, by Warner's Features ' '".,..:;6. 'f SYNOPSIS OF PREVIOUS CHAPTERS f The ship on vrfaicb Zingo' parents are sailing in """"""""I their trading voyage through Oceania has been """"""""I wrecked. Before sinking, his mother has placed the child in a box which she sets afloat on the open sea. There was small chance of his being saved, but Providence guides his bark, and. lands him on an H island inhabited by friendly monkeys. Amongst """""""H these strange creatures he grows to manhood, but on their discovering that he has no tail, they en-"""""""I en-"""""""I deavor to declass him, which humiliates him so that """""""! he decides to put out to sea oh a cocoanut log. After """"""H floating about in the water all night, he is picked up """""" by the crew of the "Pretty Leocadia," whose captain """""""I and crew treat him kindly, and gradually train him """""" out of the monkey speech and habits which he has """"""" formed on the island. Hi Being quick to learn, he has become second Hl mate of that vessel. He has given the lookout orders to keep a sharp lookout for pirates, which infest the region of the Island of Sunda, but the lookout fails Hj n ! duty the vessel is captured by pirates and the entire crew are taken to the pirates' island. While H, pirates are preparing a great feast Zingo is left H to watch the roasting pig and, knowing where there """""" is a barrel containing dynamite, he stuffs the pig fl with the same, which the pirates, unsuspecting, carry """""" off to the feast. There is a terrific explosion, and H1 the pirates are almost entirely exterminated. The captain of the vessel however, has been killed, Zingo """"""" is proclaimed captain in his stend and, under his leadership, the "Pretty Leocadia" is pursuing its "H I course toward Australia. CHAPTER III The Woman and the Whale- ; Ra3',,a of Timor walked through the pillared J.' porphyry halls of his harem, unmindful of the maidens who bowed before him. Hi Their dark eyes gleamed at him through gauzy veils, H- Mcir round, pink limbs shqwed bcguilingly through Hjj , draperies, the movement of their fans wafted pcr- H w(fyjnc to his nostrils, but Iiis senses were unmoved, his Hi cvc beheld no beauty there, his heart was like stone to Hh their loveliness. f His dark, penetrating cyc darted swift looks, now bcrc, now. there, amidst the wilderness of beauty around "u!f,',ut n0 oncc did he pause or tarry with any one. Hj, He,. was seeking one. whose, slightest look or gesture Hj brought him to her side, and whose lightest touch ran like fire through his veins. "Where is Sari," he demanded of a salaaming eunuch. "She is with her maidens on the balcony overlooking the sea," was the answer. : Thc brow of the Rayha of Timor grew dark. He had noticed her going there too often of late, andthc. quick suspicion which comes with jealousy had" divined the cause. H' Timor is the largest and wealthiest of the islands in the Malay Archipelago, and its ports arc" touched by . vessels which come there to carry on their trade in san- , dalwood and wax. By this means the news of the cx- plosion on the island and the extermination of the Hj pirates who had terrorized that whole region had " reached the inhabitants of Dclli, yhcrc the Rayha of J Timor resided. As the wonderful news, of Zingo's ' heroism was being related, and accounts of-his singular J beauty and charm-of manner were passed from mouth to mouth, the Rayha had observed the bosom of ' Sari, his favorite, rise and fall, and had caught the faint flush that arose to her checks whenever the name of " the young hero was mentioned. This, together with an j added coldness of manner which she assumed toward him, convinced him that there had arisen the most vexing kind of a rival one who was beyond the reach of his rapier. Hl I He found Sari, as the eunuch had directed, on the I balcony overlooking the sea. She was standing apart from her maidens, her little white hand lying on the cold stone of the balustrade, her eyes fixed afar on the horizon, where the white ships went sailing by. She i was lovely in her oriental costume of embroidered bolero jacket and transparent draperies, which, caught by the breezes, fluttered around her and sometimes pressed against her round limbs until she looked like a t piece of sculptured marble. Her dark head was Hl ' crowned with a coronet of pearls, and ropes of glim- "H mcrihg pearls lay over the softness of her white breast. "Why do you gaze, of late, so longingly at the sea?" Hj The Rayha was beside her. His dark face came so close to hers that she was obliged to draw aside to avoid meeting his lips. Hj "I wish I were at the bottom of it," she said wearily. Her languor and coldness maddened him far more J than any of the studied poses of the others. He at- tempted to caress her, but she repulsed him, and turn-ing, turn-ing, he left her, his face dark with anger. As he made his way back to the hall, amid the rows of salaaming eunuchs and maidens, even into his oriental mind came the vague consciousness that though a man possessed a woman's body, her soul might still be free to fly over the blue sea and dwell with some unknown rival. Sari was a descendant of the ancient Spaniards who had settled in Timor before the incoming of the Hj Arabians, and all these centuries of oriental custom had not blotted out of her Spanish blood the inborn hatred of the life of the harem. There was a wild call for , freedom in her nature which could not be silenced even by her high position here nor by the costly raiment , and jewels which were heaped upon her by the Rayha. As the sun was now approaching the hour 'of two, Sari called to her maidens, reminding them that the I hour for the bath was near at hand, and soon the bal- cony was cleared of its lovely occupants, and silence reigned where but a moment before there was laughter r.nd the tinkling of zithers and the clash of cymbals.-. Hj i hi Timor the bath is a sacred ceremony, and is pcr- J formed every day, when the weather is pleasant, at the hour of two in the afternoon. The preparation begins with a solemn procession of the maidens, led always by Hj the favorite of the harem, each walking in a stately manner, with her hands clasped behind her back, each H; li'ttlc'-, "pointed toe taking, daintily, one step at a time, untU'thcy disappear into their apartments below. The Hi - Hi island of Timor is nothing more than part of a great reef of rocks cast up from the sea in some mighty trcmorof the earth in ages past, and its coast abounds in huge rocks and dim caves. After the maidens disappear dis-appear into their apartments their filmy and costly garments gar-ments are exchanged for their iridescent garments of the sea. They then enter a subterranean passage and arc not seen again until they emerge from the mouth of one of those great dim caves, whose roof of rock overarches the sea. With arms folded on their breasts they advance, salute the ocean, and then, in mad merriment merri-ment and glee, Uicy disport themselves amid the waves, watched by the ever-present eunuchs. On tin's day, as on all days since her coming to the harem, Sari was the lbvclicst amongst them. Her white arms struck out and buffeted the waves, and her checks glowed with the exercise. Then wearying, she stretched herself at length upon a rock and yielded her body to the caress of the breezes, the rai's of the sun and the white clouds floating in the blue sky above her. She lay there, dreaming of a herb far away on the sea, a hero whom she had never seen, but on whom she had set her heart from the vcr3' first mention of his name. How little she dreamed that at that very moment his burning eyes were upon her, and that his heart was yearning for her with a wild, passionate love. Afar, on the deck of the "Pretty Leocadia," which was making its way toward Australia, the powerful glasses with which Zingo was surveying the sea had brought her as startlingly near to him as though she had appeared in a vision. He had been watching her every movement from the time she had come oat on the balcony, had TO THE FAVORITE OF THE RAYHA'S HAREM seen her make her entrance from the mouth of the cave, and was now devouring her hungrily with his eyes. His first thought was to steer the vessel directly for Timor, but Ben Hcydcckcr, who had sailed these seas before, told him that this ..would be ill advised, as. the maiden was the favorite of the Rayha of Timor, and if he revealed his love for her, the Rayha would have her carefully guarded, and in all probability he would lose his head. While Ben Hcydcckcr was still talking and explaining to Zingo how impossible it would be for, him ever to bring such a wild love quest to a successful success-ful issue, Zingo had blown his whistle, and on the appearance of one of the sailors, had ordered two diving suits to be brought immediately. At this Ben Heydcckcr's eyes opened wide, the sailor's "eyes opened wide, and other sailors' eyes opened wide, and by the time that Zingo, arrayed in one diving suit, and carrying carry-ing another one in his hand, had let himself down the side of the vessel, everybody's eyes were opened wide. NTcvcr had such a mad thing been done in the history of the sea. . It had once been a dream of Zingo's to some time visit the spot where his father's vessel had gone down and. in a diving suit, explore the wreck, in the hope of finding some, relic of his dear parents or, possibly, some further record of his origin. To this end, in his" leisure hours, he. had invented an improvement to the diving suit apparatus, in the shape of a rotary pump, whose rotations were rapid enough' to admit and compress the air, at the same time excluding the water, thus allowing a diver to explore further than the ordinary, apparatus and air pump station would allow. Sari had allowed her maidens to depart, and remained re-mained for hours lying- on the rock, guarded only by ' three or four eunuchs, who nodded in her little shallop near .the shore. . r' ; Hcr.thoughts were of -Zingo. Tf he 'would 'but-corae-' Si" i . . I -.1 , . v ' - - ;'- w-' : , t and rescue her from this hateful life how gladly she would go with him out into the great wide world. So strong was her imagination that she could almost feel his very presence near her. In a great yearning, she readied forth her arms to this visionary lover, when suddenly, before her, out of the sea, there arose a monster hideous to behold. Its complexion was bluish black, on cither side of its head were two large, perfectly per-fectly round ears, it had a tail growing out of the top of its head, and one great, staring cyc in the center of its face glared at her and almost blinded her with flashes of fire. She started in horror, and was about to scream for the eunuchs, when a soft, deep, rich, musical voice said :, "Do not fear me; I will 'not -harm you." " The voice thrilled her." Ii was the voice that she had waited for all her life, the-voice that had been meant for her cars since the beginning of time, "Who arc you; what arc you?" she whispered quickly. "I am Zingo, the child of destiny," he answered, "and I have come to take you away from here." He lifted the helmet of. his diving suit witli. deep courtesy, revcaling-at the same time his handsome face and great shock of black hair. The low descending sun glancing on the glass of his helmet was what she had thought to be flashes of fire coming from him, and the- thing that appeared like a tail was the tube attached to' the air pump and fastened s at the back. "Come with me." he whispered. "That h my ship which you sec in the distance. I saw ou from afar through my glasses, and came to rescue you. Come with me from this place." "But I cannqt swim so far," she faltered. He' showed her the diving suit which he had' brought with him, and as she consented, he .fastened it securely on her, telling, her that the traveling would be easy after the first courageous plunge down to the bottom of the sea was taken. Timor lies in deep water a little to the left of the hundred fathom line, and the "Pretty Leocadia" was at anchor at some little distance in the shallower waters of -the Arafura Sea. A drop into the bottom of the sea, even in the arms of a lover, is not such a joyous thing for any maiden to contemplate. For a moment Sari trembled, hesitated, hesi-tated, thought of theiawful depth, below, then thought -, of the Rayha of Timor, and feeling the. steady entreaty of Zingo's. eyes, she placed her hand in his and took the plunge Down, down, down, they went, fathom after fathom. , It cscmed to Safi that she had died, and that this was her soul on its flight to it's destined planet. Presently, Pres-ently, soft bits of sea weed attached to jagged rocks began to- caress her, great glittering fishes with expressionless ex-pressionless eyes passed back and forth, and the water grew clearer and dearer, until every object could be discerned with startling vividness. Then, as her feet touched the. bottom of the ocean, Zingo led her on, gently guiding her steps and calming her, as ever and anon soqic monster of the deep crossed her path and .stared at her insolently. Even in these strange surroundings sur-roundings she could not help laughing as she thought of the plight of rthc eunuchs 'when they discovered she had gone fr.om the rock. , At length Sari grew weary, and indicated to Zingo. that she could go no further. As their voices would not carry-through the glass of -the helmets, it was necessary': for" them to make known their thoughts ". W to each other by gesture."" As' he gently seated her on a rock, however, Zingo drew from his sleeve a, wire which was attached to his diving suit and connected it with hers, thus forming a circuit which acted as a telephone, tele-phone, carrying the vibrations of his voice to her cars. Then kneeling before her, he called her his queen, and swore to dedicate his life to her. Hot and passionate were, the words of. love which he poured into her cars, and tender and yielding were her responses. While Sari's cars were drinking in these words like wine, her eyes traveled on to the strange scenes around her. Suddenly,thcy fell upon something glcam-- glcam-- ing white through the water, "Oh, what a magnificent pearl 1" she cried, interrupting interrupt-ing him, and pointing, beyond him. He turned and saw the object which had caught her cyc. It was, indeed, in-deed, a magnificent pearl, about the size of a door knob, and had that soft, glimmering whiteness which her cyc, well trained in the value of jewels, recognized recog-nized instantly as a rare specimen. "It shall be yours," cried her lover gallantly, as he disconnected the wire from her diving suit, and left her side to obtain the coveted thing. As he approached the pearl he did not notice that the owner of it, a large man-eating oyster, had his cyc fixed upon him disapprovingly. disap-provingly. He reached forth his hand for the pearl, and as he did so the bivalve closed over him, engulfing , him completely, with the exception of his feet. Fiercely he struggled for his life, and was almost overcome, when the thought of his loved Sari out there alone and, perhaps, in danger, spurred him to furtflcr action. With a mighty effort he succeeded in wriggling himself free, and turned, only to find that . his loved one had vanished. At the' same moment he felt an unusual disturbance of the water, and peering straight ahead of him, he saw a large whale making his way toward the Australian coast. The whale wore a' satisfied expression on his face, and Zingo knew. There could be no mistaking. Nothing but the possession posses-sion of beautiful Sari could have brought that look into the face of any living thing. Without loss of time he quickly made his way back to the "Pretty Leocadia," which was at anchor at no great distance, as they had walked a long way before Sari was overcome with weariness. Arriving at the vessel, he called his men together, told them what had' befallen, and asked them if they would volunteer to face the sea in open boats, give chase to the whale and rescue his love. He was answered 'by a rousing cheer from all the men, who said that they had sworn to follow him through thick and thin, and meant to do it. By the time all was in readiness night had fallen, and a full mooirwas shining when they set out. Zingo had noted thc direction in which the 'whale was heading and, making careful calculation as to what points to steer for, directed the men, ncver'taking his watchful eye off the horizon. All that night they rowed, and the men began to grow tired. At sunrise they sighted him, a great black hulk against the horizon. They followed him for a while and then he disappeared, leaving them bewildered. At last the strokes of the oars" became slower and slower, and' Zingo's heart sank as he noted that fatigue was at last overcoming his gallant crew. He could urge them to no further effort; they had done their best foj him, but the whale had. outwitted them. So, weary and discouraged, they returned to the ship. Meanwhile the wbalc continued his way through the Timor Sea, down through the Indian Ocean and. across the Great Australian. Bight. As he was ncaring Port Phillip lie fell into conversation with an octopus who was traveling in the same direction, but intending to stop at an earlier station. He was an evil-looking octopus, and his grayish complexion and seared countenance coun-tenance showed plainly that he had: not led a moral life. Also one of his eyes bulged sligljtly and showed the white This was the result of an encounter with a fisherman sonic-years, before.- Evcry.'studeht'--6f classi- cal lore knows that the vulnerable spot in Achilles wai J his heel, so every fisherman knows that the vulnerable f spot in an octopus is his cyc, at which they always ainu'l J While they were conversing about various matters! ? the whale suddenly stopped and complained of a dizzy i S feeling in his head and a queer, unsettled feeling in his 1 stomach. 'i - "Sounds (o me like biliousness,", said the octopus "What have you been eating?" - . . jta "Sweets," answered the whale, ruefully. if "What kind." asked the octopus, scntcntiously j j "Well," said the whale, wttlt a slight touch of sclf-Jfj, consciousness, "1 Eve just, swallowed a young ladv." ji "Very foolish," said the octopus. "1 don't swallow J ; 'cm; I squeeze 'cm." A . ' i "I suppose it would he pleasanlct to take them that way," said the whale, envying the bohemian ways of j the octopus, "but have .to live up to the traditions of ' my family. You see, 1 have a distinguished ancestor; j, : perhaps you have heard of him." ' "Oh, yes," answered the octopus, as he spat in a' rakish way, slightly shocking the aristocratic and fas- i tidious whale, "I've often heard my father and mother j, speak of the Whales." ' j: "Arc you going up to Port Philip ?" asked the whale,' I changing the subject, as he observed that they were i ncaring their journey's end. "No," said the' octopus, ".there's a price on my head; J I I'm wanted at the aquarium." . . " By this' time the pain in the whale's stomach was in ,' creasing so rapidly that he felt that all hc would be i good for fromjiow on was to be an aquarium whale, i He had not quite made up his mind about it, however, I when fate decided the question, for he suddenly felt F himself entangled in a lot of ropes, and on account 6t the dizzy feeling in his head, could not think clearly, J and was unable to escape". . ' j It was at about this time that some fishermen who f were at work mending their nets on the shore along ' Port Arthur observed a curious pulling on the ropes J that floated out from the docks, and hurrying to the. spot, beheld the poor whale enmeshed. It also happened hap-pened that Professor Ivorinut, director of the Grand Melbourne Aquarium, was walking along the beach in: search of the vertebra of a plcthcsaurus. He was: arrayed in a coat with embroidered tails, checkered) pantaloons and a high gray hat, as he was very fond! of good style in dressing. He picked -up every" likely-H looking specimen which he found, referred to his i hook and, failing to make his diagnosis, passed on to J the next. In this manner he was proceeding along tljcj bcach when his attention was attracted by the crowd! j that had gathered around- the spot where the whale was! ' struggling to free itself. His natural history cyc noted' ! the peculiar bulge around the middle of the prisoner; 1 and, wild with delight at haying discovered a rare speci- ! men, he made an offer tp buy it on the spot. His' j eagerness to make the purchase caused the crafty fish-W crmcn to hang out for a higher price. One of the men I was about to refuse the offer when another one, with' ' his hand against his nose, whispered in his car : ' i "Sell it for anything you can get. That's a sick' j whale," and a momentary expression of a horse dealer, j camcjnto his face. . . J This suggestion, added to the sound, of the crackling j of crisp bills in Professor Ivo'ri.nuL's .frauds, decided. ' the question, and just at the moment the whale, witti j loud cheer, was landed on tlic .shone. By legal transfer, p of property he became the. property of. the director of j the Grand Melbourne Aquarium. ' v Professor Ivorinut s aquarium was unique. Instead of putting up a building on dry land, filling it with "; watcr and hauling the inhabitants of the deep into it, 1 he built a house of glass but in the sea, charged with some peculiar chemical preparation of his own inven- ) tion and played soft music. This attracted the finny I tribe from their occa,n caves and, once having come ; under the influence of the chemical, remained swimming round and round outside-the- glass house in, self- imposed captivity. Amongst those who had been lured ' 1 hither by the strains of the professor's music was onci whom you'd never suspect of being sentimental the, octopus. There he had come, partly from his love for'VM music and partly to sec his old friend, the whale, who jft i was now established at the aquarium. ' I It was oi'r the fourth day after San had been swallowed by the whale that Professor Ivorinut. was i, seated in his sea studio, dreaming of love. As usual, his toilet was carefully prepared, and he was the pink of neatness. It seems incredible to think that vanity Vould lead a man to -such extravagances, hut it is a fact that the shine on top of the professor's head was brought about by the most expensive process of hand polishing. Nothing else will produce that exact luster. The professor had just settled himself down to the reading of a romance when he noticed through the glass that the whale began to show symptoms of intense suffering. His agony increased and his constant flopping flop-ping up and down created such a commotion in. the waves that the whole neighborhood was alarmed. The professor, being sympathetic, and believing in the soothing sooth-ing power of music, went to the piano, selected Chopin's Concerto in E and began to play, .taking the wide j arpeggios In the left hand with the skill of a master. I There is a melancholy in Chopin's music that fitted in at that moment with the whale's mood, and momentarily soothed him. But alas, his happiness was short-lived. Those who have ever stood on the tremulous borderland border-land of nauscav?know well the , disastrous effect of j seeing or thinking of Anything which goes whirling round and. round, and as the '.movement of the music proceeded into the final rondo of the Polish dance, the . , poor whale jivc a mighty heave and forth issued Sari. , She wasn faint, and hardly able to stand, but. thanks, to the movement of the rotary pump attached tq her, f diving suit, she had been able to obtain sufficient air, as : the whale breathed, to keep her alive for the four days a confinement, -' ' , m I Great was tlic surprise rf ?'Profcsspr Tvorinut. Witn' ' f excited gestures he directed-her to climb the ladder to' 1 K the lop of the studio,: walk through the compressed air r. passage 'which led to the entrance and come down theT ladder on the inside. ' He was at oncc struck with the beautiful curves pU i her body, which showcil even ' through the manniiU. t diving suit, as 'she descended- the' ladder. Through the; ., glass in her helmet he got one' sight of her pale love Imess as she reached the floor, and the pent-up emotions; l . of well-nigh sixty years burst forth. Instantly he wa? j madly, passionately in love. He led her to a chair,1) , into which she sank, exhausted, removed her helmet,, ran his clammy fingers through the soft silkiness of heft hair, then- fell on his knees before her and dcclarctL hmsclf. A j . Sari was terrified at his ardor. Hateful as hadj i been the advances of the Rayha of Timor, this w- ( ? far, far worse. Somewhere on the seas her lover vx; J searching for her; whether she would ever see 1 5 again she knew not. but one thing was certain, soft would not remain in this hateful place. Anything anything, was better than this and. hastily climbing Hffl 1 a ladder, she -went quickly through the passage and don i . the ladder on the outsidc. to face' again the open sea. i"-C Vorror confronted her I k Behind her, with his two arms outstretched, eager ft t embrace her," was Professor Ivorinut. Before i& , I with his seven arms stretched out, 3nd gazing at tf V. with an amorous look in his leery eye, was the octcfHi A |