THE LOST WORLD
By SIR ARTHUR COM AM DOYLE
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(Continued from ImIhiIit.)
One word' as to the fate of the Lon
don pterodactyl. Nothing can be said
to be certain upon this point. There
is evidence of two frightened women
that it perched upon the roof of the
fjueen s Hail and remained there like
a diabolical statue for some hours.
The next day it came out in the eve
nlng papers that private Miles of (he
Coldstream Guards, on duly outside
Marlborough House, had deserted his
post without leave and was therefore
court-martialed. Private Miles’ ac
count, that he dropped his rifle and
took to his heels down the Mall be
cause on looking up he had suddenly
seen the devil between him and the
moon, was not accepted by the Court,
rind yet It may have a direct bearing
upon the point at issue. The only
other evidence which I can adduce is
from the log ijt the KS. Friesland, a
Duteh-Ariterlcan liners, which assorts
that at nine next morning. Start Point
being at the time ten miles upon their
starboard quarter, they were passed
by something between a flying goat
and a monstrous bat, which was head
lng at m prodigious pace south and
west. If its homing Instinct led it
upon the right line, there can be no
doubt that somewhere out In the
wastes of the Atlantic the last Bur,o
pean pterodactyl found its end.
And Gladys—oh, my Gladys of the
mystic lake, now to be renamed the
Central, for. never shall she haIm
morality through me. Did I not al
ways see some hard ^fiber in her .na
ture? Did I not, even at the time
when I wan proud to obey her liehOsi,
feel that It was- surely a podr dpve
which squid drive a lover to hit) death
or the danger of It? Did 1 n^t’. 'tn
my truest' thoughts, always reeuxr
ing and always dismissed, see past
the beauty of the face, and, Peering
into the soul, discern the twin shad
ows of selfishness and of fickleness
glooming at the back of It? Did she
love the heloic and the spectacular
for Its own rioble sake, or was it for
the glory which might, without effort
or sacrifice, he reflected upon herself?
Or are these thoughts the vaiu wis
dom which comes after the event?
It was the shock of my life. For a
moment it had turned me to a .cynic.
Let me tell it in a few words. No
letter or telegram had come lo me
at Southampton, and I reached the
little villa at Streatham about ten
o'clock that night In a fever of ala uni.
Was flie dead or alive? Where were
all my nightly dreams of the bpen
arms, the smiling face, the words of
praise for her man who had risked
Ills life to humor her whim? Al
ready I was down from the high
peaks and standing flat-footed ui>on
earth. Yet some good reasons given
might still lift me to the clouds once
more, I rushed down (he garden
path, hammered at the door, heard
the voice of Gladys within, pushed
past the staring maid, and strode Into
the sitting room. She was seated In
a law settee under the shaded stand
ard lamp by the piano. Jn three
steps I was acrofes the room and had
both her hands In mine.
New York
“Day by Day
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By O. O. MTNTYRK.
Paris, March 20.—There, Is a saying
in Paris that only Americans become
drunk here. The only Intoxicated per
* son I have seen was a French peas
ant type who snarled up traffic in
Place de la Bourse. He tried to stem
the traffic tide and was rescued by
a gendarme.
He sat on the curb awhile holding
liis whirling head and made another
effoi%and was again deposited on the
<u>b. What would have brought a
clanging patrol wagon in New York
became a sidewalk comedy. It actual
ly became hilarious.
The gendarme laughed, the in
ebriate laughed and the populace
howled as effort after effort was
made to stagger through the jam.
Finally a police inspector arrived on
horseback. He, too, seemed to find
humor In the situation and ex
changed repartee with the drunk
There was apparently no lese ma
jesto when the offender grabbed the
cap and club from the gendarme and
^“attempted a Charlie Chaplin dance
yelling lustil?, “Chariot! Chariot!" as
Chaplin is called here. Apparently It
was going to become a question of
endurance.
Only a sudden shower brought the
travesty to «n end and the cause of
all the merriment lurched; tpto a
neighboring ytne shop to refresh
himself.
The wandering epicure will find
his ideal in the Kent au rant Mon
taigne In Rife de 'hiehello. It is in an
ancient building. Gluttony here a*emn
to transcend a deadly sin and become
a cardinal virtue. The exterior., of a
restaurant la deceiving. The gaudy
palaces usually serve wretched mess
es. But those that look as though
they were dozing in a rut of medi
ocre food offer the best viands. At
the open fireplace, meats roast on the
■pit. Fish pis Is the specialty with
a very mild Burgundy end finally
brandy served In delicately flanged I
glasses a foot wide from brim-to brim'
so that the gourmet may inhale the
aroma as he slowly sips the drink.
This afternoon I w»nt to *ee the ,
fashion parsde at Baton’s He has
six young American girls as man
niklris. The one that Is rrenllpg the
biggest, sensation Is Carolyn Putnam,
who happens to be the chum of my
adorable little cousin In New York.
Carolyn la an unspoiled liesutlful
child and without the artifice of cos
metlc# outshone the entire group.
.She has already been besieged with
offers from New York beauty revue
Producers which shows that* some
times one must go away from home
to lie appreciated.
l’ntou In peiboh was there With
an appls green shirt and collar to
match. High heeled shoe* with red
tops. A gardenia In his lapel and
white ribbon bows for cuff link*.
Tres Jobs!
The gentleman who la growing
gray handling my trifling business
affairs In New York cabled today:
‘‘How long do you expect to remain
In France?” I merely wired him for
money and let It go at that. Any
way If he fires me I have been of
fered a Job on a French newspaper
at. the magnificent salary of 320
francs a week—which Is almost. $20
In real money. However. I don’t ex
pert to tarry much longer. I’m get
ting homesick tn> ere my dog. And
I* rather bored wtth Itching palms
on every turn. France Is becoming a
nation of beggars.
ICvpyrlsht. lt!»>
"Gladys!” T cried, “Gladys!”
She looked up with amazement in
her face She was altered in some
subth? way. The expression of her
eyes, the hard upward stare, the set
of her lips, was new to me. She
drew back lier hands.
"What do you mean!' site said.
“Gladys!” I cried. “What ip the
matter? You are my Gladys, are you
not—little Gladys Hungerton?”
"So," said she, “I am Gladys Potts,
l.et me introduce you to my hus
band.”
How absurd life is! I found myself
mechanically bowing and shaking
hands with a little ginger-haired man
who was colled up in the deep arm
chair, which had once been sacred
to my own Qse. We bobbed and
grinned in front of eacli other.
"Father lets us stay here. We are
getting our house ready,” said Gladys.
“Oh, yes,” Said 1.
“You didn't get my letter at Para,
then?”
"So, I got no letter.”
“Oh, what a pitj I It would have
made all cleat-.”
"It is quite clear,” said I.
"I've told William all about you
said she. “We have no secrets. I
am so sorry about it. But it couldn't
have been so very deep, rould it. if
you could go off to tlie other end of
tlie world and leave me here alone.
You're not crabby, are you?”
"So, no, not at all. I think I'll go.”
“Have,some refreshment,” said the
little man, and be added, in a conti
dentlai way, “It's always like this,
ain't It? And must be-unless you had
polygamy, only the other way round;
you understand." Up laughed like an
idiot, while i made for the door.
I was through it, when a sudden
fantastic impulse came upon me, and
I went back to my successful rival,
who looked Nervously at the electric
pusn.
“Will you answer a question?" I
asked.
"Well, within reason," said he.
“How did you do It? Have you
searched for hidden treasure, or dls
covered a pole, or done time on a
pirate, or flown the Channel, or what '
Where Is the glamour of romance?
How did you get It?”
He stared at me with a lyvpeless
expression upon his vacuous, good
natured, scrubby little face.
“Don’t you think all this Is a lit
tle too personal?” he said.
"Well. Just one question,” T cried.
“What are you? What is your pro
fession?”
“I am a solicitor’s clerk,” said he.
"Second man at Johnson and Merl
vale’s, 41 Chaunoe.v Lane.”
“Good night!" said T, and vanished,
like all disconsolate and broken-heart
ed heroes, into the darkness, with
grief and rage and laughter all sim
mering within me like a boiling pot.
One more little scene and I have
done* Last night we all supped at
Lord, John ROxtons rooms, and sit
ting together afterwards we smoked
In good comradeship and talked our
adventures over. It was strange un
der theee altered surroundings to see
the old well-known faces and figures.
There .was Challenger, with his smilt
of condescension, his drooping eye
lids, his Intolerant eyes, his aggressive
heard, his huge chest, swelling and
puffing as he laid down the law to
Piimmerlee. Arid Summerlee, ■ too,
there he was with his short brim
between his thin moustache and he
gray goat's beard, his worn face pro
traded in eager debate, as he queried
a 11 Challenger's propositions. Final
ly, there was our host, with his
rugged, eagle face, and his cold, blue,
glacier eyes with always a shimmer
>f devilment and of humor down In
he depths of them. Such Is the last
picture of them that I have carried
iway.
It was after supper. In ids own
(anetum—the room of the pink radi
ance and the Innumerable trophies—
that Lord John Roxton had some
thing to say to us. From a cupboard
he had brought out an old cigar box.
and this he laid before him on the
table.
“There's one thing,” said he, "that
maybe ! should have spoken about
before this, hut 1 wanted to know a
little more clearly where X was. No
use to raise hopes and let them down
again. But it's facts, not hopes, with
us now. You may remember that,
dav we found the peterodactyl rook
ery in the swamp—what? Well, some
thing In the lie of the land took m\
notice. Perhaps It has escaped you,
so 1 will tell you. It was a volcanic
vent full of idue clay."
The Professors nodded.
“Well, now, in the whole world
I’ve 6nly had toedo with one place
that was a volcanic vent of blue clay.
That was the great De Bt'eis Diamond
Mine of Kimberley—what? So you
see T got diamonds Into my head. I
rigged up a contraption to hold off
those stinking beasts, and I spent a
happy day there with a spud. This
Is what 1 got."
He opened his cigar box. and tilting
It over he pnured out about twenty
nr thirty rough stones, vjrytng from
the size of beans to that of chest
nuts. on the table.
"Perhaps, you think I should time
told you then. Well, so I should, only
I know there are a lot of traps for
the unwary, and that stones may
be of any size, and jet of Utile value
where color 3nd consistence are clean
off Therefore. I brought them back
ami on the tirst day at home 1 took
one round to Spink a, and asked hint
to have It roughly cut and valued."
He took a pillbox from Ills pocket,
and spilled out of it a beautiful gut
tering diamond one of the fluent
stones that I have f vet seen.
"There * the result said he. He
prices the lot at a minimum of two
hundred thousand pounds. Of course.
It Is fair shares between us. I won't
hear of anythin' else. Well, dial
longer, what will you do witl/ your
fifty thousand?"
"1f you really persist In your P°n
srou* view, said the Profeasor, "1
should found n private museum,
which has lung been one of my
ci reams."
"Arnl you. Sununerlee?'’
"i would retire from teaching, and
so find time for tny final classification
■f the cltalk fossils."
“I ll use tny own.” said Lord .1 ‘illn
Roxton, "'In fitting * well-formed ex
pedltlon and having another look at
the dear old plateau. As to you
voung fellah, you. of course, will
spend yours in Kettln' married.
"Not Just yet." said 1, with a rue
fll smile, "[‘think If you will have
me. that 1 would rathei fto with you.
I.Old Roxmn said nothing hut s
brown nand was stretched out to me
across the table
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