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Show Black ..Sheep's. Gold. BY BEATRICE CRJMSHAW Illustrations by Irwin Myers Copyright by Hughes Vuili A Co. WHO Berries THK STORY Oa a plcuura trip ta itr wittra, Philip Aoiory. Kngllib World war v(ro, now tradtr on th taland of Papua, Naw Oulnaa, plunsca evarboard to aavo tht Ufa of a ntualcal romedr actrtaa, knows as -Oln-gllnn" Amory bacomaa Intaraalad la Pla Laurlcr, mam bar of a waalthy New Sontb Walaa family. Ht talla her of hla knowld of a wondarful sold Beld on tha la-land. la-land. "Oln-Ulins" tclla him Pla la enjras-td to 8lr Richard Fan-, ahaw. Hla holiday ended. Am. r arrlvea hark at Daru. Ha mts an Engllahman. Bplcrr. there on development bualneaa for a ayndlcale of which Fan-ahaw Fan-ahaw la bead. Fanthaw'a name recalls to Amory a long-foraot-ten Incident In which he wit-neaaed wit-neaaed the aacape of Panahaw from a leper colony. He tella hla friend Baaaelt about It and decldea to Inform Laurler. He (oaa to Thnraday laland to aend tha meaaace. Amory heara fan-ahaw fan-ahaw dictate maaaaaa which Indlcatea that the aecret of the sold Bald la known. Amory meeta with an accident that laya him op for threo weeks. Recovered, Recov-ered, he aalla alone for Port aforeaby. A atom eompela him to put In at Thursday lelaid where ha flnda Fanahaw. Amory raaamea hla voyage to Port Moreeby. Fanahaw followa In a motor boat and attempte to run him down. Amory shoots aod kllla Fanahaw. CHAPTER VII 13 From where 1 was ramped, the whole world seemed to fall away In on j huge wave, upon whose crest the boys and I precariously bung. Four daya r. bad tolled to reach tbla place, four daya cf hardest work, cutting our road foot by foot through forest that waa knitted and tangled together. We were pitted with leech bites, scarred by mosquitoes. I hadn't bad enough dinner, and wasn't likely to, for months; comfort was a dream, and danger daily food. And I was bappy. In the way of one who has long thirsted, for a draught of the borne airs about hla native town, and, after long travel, bandaged onto her feet tier bat waa a tangle of torn straw. Anger bad possession of me, and yet though I knew that she had practically prac-tically wrecked my expedition I could not choose but pity the bright thing, brittle as a butterfly, who had wagered wag-ered her light aelf against the terrific ter-rific powers of the unknown ; who, before be-fore the threshold was well crossed, lay beaten. Nothing but the slow pace enforced on me y the cutting of a track bad kept her with me ao far. She must have known this; guessed that her only chance of life was to come forward and show herself, her-self, fling herself on my mercy, before it waa too Jute. She bad obtained a canoe (aa I afterward learned) from the village at Romilly month, and persuaded per-suaded a email crew to accompany her. Living and aleeping on board, she waa able to keep oer boys with her until she landed at the place where I had debarked a few hours earlier. There they deserted, aa car rlers will, and she bad bad no food aave what she could carry herself, no shelter save the frost, during the four days of my Journey towarda Dreadnought Dread-nought range. Luckily for her, It waa impossible to lose the way, even when she fell behind, since the track we were cutting made our course plain aa a macadamized road. I think she went In constant terror; terror of natives, na-tives, terror of wild heasta, even terror ter-ror of me; for she must have guessed, all too soon, that ber plan of following follow-ing me light through was madness, and that she would be forced into showing herself. But I do not think she knew, even suspected, that her coming stamped the expedition into dtiKt She thought she bad merely to placate me, use ber woman's tricks. In order to flnd refnge in my party. She didn't doubt ber ability Jinny had not bad much reason to doubt ber chance of success, in this or any other test where the weapons of ber sex were pitted against man's determination. But It waa not man's determination that barred ber now. It waa the Immense, Im-mense, Impersonal might of the untamed un-tamed wilderness, of Papua. Against cause of course t waa afraid that you'd be angry PhIL you're Dot angry an-gry with little Jin, are you? Phil, 1 Just bad to com . i don't mind anything, any-thing, now I've found yon, and I know I'm goln' wltb you." "Jinny, my dear," ( said and I did not think my black-haired Dion herself her-self would grudge the kiss that went with the words "Jinny, tell me" for I wanted to put off the bad moment aa long aa possible "tell me, bave you had any breakfast V "No, nor dinner last night," she said. "I hadn't anything left" "Then you must breakfast at once." I called a carrier, spoke to bim and aet bim to make tea and bring meat and biscuits. She had eaten ber meat and biscuits; bis-cuits; she bad thirstily finished her pannikin of tea. Life was creeping back Into her tired face, and with it something that I knew my next few worda must kill hope. "I thought you'd be angry," ahe said, setting the pannikin down upon the ground. I said nothing. I took ber scarred, burned band, and began smoothing It gently In mine. Angry? She little knew. The very rage of b I had been In my heart, when first I looked down the clearing, saw ber sitting there, knew what It meant to me, and knew In the same moment, that ahe could never. If ahe lived to be a hundred, understand what ahe bad done. How could one be angry? "Leave go of my hand," ahe said suddenly. "There's something you aren't telling me, Phil What Is it?" "Jinny." I said, "there are a great many things you haven't told me, and 1 propose to know them before very long; but there's plenty of time for all that Plenty of time," I repeated, "for anything either of us wants to tell the other. On the way." "Tea," she aald. "The way to the place they call Tatatata." "The way to the month of the river, 1 mean," said L "You're goln' back again 7" cried Jinny. "We're fcOlngback," "Because of me?" "Because I flnd it necessary to go." MTU. M t A ... MnM.nn long difficulty, tea won back to It at last I wish I could Cnd words to tell the completeness m that conviction; convic-tion; the certainty baaed on no pro ducible facts that I was in my proper place and doing what 1 ought to do-here, do-here, four duys Inland from the mid-waters mid-waters of the Romilly river, away from all the world, white men and all their works; here, on the spine of the Dreadnought ranges verging at last at last 1 on the unknown. From today, I knew, the worst of the work began. I scanned the world below, and decided that I bad done well. Grace, the dead miner, hadnt left the Romilly till be came right to the bead of the navigable part L acting on what waa more a guess than a conviction, had branched off from the river halfway up. Nobody knew just what lay a day or two beyond my present camp, but from what I could see and Infer, I thought I might succeed suc-ceed In cutting off weeks of work, by going on just as I wag going. I might go a longer way round than Grace bad gone, but 1 waa likely to get there sooner. So I sat, and smoked, and felt myself at peace. And tbe aun went down upon my day. I should bave slept well thst night I did not I ley wakeful, on my grid of sticks, saw, through the open triangle tri-angle of the tent-fly, the Croaa awing round to the movement of tbe earth about tbe sun. "Sleep." I told myself. "You must sleep. Tomo row'a a hard day." But there aiemed to be springs In my eyelids, eye-lids, holding them np; the muscles of my limbs were stilt and unrelaxed. I could not .deep. Toward morn! tig. whet I ahould have been waking, I dropped into con-, fused, tired sloep. Tbe first spears of sunrise woke me like a stab; It la not this, tbe Dnest men of the Nineteenth century, the pick of the Twentieth, had fought struggled, and most often lost paying the lose with their lives. Who waa the little dancer, to break tance tn such an army? 4he did not know. She stood up, and came to me, wltb the red of sunrise sun-rise on her red-gold hair, smoothing her torn shirt and ailing down her tattered breeches, calling to work the smile that had gained drop of new sweetness from every man who fell victim to It until now it was a very honey flower wherein the wandering, kissing bee might drown. She knew her work, this Jinny. She made me, In a minute, , forget her rags, ber stains, ber battered weary look, and see her but aa I had known her months, weeks ago, on tbe liner and in Thursday Island. Tet, at the aame time, I was angry, and sorry for per and for myself. "Jinny, Jinny," I said to her. and again "Jinny, Jinny I" It seemed aa if I could flnd no other words. But Jinny was only too eager to talk. "My oath, "hll. aha declared, catch lng me by the loose folds ol my shirt aa if she feared, that somehow, I might va-Uh "My oath I I thought It was all In with me, I did, straight Last night 1 ctuldn't see a sign of your fire anywhere, same aa I'd aeen it other nights, and I fair gave myself up for dead. And to this morning, I started off just as soon as I could see me feet and I aald to Diesel f, 'Jinny, my girl, tf you don't flnd bim quick, the robins or whatever-It-Is will come and cover you with lenves today.' So I hurried and hurried, and when I come on you just like that It took me queerly, and I had to alt down, be- rather than-lf I'd' known. Phil don't do It old boy. Let's go on and chance It I'm not afraid. of anything. I'll go till I drop dead. Let me. Phil." She waa almost crying; she beld my sleeve tightly, and shook me. In ber eagerness. "Jinny,'' I said, "we're up against bard facts. You'd drop dead, aa you call It before noon today. You " "I done well up to this, anyhow. I kept wltb you. Phil!" "You kept wltb me because the work hadn't begun. If you had been an hour five minutes later in finding find-ing me. Jinny, the meat-ants would have been picking your bonea tomorrow, tomor-row, maybe before you were dead. If yon came on wltb nr now, we might be able to help you along" "Yes?" Her eyes glowed wltb bope. "For a day or ao carrying yon in a litter where we could, and allngtng you up precipices with bush rope like a tied pig . . . That Jinny, would cut our day's work down by a third, maybe a half. We should get a little way and turn back. I prefer to turn back now. Don't cry, Gin-Sling; you never cry, you know. What's that war-cry of yonrs 'Drink hearty, you'll soon be dead?" Let's bear It again." I clapped ber on the hack, assuming a gaiety I waa very far from feeling. One of tbe swift changes typical of ber sad, merry kind, slezed hold on ber without warning. She flashed Into sudden fury. "For twopence," she said. "I'd kill him swine 1" "Who's the swine?" 1 asked. But she looked at me sldewlse, and made no reply. I saw sbe waa shaking wltb rags. (TO BB CONTINUED) at sunrise, but before, that the explorer ex-plorer should leave bis none-too-downy bed. Witb a curse at my own laziness, lazi-ness, I pulled an boots, and waa dressed. Already the carrier bad their Are going; they sat round It blanket-robed, watching tbe pot of rice cook over the flames. I looked at them, almoat throngb them; felt as one feels In such places, that they, the brown men of the country, made scarce a break tn tbe glorious, the intoxicating sense of solitude that a white man knows, on the verge of untrodden lands. Over that nearest ridge, a couple of days' march on, there waa no man knew what ; but when I topped the mountain. 1 should kno-v. And 1 suld, tn my rashness "This Is good ; I ask no more of life." In the same moment t turned, looked carelessly down the long cutting cut-ting In tbe forest that we bad made tbe day before, and saw a figure seated on a log. Tbe current cf my blood seemed to stop, as the flow of tbe Romilly river stops, for an Instant when the Gulf bore wmea sweeping In, and holds It back. Then, aa the bore flies up the river, driving all before It anger, and sick dismay Invaded uy soul. There was something else, too gratified vanity, van-ity, and a kind of anger love, perhaps, but they were drowned beneath the uprushlng tide. I tock ten steps to the place when Jinny Treacher waa sitting, and I said to l.er, "G d. Jinny, what made you do this?" She looked up at me. I could see now, Li the growing dawnllght how ber beauty was wrecked; how ber eyes had sunk back Into ber bead, and ber copper balr lost it- shine; how she bad worn herself to a skeleton, and let her clothes fall Into rags. There were sores on ber arms and neck leech bite sores. Wue marks of mosquito bites, deep scratches made by lawyer thorn. Uer sboea were |