THE LOST WORLD] By SIR ARTHUR CONAN DOYLE• . J (Continued from Vriterdar.) "Not thin time,’’* said Lord John, who had caught up his rifle. "Our best chance is to lie quiet until they have given up the search. Then we shall see whether we can't get bark to their town and hit ’em where It hurts most. Give ’em an hour and we'll march." We filled In the time by opening one of our food tins and making sure of our breakfast. Lord Roxton had had nothing but soma fruit since the morning before and ate like a starv ing man. Then, at last, our pockets bulging with cartridges and a litle in each hand, wo started olT upon our mission of rescue. Before leav ing It we carefully marked our little hiding place among the brushwood and its hearing to Fort Challenger, that vve might find It again If we needed It. We slunk through the bushes In silence until vve came to the very edge of the clilf, close to the old camp. There vre halted, and Lord John gave me some Idea of his plans. "So long as we are among the thick trees these swine are our masters,” said he. "They can see us and we cannot see them. But in the open it Is different. There we can move fas ter than they. So we must stick to the open all vve can. The edge of the plateau has fewer large trees than further Inland. So that's our line of advance. Go slowly, keep your eyes open and your rifle ready. Ahove all. never let them get you prisoner while there is a cartridge left—that's my last word to you. young fellah.” When we reached the edge of the cliff I looked over and saw our good old black Zambo sitting smoking on a rock below us. I would have given a great deal to have hailed him and told him how we were placed, but 1t was too dangerous, lest we should be heard. The woods seemed to be full of the ape-men; again and again we heard their curious clicking chat ter. At such times vve plunged into the nearest clump of bushes and lay still until the sound had passed away. Our advance, therefore, was very slow, and two hours at least must have passed before I saw by Lord iohn’s cautious movements that we must be close to our destination. He motioned to me to lie still, and he crawled forward himself. In a min ute he was back again, his face quiv ering with eagerness. "Come!” said he. "Come quick! 1 hope to the Lord we are not too late already!” 1 found myself shaking with ner vous excitement as 1 scrambled for ward and lay down beside him, look New York -- Day by Day— --' By O. O. MTNTYRE. Paris, March 10.—This morning I went to see Louis, ehs bird man of the Tulleries. He has charge of the hundreds of birds in this lovely pub lic garden. With a cluck of his tongue he can bring them spiraling to his feet. Some were flying north when he stood out to call them. They sud denly stopped as 1 hough resting on the bosom of a breeze and then darted toward him. The rustle of lheir wings sounded for all the world like the roar of a. racing motor. His pet, however, is Francois, a black magpie. It Is a bird that would make a fortune for the owner In American vaudeville. He lias fash ioned a military cap for it and also a bayonet and the bird at his com mand strut* about with them in a perfect drill. Again the patience of the Frjnch. He has been training the magpie daily for five years. . Wherever he goes the bird perches on Ills shoulder, it will fly In any direction he orders. And he has a pocket in which it will hide at the cry of "Cat"’ Near ^he carrousel where the- chil dren play is another interesting bird owned by a caretaker. It is a spar row with a wooden leg. He found it one day with one leg hanging by a shred and after nursing It Itack to health fitted it up with a tiny one of wood. \ The bird is always on his shoulder, hopping about gayly. The French man loves to display his record of in finite patience and he is just as courteous to those who do not give him a few centimes g* he is to those who do. My linguistic ability is confined to taxicab French—a few badly pro nounced phrases. Yet one has no trouble getting around Paris. Nearly all servants In hotels speak English and in every shop there Is someone who understands. One always feels foolish after fumbling about In French to be answered by the one addressed in correct English. French lawyers seem to believe that every American who lands here Is seeking a divorce In the easy fashion that prevails. So far a dozen an nouncement cards from divorce law yers have been received. There is always a slice of Broad way in Paris. Today I saw Ben All ilaggin. Lou Hauser, Sinclair Lewi*. Jed KIley. Leon Letrlm, Raymond Carroll. Charles Dana Cdbson and several others who are personalities along the Big Lane. Paris shrugs derisively st our American spendthrifts. They accept but somehow they resent the big tip that is given with ostentation, a swagger and smirk of pride. At Clro’e today a pompous American swept Im periously with bis fair escort Into the pond frilled room; H« scattered bills In Ills wake, like a farmer feeding chickens. When he bad finished iun cheon and departed the servants clot ted about and discussed hint. There was s, curl to their lips. The French man would leave only a few sous but would receive better service. An article I wrote for a magazine about Paris ,*om* months ago in which I mentioned the bar flleg that buzzed about Harry’s New York bar has resulted In the formation of the International Bar Hies Association with a coat button emblem showing a fly on a lump of sugar and bearing the Initials I. B. F. A. and I find that I have been elected president. I hasten to add I am in no wise at tempting to live up to tha honors of the office. The vice president is a newspaper corresponded who Is known by tha Amerlran colony ns one who has never duclng his eight veals paid for a drink. As a Hoot 1 Htn certain I could fulfill the honors l)a lias squired. (Copyright. till.) lng out through the hushes at a clear ing which stretched before us. It was a sight which 1 shall never forget until my dying day—so weird, so impossible, that r do not know how I am to make y ou realize it, or how in a few years I shall bring myself to believe in it If I live to sit once more on a lounge in the Ravage Club and look out on the drah solidity of the Embankment. V know that it will seem then to be some wild niffhttnare, some delirium of fever. Vet 1 will set it down now, while it Is still fresh in my memory, and one at least, the man who lay in the damp grasses by my side, will know if i have lied. A wide, open space lay before us— some hundreds of yards across—all green turf and low bracken growing to the very edge of the cliff. Hound tills clearing there was a semicircle of trees with curious huts built of foliage piled one above the other among the brances. A rookery, with every nest a little house, would best convey the idea. The openings of these huts and the branches of the trees were thronged with a dense mob of ape'people. whom from their size 1 took to be the females and infants of the tribe. They’ farmed the back ground of the picture, and were all looking out with eager interest at the same scene which fascinated and be wildered us. In the open, and near the edge of the cliff there had assembled a crowd of Rome hundreds of these shaggy, red-haired creatures, many of them of immense size, and all of them hor rible to look upon. There was a cer tain discipline among them.^for none of them attempted to break the line which had been formed. In from there stood a small group of Indians* little, clean-limbed, red fellows, whose skins glowed like polished bronze in the strong sunlight. A tall, thin white man was standing beside them, his head bowed, his arms folded, his whole attitude expressive of his hor ror and dejection. There was no mis taking the angular form of I’rofes sor Summerlee. In front of and around this deject ed group of prisoners were several ape-men, who watched them closely and made all escape impossible. Then, right out from all the others and close to the edge of the cliff, were two figures, so strange, and under other circumstances so ludicrous, that they' absorbed my attention. The one was our comrade. Professor C'hallen ger. The remains of his coat still hung In strips from his shoulders, hut his shirt had been all torn out, and his great heard merged itself in the black tangle which covered his mighty chest, lie had lost his hat. and his hair, which had grown long in our wanderings, was flying in wild disorder. A single day seemed to have changed him from the highest product of modern civilization to tho most desperate savage of South Atner ica. Beside hint stood his master, the king of the ape men. In all things he was. as Eord John had said, the very image of our Professor, save that his coloring was red instead of block. The same short, broad figure, the same heavy shoulders, the same forward hang of the arms, the same bristling beard merged itself in the heavy chest. Only above the eye brows, wherB the sloping forehead and low, curved skull of the ape-man were n sharp contrast to the broad brow and magnificent cranium of the Euvopean, could one see any marked difference. At every other point the king was an absurd parody' of the Professor. All this, which takes me so long to describe, impressed itself upon me in a very few seconds. Then we had very different things to think of, for an active drama was iri progress. Two of the ape men had seized one of the Indians out of the group and dragged him forward to the edge of the cliff. The king raised his hand as a signal. They caught the man by his leg and arm, and swung him three tfmes backwards and forwards with tremendous violence. Then, with a frightful heave they shot the poor wretch over the precipice. With such force did they' throw- him that he curved high in the air before be ginning to drop. As he vanished front sight the whole assembly, ex cept the guards, rushed forward to the edge of the precipice, and there was one long pause of alieolute si ionce, broken by a mad yell of dileght. They sprang about, tossing their long, hairy arms in the air and howling with exultation. Then they fell back from the edge, formed themselveH again into line, and waited for the next victim. This time It was Summerlee. Two of his guards caught him by the wrists and pulled hinV brutally to the front. His thin figure and long limbs struggled and fluttered like a chicken being dragged from a coop. Challen ger had turned to the king and waved his hands frantically before him. 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