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By SIR ARTHUR CONAN DOYLE•
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(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
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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. He
an* begging, pleading, imploring for
his comrade’s life. The ape-man
pushed <hlm roughly aside and shook
his head. It was the last conscious
movement he was to make upon
earth, i^ord John's tine cracked, and
the king sank down, a tangled red
sprawling thing, upon the ground.
"Shoot into the thick of them!
Shoot! sonny, shoot!" cried my com
panion.
There are strange red depths in (he
.... — . -
soul of the most commonplace man.
t am tenderhearted by nature, and
have found my eyes moist many a
time over the scream of a wounded
hare. Yet the blood lust was on me
now. 1 found myself on my feet
emptying one magazine, then the oth
er, clicking open the breech to reload,
snapping it to again, while cheering
and yelling writ pure ferocity and joy
of slaughter as 1 did so. With our
four guns the two of us made horrible
havoc. Both the guards who held
Sarnmerlee were down, and lie was
staggering about like u drunken man
In tils amazement, unable to realize
that lie was a free man. The dense
mob of ape rnen ran about ip bewil
derment, marveling whence this storm
of death was coming or what it might
mean.
Challenger's iiuiok brain had
grasped the situation. He eeized the
bewildered .Summerlee by tlie arm,
and they both ran towards us. Two
of their guards hounded after them
and fell to two bullets from Hol'd
Joint. \Ve ran forward into the open
to meet our friends, and pressed a
loaded rifle into ihe hands of each.
—
But Summaries was at the end of his
strength. He could hardly totter. A1
ready the ape-men were recovering
from their panic. They were coming
through the brushwood and threaten
Ing to ctit us off. Challenger a,nd 1
ran summerlee along, one at each of
his elbows, while l.ord John covered
our retrea1. tiring again and again as
s.ivnge heads snarled at us out of the
bushe* For a mile or more the ehsk
terlng brutes were hi our eery bee*
Then the pursuit sin. kened for the;,
learned our power and would no lent
er fare that unei rtiiK rtfl*. Whet w*
had at last reached the ramp we look
r.J bS'-k and found our=elves alone.
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