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THE LOST WORLD By SIR ARTHUR CONA* DOYLE _ j (Continu'd from Ye*t«rdar.> Hit good humor retumtd *nd ht laughed. "No offense, young fellah. I’m go!n to get a young devil chick for Chal lenger. That’* one of my Jobs. No. I don’t want your company. I’m eafe In this cage, and you are not. So long, and I’ll be back in camp by hlghtfall." He turned away and I left him wandering on through the wood with his extraordinary cage around him. Then one evening the change came in our fortunes. I have said that the one person from whom we ha* had some sign of sympathy in out attempts to get away was the young chief whom we had rescued. He alone had no desire to hold us against our will In a strange land. Ho had told us as much by his expressive language of signs. That evening, after dusk, he cam* down to our lit tie camp, handed me (for some reason he had always shown his attention te roe, perhaps because I was the on* who was nearest his age) a small roll of the hark of a tree, and then polpt lpg solemnly up at the row of caVp* above him, he had put Ills finger tc his lips as a sign of secrecy and had stolen hark again to hts people. I took the slip of hark to the fire light and we examined It together. It was about a foot square, and on the Inner side there wag a singular arrangement of lines. They were neatly done In charcoal upon the white surface, and looked to me a( first sight like some sort of rough musical score. "Whatever It Is. I can swear that It Is of Importance to us," said I. "1 could read that on his face as he gave It." "Unless we have come upon a primitive practical Joker," Rummer lee suggested, "which I should think would lie one of the most elemen tarv developments of man." "It is clearly some sort of script," said Challenger. "Looks like a guinea puzzle com petition," remarked Lord John, crari lng his neck to have a look at it. Then suddenly lie stretched out his hand and seized the puzzle. * "By George’" he cried, "I believe I’ve got It. The boy guessed right the very first time. Ree here! How many marks are on that paper? Eighteen. Well, If you come to think of It there are eighteen cave open Ings on the hillside above us." "He pointed up to the caves when he gave It to me," said I. "Well, that settles It. This is a chart of the caves. What! Eighteen New York ••Day by Day By 0. O. M’INTYRE. London, March 16.—Th® English channel was what Samuel Pepys would call "on the loose'’ today. I have always heard 1t was the rough est stretoh of water In the world. Heretofore 1 have crossed over It onl£ In passenger air eoachea, A foggy day and memory of a re cent air collision resulted In a decis ion to take the channel boat. Ten feet from the pier I regretted It, All the passengers began Immediately to pale and then turn a sort of pea gTeen. Those who did not fall down, laid down. > Without a single exception all were violently nauseated. Some braver than I tried to lift their heads to smile, but It waa a weak effort. It Is not the roll and plunge of th# ocean liners. The channel Is choppy and you have the sensation of A rat be ing sheken by a terrier. An Indication of th* velocity of the vibration. My watch Jumped ahead 28 minutes on the trip. And I never knew there were so many false teeth outside of a painless dentist’s display window. One Englishman lit his pipe and the first whiff of smoke blew In the face of a little black-ahlrted Italian. They tried to fight, but It re sembled two weak octogenarians play ing bean bag. In the middle of th* channel there was a sensation of the boat spinning like a top and all you could see was a hlur of fares. "I think she's sinking,” wanly to my wife. "Goody, goody,’’ was the weak re tort. Once I tried ot stagger to th* upper derk for fresh sir. It was drizzling and the decks were slippery. Charlie Chaplin never did a bettr comic fall. I landed with my head under one arm like a chlrken with Its head under Its wing. And one shoeless foot stuck high In the air. But nobody was strong enough to laugh. The club car train to London from th* channel is the best bit of train service on the continent. It is a relief to enter the train with Its dainty tables, goftly shaded pink lights and ■teaming pots of tea. But eating waa something else again. London was having on* of Its cus tomary fogs. The air has a, clinging damp chill and the rid# to the Savoy was a tedious Journey for the rah* can move only at, a snail pace. The only thing you could see was a faint blob of light now and then and the booming of Big Ben sounded as though It might be a funeral knell. London at auch times seems to be Ilk* a discouraged biscuit—a heavy gob of dough refusing to rise. I don’t think I shall remain here long. When thees soggy days come, Lon don Is found nipping sway the tedium In pubs and bars. A drink, no mattsr how large, Is always a nip. Collie and Kittle, th* bar malda at the Savoy, known to thousands of thirsty Amer lcan|, were eomplstely tired out. “A fcleedln’ shims,’’ said Kitty. "I ’opes ws hav* prohibition soon.” I can nsver quits accustom myself to bellhops In frock coats. It seems out of plac* to glv* them the tip they axpact. They have a cer tain dlffldsnc* regarding ths newcom er that Is not quit* expected—despite their frock coats. A tip, however, breaks th* Ics. Than they aeoept you. I attempted to step out of tbs hotel and stretch my legs In a walk along the Strand. But I soon reconaldered. I knew an American who walked a block from the Hotel Cecil daring a fog and floundered around for eight flours. So I returned to th* blazing logs crackling in my room. And there was nothing to read but. the "Court News” in th# Bally Mall. The king and queen, If you rare to know, have returned from Sandringham and Prince Georg# Is at the palace with tonsillitis. ( (Copyrighted, 1SMW of them, all In a row. some short, some deep, some branching, same ns we saw them. It's a map, and here't a cross on it. What's that cross for? It is placed to mark one that is much deeper than the others." "One that goes through," I cried. "I believe our young friend has read the riddle," said Challenger. "If the cave does not go through I do not understand why this person, who has every reason to mean us well, should have drawn our attention to It. Iiut if it does go through and comes out at the corresponding point on the other side, we should not have more than a hundred feet to descend." "A hundred feet!" grumbled Sum merlee. "Well, onr hop# Is still more than a hundred feet long," I cried. “Surely we could get down." "How about the Indians In the cave?" Summerlee objected. "There are no Indians In any of the caves above our heads,” said I. "They are all used as barns and store houses. Why should we not go up now at once and spy out the land?" There is a dry bituminous wood upon the plateau—a species of arau caria, according to our botonist— which is always used bv the Indians for torches. Each of us picked up a faggot of this, and we made our, w-ay up weed-covered steps to the particular cave which was marked in the drawing. It was, as I had said, empty, save for a great number of enormous hats, which flapped round our heads as we advanced Into it. As we had no desire to draw the attention of the Indians to our pro ceedings, we stumbled along in the dark until we had gone round several curves and penetrated a considerable [distance Into the cavern. Then, at last, we lit our torches. It was a beautiful dry tunnel with smooth gray wallR covered with native sym bols, a curved roof which arched over our heads, and white glistening sand beneath our feet. We ijurrled eagerly into It until, with a deep groan ol bitter disappointment, we were brought to a halt. A shper wall of rock had appeared before us, with no chink through which a mouse could have slipped. There was no escape for us there. We stood with bitter hearts star ing at this unexpected obstacle. It was not the result of any convulsion, as in the case of the ascending tun nel. The end wall was exactly like the side ones. It was, and had al ways been, a cul-de-sac. "Never mind, my friends,” said the Indomitable Challenger. “You have still my firm promise of a balloon.” Summerlee groaned. “Can we be In the wrong cave?" I suggested. "No use, young fellah," said I.ord John, with his finger on the chart. "Seventeen from the right and sec ond from the left. This is the cave sure enough." ' I looked at the mark to which his finger pointed, and I gave a sudden cry of joy. "I believe I have it! Follow me! Follow me!" I hurried back along the way we had come, my torch in my hand. "Here,” said I, pointing to some matchea on the ground, "is where we lit up." "Exactly.” "Well, it is marked as a forked cave, and In the darkness we passed the fork before the torches were lit. On the right side as we go out we should find the longer arm." It was ss I had said. We had not gone thirty yards before a great black opening loomed in the wall. We turned into it to And that w* were in a much larger passage than be fore. Along it we hurried in breath less Impatience for many hundreds of yards. Then, suddenly, in the black darkness of the arch In front of us we saw a gleam of dark red light. We stared in amazement. A sheet of steady flame seemed to cross the passage and to bar our way. We hastened towards It. No sound, no heat, po movement came from It, but still the great lumlnbus curtain glowed before us, silvering all the cave and turning the sand to pow dered Jewels, until as we drew closer it discovered a circular edge. ‘ The moon, by George!" cried T,ord John. "We are through, boys! We are through!” It was indeed the full moon which shone straight down the aperture which opened upon the cliffs. It was a small rift, no larger than a win dow, but it was enough for all our purposes. As we craned our necks through it we could, see that the de scent was not a very difficult one. and that the level ground was no very great way below us. It was no won der that from below we had not. oh eerved the place, as the cliffs curved overhead and an ascent at the spot would have seemed so Impossible as to discourage close Inspection. We satisfied ourselves that with the help of our rope w# could And our way down, and then returned, rejoicing, to our camp to make our prepara tions for the next evening. What we did we had to quietly and secretly, since even at the last hour the Indians might hold us hack. Our stores we would leave behind us, save only our guns and cartridges. But Challenger had some unwieldly stuff which he ardently desired to take with him. and one particular package of which I may not speak, which gave us more labor than any. Slowly the day passed, hut when darkness fell we were ready for our departure. With much labor we Rot our things up the steps, and then, looking hack, to ik one last long survey of that strange land, soon I fear to he vul garized, the prey of hunter and pros I poctfir. hut to each of us a dream land of glamor and romance, a land where we had dared much, suffered much .and learned rnuci—our land, as we shall ever fondly call It. Along upon our left the neighboring caves each threw out its ruddy cheery fire light into the bloom. From the slope below us rose the voices of the In dians as they laughed and sang. 'Be yond was the long sweep of the woods and In the renter, shimmering vague ly through the gloom, was the great lake, the mother of strange monsters. Even as ws looked a high whickering cry. the call of some weird animal, rang clear out of the darkness. It \vns the very voice of Maple White I.and bidding us goodhy. We turned and plunged into the cave which led to home. Two hour* later, we. our packages and all we owned, were at the foot of the cliff. Save for Challenger'* lug gage we had never a difficulty, heav ing it all where we descended, we started at once for Zambo'a ramp. In the early morning we approached it, hut only to And, to our amaaement, not one Are. but a dozen upon the plain. The resme party had arrived. There were twenty Indian® from the river, with stake*, ropes, and all that could be i.st fill f<*r bridging thi (ha.*- "1. At least we shall have n« difficulty now in carrying our pack* agos. w' u tomorrow we begin tt make our w»v back to the Amazon. (To He (nntlmi«*d Tomorrow.) Bee Want Ads produce results. That Guiltiest Feeling By BRIGGS 'wmvThcllo i You look * 1 (oH -ane's r0 ( jur,*" IFRANKiWow fAeou f - Twe \ VF,Ma WE- ) HAv/G ioivre \ 'ARF-YOU*? iAME AS \ _ S*JCU.PART.es I 'Vi / pvER -Houi CanNOT C ( OUT AT Your ( , V \ j^W-woWo) v - I f 1__LJBBB Mv (i lK1 (najoll xajscL Ten minOTES rH0W'M THOSE pR|NCeTON \TV|AT5 fine AFTER PARTING -- WONMRPOL ^1---" 1 '■Ki»S OF J! y6uTN« WHAT X /HERMAN <3E£U^PJ. VooRi - ^ 1)0 y°^Think/ Thay \. 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