THE LOST WORLD By SIR ARTHUR CONAN DOYLE k_ (Tontinned from Yttterdiy.) "It proves,” he roared, with a sud den blast of fury, "that you are the damnedest imposter in London—a vile, crawling journalist, who has no more science than he has decency in his composition!" He had sprung to his feet with a mad rage in his eyes. Even at that momentTof tension I found time for amusement at the discovery that he ".is quite a short man, his head not higher than my shoulder—a stunted Hercules whose tremendous vitality had all run to depth, breath and brain. "Gibberish!" lie cried, leaning for fard, with his fingers on the table • and his face projecting. "That's what I have been talking to you, sir—sci entitle gibberish! Did you think you could match cunning with me—you with your walnut of a brain? You think you are omnipotent, you Infer nal scribblers, don't you. That your praise can make a man and your blame break him? must all bow to you, and try to get a favorable word, must we? This man shall have a leg up, and this man shall have a dressing down! Creeping vermin, I know you! You've got out of your station. Time was yhen your ears were clipped. You've lost your sense of proportion. Swollen gasbags! I'll keep you In your prd>er place. Yes. sir, you haven't got over O. E. (’. There's one man who is still your rnasU*. He warned you off, but if will come, by the Lord you'll do at your own risk. Forfeit, my good Mr. Malone, 1 claim forfeit! You have played a rather dangerous game and It strikes me that you have lost it." "Look here, sir," said I, backing to the door and opening it, "you can tie abusive as you like. But there is a limit. You shall not assault me." "Shall I not?" He was slowly ad vancing In a peculiarly menacing way, hut he stopped now and put his big hands into the sidepockets ' of a rather boyish short jacket which he wore. I could have bolted for the halt door, but it would have been too ignominous. Besides, a little glow’ of) righteous anger was springing up with me. I had been hopelessly in the wrong before, but this man’s menaces were putting me in the right. ••I’ll trouble you to keep your hands off, sir. I’ll not stand It/’ "Dear me!” His black moustache lifted and a white fang twinkled in a sneer. "You won’t stand it, eh?" .. ■- — ■ - — ■ ■ 1 ‘ 1 \ New York —Day by Day— __ By O. O. M’INTYRK. New York. Feb. 13,.—One of the delights of Fifth Avenue is the cle ver window display of collars that many celebrltlea and our forefathers wore. The largest collar In the exhibit 1» one size 2714 and five inches high. IL was made in 1906 for a Russian ••dffknt who appeared in a museum here. The Smallest collar ever pro duced for actual wear Is size 11. It was worn by General Tom Thumb. The fielferlno was In demand in the 60s. It is a stock collar with bound edges. The favorite collar of Rt. Hon. W. E. Gladstone was called thq Unique and had a large opening in front and back. It was followed by the Pall Mall, Which was the inspiration for many cartoons. A collar called No. 1 was Intro duced In 1855. It was wound around the neck twice and fastened with tapes. The Piccadilly with pockets In the top which caused It to move with the neck was worn In 1865. The Paxton worn In the 60 s was made with patent edges. A favorite c’ollar of twenty years ago was the McKinley. It was a slight turn-down collar. Harry Lehr for many yeara set the pace In col lars. He was the first to wear the high choker collar with the puff tie, and also the wing collar with even ing clothes. Diamond Jim Brady wore a size 19 collar. There Is a ticket speculator who wears size 20. Flo Ziegfeld in variably wears a lavender collar to match his shirt. The colored collar, thought to be a fad, seems to have come to atay. Among the New York snappy dressers who continue to wear them are: Gene Buck, Ben All Haggin. Lee Shubert, Lew Cody, Herbert Bayard Bwope and Tommy Millard. A cabaret advertises for a ^azz band to play "from 10 o’clock at night until everybody 1s uncon ^ sclous." There Is a man who Is paid a sal ary merely to sit around in a Broad way cafe. He Is a well known wit and was once In small time vaude ville. He brings an enormous amount of patronage and moves from table to table enlivening the gatherings with his wise cracks. There are 768 licensed dance halls In New York. The tragedy of many of them is that they are the haven of the lonely who are Innocently drawn Into the atmosphere of Im morality. The "hostesses’’ are usually women of doubtful virtue. The hangers-on are dope pbddlers. Sixteen young men and women caught In a raid on an uptown drug parlor ad mined they acquired the habit through attendance at dance halls. The highest couvert rharge In New York Is $tl a person. This Includes nothing but a seat, at a table. Charged water sells for $S a bottle and they get away with the annoy ance of giving the hat checker a coin by ehsrglng 25 cents on the bill for this service, Florence MlUa, the sepia come dienne who Is the star of a musical rhapsody*in brown, owns one of the finest Imported limousines among the theatrical luminaries. The little colored girl from Harlem drlvee to her stnge door nightly—or rather n valet does the driving. She Is re ported to have bought two apartment houses In Harlem with her aavlngs during her long run In London. Florence Is 23 years old and before »he began her atag# career was * maid. She Is also said to be Interest ed financially In nn« of Harlem's bisrg and tan cabarets. "Don't be such a fool. Professor!" I cried. What can you hope for? I'm fifteen stone, as hard as nails, and play center three-quarter every Saturday for the London Irish. I'm not the man—" It was at that moment that he rushed me. It was lucky that I had opened the door, or we should have gone through it. We did a Catherine wheel together down the passage. Somehow we gathered up a chair on our way, and hounded on with it towards the street. My mouth was full of his beard, our arms were locked, our bodies intertwined, and that infernal chair radiated its legs all round. The watchful Austin had thrown open the hall door. We went with a back somersault down the front steps. 1 have seen the two Macs attempt something of the kind at the halls, but it appears to take some practice to do it without hurt ing oneself. The chair went to matchwood at the bottom, and we rolled apart Into the gutter. He sprang to his feet, waving his fists and wheezing like an asthmatic. "Had enough?” he panted. "You infernal bully!" I cried, as I gathered myself together, Then ami there we should have tried the thing out, for he was effer vescing with fight, hut fortunately I was rescued front an odious situa tion. A policeman was beside us, his notebook in his handt "What's all this? You ought to be ashamed," said the policeman. It was t.he most rational remark which I had heard in Enmore Park. "Well,” he insisted, turning to me, "what Is it, then?” "This man attacked me," said I. "Did you attack hint?" asked the policeman. The Professor breathed hard and said nothing. "It s not the first time, either." said the policeman, severely, shaking his head. "You were In trouble last month for the same thing. You've blackened this young man's eye. Do you give him in charge, sir?" I relented. “No," said I, "I do not." "What's that?” said the policeman. "I was to blame myself. I in truded upon him. He gave me fair warning." The policeman snapped up his note book. "Don’t let us have any more such goings on,” said he. "Now, then! Move on, there, move on!" This to a butcher's boy, a maid, and one or two loafers who had collected. He Clumped heavily down the street, driving his little flock before him. The Professor looked at me. and there was something humorous at the back of his eyes. “Come in!” said he. "I've not done with, you yet.” THc speech had a sinister sound, but I followed him none the less into the house. The man servant, Austin, like a wooden image, closed the door behind us. We re-entered the room which we had left so tumultuously ten minutes before. The Professor dosed the door carefully behind us. motioned me into an arm chair, and pushed a cigar box under my nose. "I am going to talk to you about South America." said he. "No com ments if you please. First of all, I wish you to understand that nothing I tell you now is to he repeated in any public way unless you have my express permissibn. That permission will, in all human probability, never be given. Is that clear?" "It Is very hard," said I. "Surely a judicious account—" He replaced the notebook upon the table. "That ends it,” said he. "I wlah you a very good morning." "No, no!” I cried. "I submit to any conditions. So far as I can see. I have no choice.” "None in the world." said he. "Well, then, I promise.” “Word of honor?" "Word of honor." He looked at me with doubt In his insolent eyes. "After all, what do I know about your honor?" said he. "Upon my word, sir," I cried, angrl ly, "you take very great liberties! I have never been so Insulted In my life." He seemed more Interested than annoyed at my outbreak. "Round-headed," he muttered. “Rrachycephallc, gray-eyed, black haired, with suggestions of the negroid. Celtic, I presume?" "I am an Irishman, sir." "Irish Irish?” “Yes, sir.” "That, of course, explains it. Let me see; you have given me your promise that my confidence' will be respected? That confidence, I may say, will be far from complete. But I am prepared to give you a few Indications which will be of Interest. In the first place, you are probably aware that two years ago I made a journey to South America—one which will he classical In the scientific his tory of the world? The object of my journey was to vetify mine con clusions of Wallace and of liatcs which could only be done by observ ing their reported facts under the same conditions in which they them selves hid noted them. If mjrexpadl tion had no other results it would still have been noteworthy, hut a .’urlous incident occulted to me while there which opened up an entirely fresh line of Inquiry. “You are aware—or probably, In this half educated age, you are not' aware—that the country round some parts of the Amazon is still only par tially explored, and that a great num ber of tributaries, some of them en tirely uncharted, run into the main river. It was my business to visit this little-known back-country and to examine its fauna, which furnished me with the materials for several chapters for that great and monumen tal work upon zoology which will be my life's justification. I was return ing, m.v work accomplished, when T hnd occasion to spend a night at a small Indian village at a point where a certain tributary—the name and position of which I withhold—opens into the main river. The natives were Hucama Indians, an amiable but degraded race, with mental power* hardly superior to the average Lon doner. 1 had effected some cures among them upon my way up the riv er, and had Impressed them consid erably with my personality, so that I was not surprised to find myself eagerly awaited upon my leturn. I gathered from ihelr signs that some one had urgent need of my medical services, and I followed the chief to one of hi* huts. When 1 encored I found that the sufferer to whose aid 1 had heen summoned had that instant expired, lie was. to my surprise, no Indian, hut a white man; indeed, I may say a very white man, for he was flaxen-haired and had some character istics of an alhlno. He was clad in Mags, was very emaciated, and bore every trace of prolonged, hardship. So far "* I could understand the account of the natives, he was a eoiuptate ■•ringer to them, and ''"jMrltsJd their village thmugl^.thf. yrotvik age was disap pointing, however, as it contained nothing hot the picture of a very fat man In a pea Jacket, with the legend, ".llmmy Colver on the Mailboat," writ ten beneath It. There followed sev eral pages which were,’filled with small sketches of Indians and theii ways. Then ranie .*» picture of a cheerful and corpulent ecelcsinstle In a shovel hat, sitting opposite a very thin Rui'openn, ami the inscription: ‘T.uneh with Fra (Tisiofero at llosa rio." Studies of women and babies accounted for several more |stgos, and then there was an unbroken series of animal drawings with snrh ex pin nations as "Manatee upon Sand bank." "Turtles anil Their Rggs." “Hlack AjoUtl under a Mlrltl Palm"— the matter disclosing some sort of pig like animal, and finally came a double page of studies of long-snout ed Hnd very unpleasant saurian*. I could niHke northing of it, and said so to the Professor. "Surely these are only crocodiles?" "Alligators! Alligators! There Is hardly such a thing as a true croco dile 'n South America. The dlstlnc tlnn between them—" "I meant that I could see nothing unusu 1—nothing to Justlfj what you have said.” He smiled serenejy. “Try the next page,'1 said lie. I turned it over, and gave an ex via mat ion of surprise. There was a lull-page picture of the most ex traordinary creature that I had e\er seen, it was the wild dream of an opium smoker, a vision of delirium. The head was like that of a fowl, the body that of a bloated lizard, the trail ing tail was furnished with upward turned spikes, and the curved hack was edged with a high serrated fringe which looked like a dozen cocks' wat tles placed behind each other. in front of this creature was an absurd mannikin, or dwarf, in human form, who stood staring at It. “Well, what do you think of Hint?” ■rled l lie professor, rubbing his 'ends with an air of triumph. ‘‘It Is monstrous—grotesque.” “But what made him draw such an "Trade gin, I should think." "Oh, that's Ihe best explanation you can give. Is It?” "Well, sir, what is yours?” "The obvious one that the creature exists. That Is actually sketched from the life.” 1 should have laughed only that 1 had a vision of our doing another Catherine wheel down the passage. "No doubt,” said I, "no doubt,” as one humors an embecile. ”[ eon fees, however,” 1 added, "that this tiny human figure pur/h a me. If it were an Indian we could set it down as evidence of some pigmy race In ^nterlca, but it appear* to be a Kuro pcan in a stilt hat." The professor snorted like an angry buffalo. "You really touch the limit, 1 said hf. "You enlarge my view ol the possible. Cerebral paresis! Men tst inertia! Wonderful!" He was too absurd to make me angry. Indeed, it was a waste of energy, for If you were going to be angry with this man you- would he angry all the time. I contented my self with smiling wearily. "It struck me that the man was small," said ! "Look here!" he ctled, leaning for ward and dabbing a great hairy stun age of a finger on to the picture "You see that plant behind the anl mail: I suppose you tbinorbt it vva: a dandelion or a Brussels sprout— what? Well, U is a vcgel. It- ivory plant and they tun to about fifty or sixty feet, Iton’t you ree that the man is put in for a purpose? Hi couldn't really have stood in from of that brute and lived to draw it He sketched himself in to give a scale of heights. lip was, we will say, five feet high. The tiee is ten limes bigger,awhilh Is what one would expect." “Hood heavens!"! cried, "Then you think the heast was— Why, Charing Cross station would hardly make a kennel for such a brute'" "Apart front exaggeration, he Is or tain I v n well-grown specimen,” said the Professor, complacently. ‘But,” 1 cried, surely the while e\ perietice of the human race is not' to ho set aside on account of a single, sketch”--! had turned over the leases and ascertained that there was noth Ing more in the book—"a single sketch hy u wandering American artist who may have done it under hashish, pij in the delirium of fever, or simply In order to gratify a freakish imagina tion. You can’t, as a man of science, defend such a position as that.” For answer the professor took a book down from a shelf. “This is an excellent monograph by my gifted friend, Kav Lankerter!” said he. “There is an illustration here which would interest you. Ah. yes. here it is! The Inscription be ne.-oh it runs: ‘Probable appearance n life of the Jurassic Dinosaur Steen sourus. The hind leg Vtlone is twice as tall as a full grown man.’ Well, what do you make of that?” Me handed me the npen book. 1 started ns I looked at the picture. In this reconstructed animal of a dead world there was cetrtainly a very, gieut resemblance to the sketch o' the unknown artist. ‘‘Thut is certainly, remarkable.” said 1 (To B* r«intlnn*-tf Monilin) It s useless, ftld Timer, To dwell on the past: If you want to get thinner You must diet nr fast. .k ...- — THE NEBBS IT’S NO USE RUDOLPH. Directed for The Omaha Bee by Sol He» tea. 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