THE LOST WORLD
By SIR ARTHUR CONAN DOYLE
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"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?"
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New York
—Day by Day—
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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 <iT»ne
and In the last stage O'* jkh.VUafion'.
‘‘The man's knapmrft lay hoshle
the couch, and I examined the con
tents Ills name was written upon
a tali within It—Maul* White, I,akc
Avenue, Itetrolt, Mich. It Is a
name to which 1 sin prepared nlwny
to lift my hat. It Is not too much
to say that It will rank level with my
own when the final credit of this
business come* to he apportioned.
"I was. turning away from him
\yhgn 5 observed that something pro
jet4S(r from tlif front of his ragged
Jaclfel. It was this sketchbook, which
,)go* as dlihpldated then as yon see li
now. Indeed. I can assure you that
a first folio of Shakespeare could not
be treated with greater reverence
than this relic has heen since it came
Into* my possession. I hand it to
you now. and I ask you tit take it
page by page and examine the con
tents.!’
lie helped himself to a cigar and
leaned liaek with a fiercely critical
pair of eyes, taking note of the effect
which this document would produce.
I hnd openr»l the volume with
some expectation of a revelation,
though of what nature 1 could not
Imagine. The first |>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)
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