New Britain Herald Newspaper, August 18, 1923, Page 5

JOE YELL oW SEVEN o\ THE SILVE ©Ouea strvce nc.iazs = — BEGIN HERE TODAY Peter Pennington, engaged by the government to capture Chai-Hung, leader of The Yellow Seven, a gang of Chinese bandits, loves Monica Vihey, sister of Captain John Hewitt, Commission of Police at Jesselton, British North Borneo. Pennington goes with Denis Moorhouse, distriet officer, to hunt Chai-Hung. The ex- pedition is guided by a dancing girl, enemy of the bandit chief, because of the theft of one of her wonderful sil- ver gloves, & NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY Pennington smiled. “You'll have to tuck that sylph-like form of yours a deal closer into the undergrowth.” “Guaya’s gone in,” reported the D. O. of Bukit-Iban, mopping his fore- head with a handkercief. “Hot, isn't it?” said Pennington ¢heerfully. A quarter of .an hour later Moor- house touched Pennington with his foot and the man with the Chinese eyes passed the warning on a trifle more heavily. The girl had emerged from the hut and, the bundle still un- der one arm, was making off in an easterly direction, following close upon the heels of an elderly Oriental in a suit of butcher’s blue and an enor- mous mushroom hat. Moorhouse glanced back, “'Give 'em time,"” muttered Penning- ton between his teeth., “It may be a plant.” To Dawson it seemed centuries be- fore the jungle expert rose to his feet and, selecting a patch of ground be- tween the trees where the giant ferns rose in rank profusion, steered a diagonal course toward the path their quarry had taken. ' It was fully an hour before they obtained a clear view of the dancer and her guide, but Pennington—em- ploying some instinct he had acquired in_his wanderings, seemed to have been aware of their proximity for some time. With ness Chinese Pennington dropped in his tracks and, not a moment too soon, his companions followed suit. Leaning against a jack-fruit tree barely a dozen yards distinct Moor- house saw an enormous Oriental, nude | from the waist upward, a formidable | parang dangling at his side. Farther to his right, the D. O. noted a similar sentinel and, to the left again, still a third, motionless as a statue. As they lay there, a prey to vora- cious ants and swarms of flies, a plercing scream come from the di- rection of the path, followed by a wild, hysterical sobbing. Moorhouse was up like a jack-in- the-box, but Pennington’s fingers, clos- ing firmly over an ankle, pulled him down again, He turned to expostulate, but a‘hand choked his utterance. “Keep still, you priceless idiot!"™ the other whispered in his ear. “You can't do any good. He's waiting for us to come out and show ourselves.” The D. O. of Bukit-Tban, an un- pleasant taste in his mouth, glanced appealingly at Dawson; but Dawson was thoughtfully examining the safe- ty-catch of his automatic and did not look up. The .screams came again and Moorhouse jammed his fingers in his ears. * He hardly remembered the details of that retreat. There was some- thing about Pennington that made men follow him, or the magistrate would never have come at all. “Phew!” ejaculated Dawson as soon as they were back at the origi- nal track. “That was a trifie too near to be pleasant!” He winked at Pennington. “Gentlemen, you may smoke!” He held his case to Moorhouse who did mnot appear to notice it, and to Pennington, who shook his head. The stout man lit up cheerfully. “Discretion,” he observed senten- tiously, “is the better part of valor! With a bit of luck, Moorhouse, old son, we shall-arrive at your palatial residence in time for a cheering cup of teal” The pent-up Moorhouse at ance. “They were he said. feelings of Denis length found utter- murdering that girl,” COULD HARDLY DO HER WORK Lydia E.Pinkham’s Vegetable Com: pound Made Her Eat, Sleep and Feel Better Every Way wonderful medicine. I i friendsand will never be without it.” —Mrs. M. OHLEN, 3640 S. Marshfield Ave., Chicago, Illinois. It is such letters as these that testi the nlu: of Lydia E. Pmklmnf’: Compound. This woman s from the fullness of her heart. describes as c ly as she can her condition, first the symptoms that bothered her n:'c most, later ui: isa pressi oignfim For nearly fifty years Lydia ink- bham’s Vi 4 JZ ‘Compound bas been w0 praised by women. to Vi starting sudden- | R HAND- BY EDMUND SKeLL. AUSTRATED RMSATIRE\SLD Chinese Pennington dropped a heavy hand onh the other’'s shoulde. “I should make yourself quite easy on that score. Chai-Hung doesn't mur- der pretty women who are likely to be of service to him. - Whether Miss Guaya was aware of it or not, the ambush we were within an ace of walking into had been long and care- fully prepared.” “That doesn't account screams.” g “‘Some people scream before they are hurt.” “I don't quite follow you.," “He ‘means.to say,” put in Dawson, inhaling tobacco smoke with the air of a parched wanderer in the desert for the A THIRD FORM PUSHED BE- TWEEN CHAI-HUNG AND HIS LIEUTENANT. quenching his thirst, “that the bandit merely threatened her. He can be a mighty unpleasant spectacle when he likes.” “I hope to heaven you're right.” “The more I think of it,” pursued Pennington, “the more feasible it seems. Guaya, you must remember, is a consummate actress—and her efforts certainly struck me as highly theatrical,” “Where are we now?" Moorhouse gloomily, “A shade better off than when we started. We know that the Yellow Seven are here in considerable force, and that the united efforts of three perfectly good white men armed with .automatics would be about the forlornest hope ever embarked upon.” They passed through the screen of cocopalms and emerged on to the strip of grassland in which Moor- | house's bungalow lay. Moorhouse, hardly awake, reached down automatically for the blanket at !'the bottom of the bed. Suddenly, as his benumbed faculties began to re- turn to him, he started and blinked vacantly at the white canopy above him, Somewhere close at hand a demanded [hilt sped downward. NEW BRITAIN DAILY HERALD, SATURDAY, side—between the bed and the parti- tion—and snatch up the water jug, anything with which to defend him- self, The bed creaked as he ‘moved and the curtains parted. A lean hand fell upon either wrist and, from out of the corner of his eye, he saw that the silver. hand had vanished. There hung in its place a knife with a long thing blade and a hilt that he knew was yellow. g He aimed a kicked at the arm which held it suspended, but it moved swiftly upward and the force of his blow was spent upon empty air, He could catch its shadowy outline as it hesitated before descending, and then —the door of the room swung open and the light of a hurricane lamp il- luminated the whole apartment. The grip on his wrists relaxed and tight- ened again before he could wrench himself free. The lamp stood un- guarded on the threshold, as if it had come there of its own accord, and Moorhouse recognized at one and the same time the. man who held him and the creature with the knife: Nyi- Hau—and the great Chai-Hung. He struggled with renewed vio- lence, tore one hand from the power- ful fingers that encircled it and hit out at Nyi-Hau with all the force he could put behind it. The man re- coiled and the magistrate, rolling to one side, avoided the fall of the knife by a hair’s-breadth. He caught the fierce breath of the bandit—and a third form, gliding stealthily from be- hind the door, pushed between Chai- Hung and his lieutenant. It was Guaya! Her garment was torn and travel-stained and her black hair fell in waves over her dark shoulders. Moorhouse did not understand the meaning of her disheveled tresses, until the dagger with the jeweled She drove it with triumphant force between Nyi- Hau's shoulders—and the creature pitched headlong across the D. O. «Struggling to free himself of his nauseous burden, Moorhouse did nqt sce how Guaya died. He heard her little, panting cry and threw Nyi- Hau from him to discover Chai-Hung forcing his great bulk through the window frame, leaving his knife be- hind. The. automatic caught his eye. He vaulted to the floor and, snatching it up, emptied the entire clip into the tropic stillness. Presently he saw that the silver hand had escaped the fugitive and rolled to a corner. “Guaya,” he whispered softly, “I have brought you your hand.” He fell on his knees beside her, thinking that she had fainted, but the shapely shoulders that his fin- gers touched were unresponsive. “The Barrier of Fire,” the next cpisode of this gripping series, will by direct wire from the Mall, Central Park. 10 p. m.—"Forestry,".by Dr. Hugh P. 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Vastine. 7 p. m.—Baseball scores and con- tinuation of dinner concert. 7:30 p. m.—"Bringing the World to America,” prepared by '‘Orr World." 7:45 p. m,—The Children’s period. § p. m.—Baseball scores, 5:05 p. m.—Address, dog was barking. Ten seconds later { he had woken to the realization that it was the black chow and that the sound came from the veranda. “Shut up, Hitam! Lie down!" And then—something black and shadowy slid noiselessly within the rectangle of light and out of it again. The D. 0., experiencing that un- comfortable sensation that is in- variably associated with a surprise in the early hours, forced his muscles to act and groped under the pillow for his automatic. His fingers touched nothing but the crumpled edge of the sheet. Always a restless sleeper, his pillow lay—a shapeless mass—to one side, and the weapon had presumably drogped to the floor without waking him. Swearing softly to himself, he reached down, groped uncertainly in all directions. The flimsy curtains, blowing listlessly in a light breeze, touched his cheek and, bringing his head suddenly upward, he saw—as if dangled from the bedpost—a silver hand. The thing hovered there, glit- tering in the patch of light, and for some moments he stared at it. He withdrew his gaze with an effort, a wild hope revolving in his brain. “Guaya!” The words formed themselves upon his lips. He had not seen her since that strategic retreat from the bandit's sentries. Perhaps she had sought him on the veranda - and, failing to find him there, had come to his room He looked up again. The apparition was still where he had first seen it. He pushed himself upward on his arms —then sank back mute with silent horror. The thing was a left hand— the gauntlet that Chai-Hung had stolen! | He wriggled over on to his face | and sent his trembling fingers over | the rough floor. They knocked present against something soft and warm—a human foot! He set his teeth grimly. 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