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The Adventures of liathlyn By HAROLD MAC GRATH $ Illustrated by Pictures from the Movintf Picture Production of the Scliff Polyscope Co. PSl* <VvixO«: Cfr: (Copyright by Harold MacCrath) CHAPTER XXV—Continued. Did Umballa have the treasure? Bruce wondered, as at length his hand reached up and took hold of the gunwale of the boat he had picked out to bring down. Would Umballa have possessed tenacity enough to hang on to it in face of all the devastation? Bruce sighed as he drew himself up and crawled into the boat. He knew that treasure had often made a hero out of a coward; and treasure at that moment meant life and liberty to Um balla. On his return to the island he greeted the colonel somewhat roughly Put for this accursed basket they would have been well out of Asia by this time. “Umbaila has your basket, colonel. If he hasn't, then say good-by to it, for it can never be dug from under those tons of rock. . . . Here! where are those fishermen going?" he demanded. The men were in the act of pushing off with the boats, which they had only just brought back. Ramabal picked up his discarded rifle. "Stop!" "They are frightened,” explained the chief. “Well, they can contain their fright till we are in safety," Ramabai de clared. "Warn them." “Hurry, everybody! I feel it in my bones that that black devil has the treasure. Get these men into the boats. Here, pick up those oars. Get la. Kit; you, Winnie; come every body!" Kathlyn gazed sadly at her father. Treasure, treasure; that first. She was beginning to hate the very sound of the word. The colonel had been nerv ous, impatient, and irritable ever since the document had been discovered. Till recently Kathlyn had always be lieved her father to be perfect, but now she saw that he was human, he had his flawed spot. Treasure! Before her or Winnie! So be it. "Colonel,” said Bruce, taking a chance throw, "we are less than a hundred miles from the seaport Sup pose we let Umballa clear out and we ourselves head straight up the coast? It is not fair to the women to put them to any further hardship.” “Bruce, I have sworn to God that Umballa shall not have that treasure. Ramabai, do you understand what it will mean to you if he succeeds in reaching AUaha with that treasure, probably millions? He will be able to buy every priest and soldier in Allaha and still have enough left for any ex travagance that he may wish to plunge in.” “Sahib," suggested Ramabai, “let us send the women to the seaport in care j of Ahmed, while we men seek Umbal- j la.” “Good!” Bruce struck his hands to gether. “The very thing.” “I refuse to be separated from fath er," declared Kathlyn. "If he is deter mined to pursue Umballa back to Al laha, I must accompany him.” "And I!" added Winnie. “Nothing more to be said,” and Bruce signed to the boatmen to start. “If only this breeze had not come up! We could have caught him before he made shore.” Umballa paced the deck of the sloop, thinking and planning. He saw his ■ enemies leaving in the rescued boats. Had he delayed them long enough? As matters stood, he could not carry away the treasure. He must have help, an armed force of men he could trust. On the mainland were Ahmed and the loy al keepers; behind were three men who wanted his life as he wanted theirs. The only hope he had lay in the cupidity of the men on the sloop. If they could be made to stand by him, there was a fair chance. Once he was of a mind to heave the basket over the rail and trust to luck in find ing it again. But the thought tore at his heart. He simply could not do it Perhaps he could start a revolt, or win over the chief of the village. He had known honest men to fall at the sight of gold, to fight for it, to commit I any crime for it—and, if need be, to ' die for it. But the chief was with his i enemies, riuany ne came ro tne con clusion that the only thing to be done was to carry the treaure directly into the chief’s hut and there await him. He would bribe the men with him suf ficiently to close their mouths. If Ah med was on the shore, the game was up. But he swept the mainland with his gaze and discovered no sign of him. . As a matter of fact, Ahmed had ar ranged his elephants so that they could ! start at once up the coast to the sea port. He was waiting on the native highway for the return of his master, quite confident that he would bring the bothersome trinkets with him. He knew nothing of Umbaila's exploit. The appalling thunder of the explo sions worried him. He would wait for just so long; then he would go and seek. Every village chief has his successor In hope. This individual wa3 one of those who had helped Umballa to carry the treasure from the cave; in fact, the man who had guided him to the cave itself. He spoke to Umballa. He said that he understood the holy one's plight; for to these yet simple minded village folk Umballa was still the holy one. Their religion was the same. “Holy one,” he said, “we can best your enemies who follow." “Hbw,” eagerly. “Yonder Is the chief’s bullock cart. I myself will find the bullocks.” “What then?” “We Bhall be on the way south be fore the others land.” “An extra handful of gold for you! Get the oars out! Let us hurry!” “More, holy one; these men will obey me.” "They shall all be well paid.' Umballa had reached the point where he could not plan without treachery. He proposed to carry the basket into the jungle somewhere, bury it, and make way with every man who knew the secret; then, at the proper time, he would return for it with a brave caravan, his own men or those whose loyalty he could repur chase. The landing was made, the basket conveyed to the bullock cart, which was emptied of its bait and leopard trap; the bullocks were brought out and harnessed—all this activity before the fishing boats had covered half the distance. "I see light,” murmured Umballa. He tried to act coolly, but when he spoke his voice cracked and the blood in his throat nigh suffocated him. "Sand, holy one!” “Well, what of sand?" "You can dig and cover up things in sand and no one can possibly tell. The sand tells nothing.” They drove the bullocks forward mercilessly till they came to what Um balla considered a suitable spot. A pit was dug. but not before Umballa had taken from the basket enough gold to set the men wild. They were his. He smiled inwardly to think how easily they could have had all of it! They were still honest. The sand was smoothed down over the basket. It would not have been possible for the human eye to discover the spot without a perfect range. Um balla drove down a broken stick di rectly over where the basket lay. He had beaten them; they would find nothing. Now to rid himself of these simple fools who trusted him. The man who longed to become the chief's successor was then played upon ty Umballa: to set the two factions at each other's throat; a perfect elimina tion. Umballa advised him to rouse his friends, declare that the white peo ple had taken the gold away from the holy man, to whom it belonged as agent. Thus, in this peaceful fishermen’s village began the old game of gold and politics, for the two are inseparable. Umballa, in hiding, watched the con test gleefully. He witnessed the rival approach his chief, saw the angry gestures exchanged, and knew that dis sension had begun. The men of the village clustered about. "Where have you hidden it?” de manded the chief. "It belongs to the sahib." "Hidden what?” “The treasure you and the false holy one took from the forbidden cave!” “False holy one?” "Ay, wretch! He is Durga Ram, the man who murdered the king of Alla ha.” The mutineer laughed and waved his hand toward the smoking ruins of the promontory. "Look for it there,” he said, “under mountains of rock and dirt and sand. Look for it there! Aiad who is this white man who says the holy one is false?” "1 say it, you scoundrel!” cried the colonel, advancing; but Bruce re “Where Have You Hidden It?” De manded the Chief. strained him, seeing that the situation had taken an unpleasant and sinister trend. 'Patience, colonel; just a little diplo macy,” he urged. “But the man lies!” "That may be, but just at present there seem to be more men standing back of him than back of our chief here. We have no way of getting a warning to Ahmed. Wait!” "Jackal,” spoke the chief wrathfully, “thou liest!” "Ah! thou has grown too fat with rule.” "Ay!” cried the men back of the mu tinous one. "Sahib,” said the chief, without los ing any of his natural dignity, "the man has betrayed me. I see the lust of gold in their eyes. Evil presage. But you have saved the life of my child and mine, and I will throw my strength with you.” "Father, can’t you see?” asked Kath lyn. “See what?” “The inevitable. It was In my heart all the way here that we should meet with disaster. There is yet time to leave here peacefully.” But her pleading fell upon the ears of a man who was treasure mad. He would not listen to reason. Ahmed could have told Kathlyn that the old guru stood back of her father, push ing, pushing. “He is mad,” whispered Bruce, “but we cannot leave him." “What would I do without you, John!” From down the beach the chief’s lit tle girl came toddling to the group of excited men. She was clutching some thing in her hand. Her father took her by the arm and pulled her back to him. Kathlyn put her hand upon the child’s head, protectingly. The child gazed up shyly, opened her little hand . . . and disclosed a yellow sovereign. The argument between the chief and his mutinous followers went on. “John,” said Kathlyn, “you speak the dialect. I can understand only a word here and there. But listen. Tell the chief that all we desire is to be per mitted to depart in peace later,” she added, significantly. “What's up?” “The child has a coin—a British sovereign—in her hand. She knows where Umballa has secreted the treas ure. Since father cannot be budged from his purpose, let us try deceit You speak to the chief while I explain to father.” To the chief Bruce said: “The treas ure is evidently lost. So, after a short rest, we shall return to our caravan and depart. We do not wish to be the cause of trouble between you and your people." “But. sahib, they have the gold!” “The false holy one doubtless gave them that before the explosion.” Bruce laid hold of his arm in a friendly fash ion, apparently, but in reality as a warning. “All we want is a slight rest in your house. After that we shall proceed upon our journey." The mutineers could offer no reason able objections to this and signified that it was all one to them so long as the white people departed. They had caused enough damage by their ap pearance and it might be that it was through their agency that the prom ontory was all but destroyed. The fish would be driven away for weeks. And what would the herce gun run ners say when they found out that their stores had gone up in flame and smoke? At, ai! What would they do but beat them and torture them for permitting any one to enter the cave? "When these men come,” answered the chief, with a dry smile, ‘ I will deal with them. None of us has entered the cave. They know me for a man of truth. Perhaps you are right," he add ed to the mutineer. "There could not have been a treasure there and escape the sharp eyes of those Arabs. Go back to your homes. These white peo ple shall be my guests till they have rested and are ready to depart.” Reluctantly the men dispersed, and from his hiding place Umballa saw an other of his schemes fall into pieces. There would be no fight, at least for the present The men, indeed, had hoped to come to actual warfare, but they could not force war on their chief without some good cause. After all, the sooner the white people were out of the way the better for all con cerned. Did the leader of this open mutiny have ulterior designs upon the treas ure. upon the life of Umballa? Per haps. At any rate, events so shaped themselves a3 to nullify whatever plans he had formed in his gold-dazzled brain. The colonel was tractable and fell In with Kathlyn’s idea. It would have been nothing short of foolhardiness to have openly antagonized the rebellious men. “You have a plan. Kit, but what is It?” “I dare not tell you here. You are too excited. But I believe I can lead you to where Umballa has buried the basket. I feel that Umballa is watch ing every move we make. And I dare say he hoped—and even instigated— this mutiny to end in disaster for us. He is alone. So much we can rely upon. But if we try to meet him open ly we shall lose. Patience for a little while. There, they are leaving us. They are grumbling, but I do not be lieve that means anything serious.” "Now, then, white people," said the chief, “come to my house. You are welcome there, now and always. You have this day saved my life and that of my child. I am grateful.” Inside the hut Kathlyn drew the child toward her and gently pressed open the tightly clutched Angers. She plucked the sovereign from the little pink palm and held it up. The child s father seized it, wonderlngly. “Gold! They lied to me! I knew It!” Yes, said Hruce. rtiey did nnd the treasure. They brought it here and buried it quickly. And we believe your little girl knows where. Question her.” It was not an easy matter. The child was naturally shy, and the presence of all these white-skinned people struck her usually babbling tongue with a species of paralysis. But her father was patient, and word by word the se cret was dragged out of her. She told of the stolen bullock cart, of the dig ging In the sand, of the holy one. In some manner they must lure Dm balla from his retreat. It was finally agreed upon that they all return to the camp and steal back at once In a roundabout way. They would come sufficiently armed. Later, the chief could pretend to be walking with his child. So while Umballa stole forth from his hiding place, reasonably certain that his enemies had gone, Umballa got together his mutineers and made arrangements with them to help him carry away the treasure that night, the rightful owners were directed to the broken stick in the damp sand. That night, when Umballa and his men arrived, a hole in the sand greet ed them. It was shaped like a mouth, opened in laughter. CHAPTER XXVI. Ended Trouble*. It was Ahmed’s suggestion that they in turn should bury the filigree basket He reasoned that if they at tempted to proceed with it they would be followed and sooner or later set upon by Umballa and the men he had won away from the village chief. The poor fishermen were gold mad and at present not accountable for what they did or planned to do. He advanced that Umballa would have no difficulty in rousing them to the pitch of murder. Umballa would have at his beck and call no less than twenty men, armed and ruthless. Some seventy miles beyond was British territory, and wherever there was British territory there were British soldiers. With them they would return, leaving the women in safety behind. "The commissioner there will ob ject,” said the colonel, t “No, sahib,” replied Ahmed. "The memsahlb has every right in the world to this treasure. You possess the doc uments to prove it, and nothing more would be necessary to the commission er." “But, Ahmed,” interposed Bruce, “we are none of us British subjects.” “What difference will that make, sa hib?” "Quite enough. England is not In the habit of protecting anybody but her own subjects. We should probably The Treasure Is Found. be held up till everything was verified at Allaha; and the priests there would not hesitate to charge us with forgery and heaven knows what else. Let us bury the basket, by all means; return for it and carry it away by piecemeal. To carry it away as it is, in bulk, would be courting suicide.” Ahmed scratched his chin. Trust a white man for logic. “And, besides,” went on Bruce, “the news would go all over the Orient and the Thugs would come like flies scent ing honey. Xo; this must be kept se cret if we care to get away with it. It cannot be worth less than a million. And I’ve known white men who would cut our throats for a handful of ru pees.” For the first time since the expedi tion started out the colonel became normal, a man of action, cool in the head and foresighted. The hardships of his incarceration, the many dangers through which he had passed and the constant worry over his daughters had had their effect upon his mental and physical being. Heretofore he had been content to let others lead and blindly follow, apparently hoping little for ultimate success and freedem. Now he was the colonel of old. the intrepid and resourceful man whom Ahmed had followed In many a hunting expe dition. ‘‘Ahmed, spread out the men around the camp," he ordered, briskly. “In struct them to shoot over the head of anyone who approaches; this the first time. The second time, to kill, flruce has the right idea; so let us get busy. Over there, where that boulder is. The ground will be damp and soft under it, and when we roll it back there will be no sign of its having been disturbed. 1 used to cache ammunition that way. Give me that spade.” It was good to Kathlvn’s ears to hear her father talk like this. At a depth of three feet the basket was lowered, covered and the boulder rolled Into place. After that the colo nel stooped and combed the turf where the boulder had temporarily rested. He showed his wonderful woodcraft there. It would take a keener eye than Umballa possessed to note any disturb ance. The safety of the treasure ulti mately. however, depended upon the loyalty of the keepers under Ahmed. They had been with the colonel for years; yet . . . The colonel shrugged He had to trust them; that was all there was to the matter. Here was a treasure that might well test the hon esty of any man. No one could fore tell whether the loyalty of his keep ers would stand up against a tempta tion such as this. But there was no alternative, he must trust them. A sentinel came rushing up—one of the keepers. “Something is stampeding the ole phants!” he cried. Ahmed and the men with him rushed off. In Ahmed's opinion, considering what lay before them, elephants wrere more important than colored stones and yellow metal. Without the ele phants they w’ould indeed find them selves in sore straits. “Net us move away from here," ad vised Bruce, picking up the imple ments and shouldering them. He walked several yards away, tossed shovel and pick into the bushes, tore at the turf and stamped on it. giving it every appearance of having been dis turbed. The colonel nodded approving ly. It was a good point and he had overlooked it. They returned hastily to camp, which was about two hundred yards j beyond the boulder. Kathlvn entered her tent to change her clothes, ragged, soiled and burnt The odor of wet i burnt cloth is never agreeable. And she needed dry shoes, even if there was but an hour or two before bed time. Only one elephant had succeeded in bolting. Jn some manner he had loosened his peg; but what had started him on the run they never learned. The other elephants were swaying un easily, but their pegs were deep and their chains stout Ahmed and the keepers went after the truant on foot. (TO BE CONTINUED.) NOT A RACE OF APE-MEN Abundant Proof That American Cave Dwellers Knew Advantages of Vegetable Diet. The American cave-dwellers were not ape-men, not even big-jawed, low-browed meat eaters like the al leged associates of the famous albeit anonymous owner of the "Neander thal Skull." Corn and squash seeds, three kinds of gourds, the stone met ate and the slender bones of birds tell of the largely vegetable diet of these primeval cave-dwellers. Evidences of religious worship abound; little estufas, with places for the sacred fire among the dwellings, and larger ones in the open canyon, where circles of communal huts in closed the central floor, hardened by the feet of thousands of dancers. Here, still unexplored, are hun dreds of tiny cavern bouses burrowed in cliffs &00 and 600 feet high, col ored in maroon, ochre, sober gray and gypsum white—hues that in the sunset glow in furnace-reds and royal purple and deep, lavender. Not far away, at Casa Grande, a race of tall men lived in larger caves, and left their mummified dead to tell of six-foot brave6 and broad-hipped women; while at Frijoles the bodies, swathed in woven cloths, were of me dium height, with here and there a taller warrior. Reservoirs to im pound water for siege or drought; ditches for irrigation; pictographs that are a melange of bird or reptile, beasts and weird imitations of the hu man form divine; pottery in shards and unbroken: splintered bows and featherless arrows; fiber soled san dals. and blankets thickened with rab bit fur are found in some of these ancient cavern houses. — National Magazine. Was It for Him? Blithers and Smithers were neigh bors. They were friends before they became neighbors. The enmity start ed by Blithers' boy pushing Smithers' kid off a high picket fence and nearly breaking his young neck. Then Smithers killed four of Blithers' chick ens. After that they glared at each other like a couple of horse thieves. Blithers hired a colored man to mow his lawn. 'Rastus threw the grass over the fence into Smithers yard. "Hey you!” yelled Smithers. “What in thunder are you doing?” 'Rastus blinked. “Das foh yo' mool, mister,” he smiled. "Mule!” roared Smithers. “I ain’t got no mule!” 'Rastus stared. “Ain’tcha?” he gasped. Then he scratched his head. "Das funny," he added. “De gemman what lib here say de grass foh de jackass nex’ doh;’’ —S. E. C. Smyth in Judge. i HOW CRAB SHEDS ITS ARMOR Takes Only a Quarter of an Hour, if Crustacean Is Not Injured Dur ing the Process. It would be contrary to t!.e laws of nature for a fully grown male crab to lose his armor for an instant, as he I is always protective of females. The I first sign of shedding Is a white line j on the afterdeck of the crab. When this turns red he is a comer. Next the shell fractures on the rim, and the flesh bulges as part of the process of throwing it off. He is now a buster. If not injured while in this state the shell may be thrown off in a quarter of an hour. If injured, the process may take several days or cause the death of the crab. The crab really undresses, pulling its legs and claws out of its clothes by steady work, all the shell parts soft ening sufficiently to complete the proc ess. Undressed, the crab at once be comes larger in flesh. In 12 hours a new shell has reached parchment , form, and the crab is then a buckler. Three days are required to complete the hardening until a carapace is formed. When a crab loses a limb it grows a new one often, although in some cases mere healing of the severed section takes place. Where a wound has healed Instead of the limb being re grown, it may be assumed that the crab lost that samel limb three or four times previously, and has not power to continue the process of com plete new growth of leg or claw. Appropriated H»r i ea. The most embarrassing moment of my life was when touring in Ireland I stepped from our train on to the platform at Athlone and saw a boy running along the platform with a cup of tea and bread and butter. 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It is to some extent a pro ceeding that occupies a middle posi tion between boiling and baking; the latter is often called roasting. In stewing, the cook’s endeavor should be to extract from the meat its nutri tive juices, and then to employ those juices, suitably treated, to finish cook ing the remainder of the meat. For successful stewing, the most impor tant point is the power of regulating the heat at which the operation is conducted. In order to stew success fully the heat must be absolutely un der the cook’s control. The up-to-date cook, therefore, prefers gas for stew ing purposes on account of the perfect control that can be exercised over the temperature. For successful stewing, meat should be divided into small portions for the easy extraction of the juices. Where bones exist, these should be broken into small pieces, and form an under layer in the stewing vessel. The meat and bones ought always to be placed in cold water and the water should cover everything in tlie pan or jar. The lid or cover should be carefully secured, and the temperature must be gradually raised to a steady heat, which must, of course, be below boil ing. The extraction of the meat juices then proceeds, and when vegetables are to be added to the stew they are placed in the vessel at a later stage. Boiling and stewing are by no means the same process. The proper tem perature for stewing is about 180 de grees Fahr. As almost everybody knows, the boiling point is 212 Fahr. A glazed earthenware jar with a tight-fitting cover is most useful for stewing meat, or for making soups. If it has no cover, one should be con structed by fitting a plate or saucer on top of the jar and brown paper should then -be tied over it. A jar with a cover saves this trouble, and is, there fore, worth the extra expense. 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The coffee drinker who has suffered and then been completely relieved by changing from coffee to Postuni knows something valuable. There's no doubt about it. "I learned the truth about cofTee in a peculiar way,” says a California wom an. “My husband who has. for years, been of a bilious temperament decided to leave off coffee and give Postum a trial, and as I did not want the trouble cf making two beverages for meals I concluded to try Postum, too. The re sults huve been that while my husband has been greatly benefited, I have my self received even treater benefit. “When I began to drink Postum I was thin in flesh and very nervous Now I actually weigh 16 pounds more than I did at that time and I am stronger physically and in m7 nerves, while husband is free from :11 his ails. “We have learned our little lesson about coffee and we know something about Postum, too, for we have used Postum now steadily for the 1p.-» three years and we shall continue to to so. “We have no more use for coffee— the drug drink. We prefer Postum and health.” Name given by Postum Co.. Battle Creek, Mich. Read “The Road to Well ville,” in pkgs. Postum comes in two forms: Regular Postum—must be well boiled. 15c and 25c packages. Instant Postum—Is a soluble powder. A teaspoonful dissolves quickly In a cup of hot water and, with cresm and sugar, makes a delicious beverage In stantly. 30c and 50c tins. The cost per cup of both ltlnda la about the same. “There’s a Reason” for Postum. —sold by Grocers