The Seattle Star Newspaper, December 12, 1922, Page 14

ps @ 1900 NEA Criumphs oF 4 M.Jonquelle ky MEtviite Davisson Post Service. inc 7 THE GREAT CIPHER Mere were seated on the 1 wae aneoutive attentively te the etary of M. JONQU BLURB, greatest of Frened de teotives. Janguelie wae ¢ ot the world be 4 in af diary and ad discovered annee wae not mad” te sisted M. Jonqueiie. Thea be told hew the explorers Geccribed the journey inte the Con, with three white men, worthiess, but efraid of nothing Ge Oo With the Story CHAPTER Il “Chauvannes found that wilderness veined thru with these campa, pre cisely as Stanley found it when be was following the Iturt in his effort to relieve Emin Pasha, And Chau- vannes seems to have had precisely the same experiences as Stanley, in that the poisoned arrows, which the dwarf tribes used, wore always fatal to the natives, but not to the white men of the expedition. At least, the three white men with Chauvannes, and the explorer himself, always os- caped, while the persistent destruc tion of the other members of the expedition continued until only Chau- vannes and the other white men came out alive. “The expedition was not large It was as small as Chauvannes could get on with He never intended it }implementa that an explorer carrie laid down the exac with the most with him, and he cation of this camp It was chart ed in the half a different forms and checked in variety of way, He seemed to have spent @ lot of time at thin, He was determined that the exact spot of this camp should be definitely located for all time and beyond any po» sibility of error, And he did not fail The exact location of that camp ts painstaking accuracy journal in dower as certain as any boundary monu ment on our Belgian frontier, It can be located today without the error of half a meter, He had plenty of time for this, because he remained in this camp with Leture while the men went on to the Nyanza. “The route to the lake could not de laid out to the eye. It was di reotly below the marked rocky prom ontory of the skyline. But the men with Chauvannes thought it better to be certain of the way out, and as they had to put in the time until the boat arrived, It seemed advisable to go over the route. The American beachoomber Dix and the Finn set out for the Albert, Leture remain ing tn the camp with Chauvannes “It was here alone with Leture that Chauvannos finished the jour nal, which I finally decoded, as one might say, at the Service de ia Surete in Parta “I have sald that the only thing to be more than a scouting party, to | Indicating Chauvannes condition be lay out the for. The discovery of the emeralds was a sort of accident in removing the portion of an ancient wall that en unrooted tree had disiodged.” There was a moment's silence Then Monsieur Jonquellg went on: | “L said awhile ago that the tn credible things set out tn the journal did not begin to appear until about the 17th of December, when they had| finally come out. It is true that some indicatory things are noted in “the journal before that date, Chauvannes could not sleep. He returns again and again to this fact. Bromides did | no good. He continues to complain about the failure of the bromides. He wonders if the drugé have lost their virtue, or if they could not have been pure. He notes that he tested this with one of the other men and ob- served the effect. The bromides were all right. This fact gave him « good deal of concern. He could not sleep. And the drugs upon which the medical profession depend tn such case, failed “We find this feature tn consider- Congo, tn ite awful march to the “I don’t know when ft was that Chauvannes realized what was ahead but as I have said, I think word by sentence. I that no one of us the thing meant which ought to appear ff able to grasp a proper con- it. I felt before tt as I before those clever Ger- hes, which appeared on lo be merely @ narrative incident, when they army orders contain- direction. I was right, proved, but the govern- hortties in Paris at the time my notion fantastic. I have said, the strange digressions tn his journal did not be- gin to appear until about the 17th of December, when they came out into the great grass-covered plateau outlined to the east by a low moun- tain range, beneath which lay Lake Albert Nyanza. As ft happened, they had come out 10 days ahead of the date which they had determined upon for the arrival of the inke boat. It ELLIS ata “Now, here was another tndicatory point. They did not go ahead to! Nyanza as Stanley had done. camped looked like an English lawn, Chau- “Chauvannes had all the modern ar * thing he was looking! could not sleep ad that the bro | mides had failed him. But this wae! | mot precisely all. The journal began | to indicate & state of mind tn Chau henitated | on & grassy slope—it! before the 17th of December, when | they came out on the old elephant track into this heavenly count be low the Albert, was the fact that he Vannes that he apparently Chaurannes could not sleep. a long time to record, the impression that they were approaching some sort Of creature of which they had very little, if any, dependadie tnfor- mation ;"At first Chauvannes put this down as an Mlusion arising from the depression of insomnia. But he be- gan to speak of it later as @ sort of definite pretnonition te be reckoned with. “Of courses, when the journal first came into our possession, we took thia, and the incredible things that followed, to be merely the tliusions |of a man whdse nervous system had | broken down. This was « profound |error. Every statement following in |the journal was, as it proved, of the | most definite importance. One got here at this point In the journal « i pretty clear conception of the con- | dition of Chauvannes at the time. “The three with him, whose care, | devotion and gntiring solicitude are, jas I have anid, the persistent note of this Inter part of Chauvannes’ journal, were now very much con- corned about him. They seemed to understand the danger, to himself, of one in such @ mental state, for they secured and destroyed all the ammu- nition to the private weapons which Chauvannes carried; they even broke |the blades of the knives, They ap- peared to realize that a homicidal [seizure might develop from such a mental condition, and they seemed to fear that it might take the course of a suicidal mania. They were wholly without fear for themselves, as Chau- Qrattle * + . od abel C Pats VPage 557 NOT “You can’t quite realize,” Mr. Calhoun continued, “just how glad and thankful I was to find that the wind and the tide had driven us ashore among friendly Indians, for at that time one was never sure of what those dark- skinned brothers were going to do. “Mrs. Calhoun looked anxious, its true, for she couldn't feel very happy about spending 4 night in an Indian hut, with her babies, and she realized that the luncheon she had brought along was practically gore. So it meant not only an Indian hut, but In- dian food and Indian beds. “But for all the qualms and un- easiness, we followed our guide up the rocky path with very, very thankful hearts. “When we reached the houm, we found it quite a dwelling, for an ‘Injun’ louse; it boasted two rooms instead of just one as most of them had and there was a fire- place with a regulur chimney which helped the ventilation.” Peggy looked an if she did not quite understand, and Mrs. Cal- houn hastened to explain. “You know, dear, the Indians didn’t know about keeping things clan and they used so much fish oi! and fiLemelling stuff about their cooking that white people could hardly bear the odor of their lit- tle houses. And the open fire SO BAD helped quite a bit to draw the smelis up the chimney.” “We were hungry when we got there, I remember,” Mrs. Herritt then said. “Don't you remember, mother, when we went in the old squaw was cooking those big flat biscuits in a frying pan?” “Ush—h—br” Mra. Calhoun shuddered, and laughed as she said, "Yes, I certainly do. She had made some queer sort of Mat pancake, hard as hardtack, which she was cooking in some sort of smelly ofl—whale ofl, I guess it was.” Mr. Cathoun joined tn the laugh am they all recalled the exper. fence, and said, “Dog fish oll, I think !t was.” But after a bit they all remem. bered that it wan neal of! the natives used for that sort of cook. ing. Whatever tt was, Libby and Sam ate a little of it; Mr. Cal- houn did a little better than they, but the mother couldn't eat @ bite. Then Mrs. Herritt (Abby) said, “And I'll never forget thw crabs. While the squaw was baking the biscuits two men were boiling crabs in @ pot over the fire, and the poor old crabs would insist on kicking off the cover. I thought to myself, ‘I ‘spect they want out, it's awf'ly hot in there! ” (To Be Continued) OE OUR BOARDING HOU. / KNEW You GUYS WOULD PLAY “Wt ANVIL CHORUS Jes’ Because “KID” PORTLAND PINCHED “HIS GOFT JoR = Vice FAN HIM ALL N'WANT = “TH! ONLY WAY You CouLD GET PAID FoR YouR SHAPES 19 “TO RISK 'EM IN A KNIFE THROWING over again. that the whole journal of Chau- vannes’ begins to be taken up with the extraordinary things that he ob- served. The impression of some strange creatures close on the cant. in the neighborhood, became an ob- seanton. “It was on the first night tn the new camp after they had emerged from the forest that Chauvannes had sensation, as he puts it, of something delicately feeling over his face. It seemed to be a very alight moving touch, as of the tip of a feather, but it was clearly distin guishabie. The man put up his hand and made & ewift gesture in the dark- hese about him, but there was abso. lutely nothing that he could touch. He says that this thing happened more than once im the night, and each time, altho he put out his hand instantly, it came In contact with no Dhysical evidences of any creature bout him. “The thing ocourred again the next night. On this occasion Chauvannes @istinetly felt that ewift, lingering touch pase over his face; and again instantly, he clutched about him tn the dark, beating the whole place with bis arme in « desperate effort to come into some physical contact with the creature, But it was wholly to no purpose. He touched nothing. There wae no sound anywhere, and the men sleeping about him in the tent were not disturbed. He says that on the following morning he mentioned this thing again, but the three men with him had no experi- ence of it whatever “If these creatures, of which Chau- vannes had the strange premonttory sense, had finally appeared. they seemed to be directing thelr atten- | Hons exclusively to him. At any rate, the men denied having been dis- turbed by anything. They had seen nothing, felt nothing. But they were disturbed about Chauvannes, The concluding installment of “The Great Cypher” will appear in our next issue, z /NEX~ We al Y MIGHT BE WELL } DEVELOPED, BUT “| We Waenht ANY MUSCLES ON “TH BROW FROM WEAVY “THINKING = “MATG “IH! “TRICK! WERCULES WAG A HUSKY “Oo, BUT HE WASN'T STRONG ENOUGH “TO , j GEEWUILZ. = SUMS” GOWNA WAVE A DARTY AN! DIDN'T INVITE ME -ALL QieH FOR WIM TUL 6ET ENEN -TLL vannes’ journal repeats over and | “It ie here, now, at this pont, | HOLD A / THOUGH T+ EVERETT TRUE AW RH, MRS TRVE— tt Be A MINUTS. | TNE SEATTLE STAR WOULD WEAR “THAT BELT AT “TH' HOUGE WHEN HE SrTS Wi |! ON “TW STEAK DUEL} THEN £ UG GLOW SCOFFERS WOULD —™ HAVE A CHANCE “fo HARPOON A GECOND HELPING! “TUERE'S ALEK- GEE! TUL LET ON T WUT \ANITED IF HE SANS THE OLI) HOME TOWN BY AHERN | ARE EATING THE TOWN ) info DEBT. WEVE Gor, | eure RID OF EM BUT WE CANT UNLOCK THE ¢-~ JAIL WHATS CANT OPEN KIO PORTLAND DEMONS TRA THE Parson gi é \ Kip PORTLAND Picks OFF SOME EXTRA CHRIGTMAS SACK = MAYOR SIMON DOOLITTLE CALLS A MEETING OF THE Town's LEADING CITIZENS To SUGGEST MEANS OF GETTING THE “TWOTRAMPS OUT OF JA WITHOUT WRECKING, THE PLACE. HE OLD CROSSING WATCHMAN HAS ‘TO KEEP AN EVE. ON HIS j EVER THAT BIG ‘CAR STOPS TO 100K msRe IN BY |\CHAP. 2.--KATE, BEGIN HERE TODAY DAN WARD has just died, leaving « widor KATD. fihe, her mind filled with though 1 happiness of thelr marti for her parents’ home in # Inland et ” C | GO ON With THE STORY There, in the gloom of her berth, with the train speeding past small villages and stretches of open coun- try, Kate Ward went over that one day which stood out beyond all others. Sho remembered every nuance of her mother’s voice as the words came from the doorway-—"What, you back?” Whisperingly she repeat (ed them. She hadn’t been much past 18 then, a developed little thing for that age with almost too much of the woman about her, There was too much of an alr of knowing, some- thing tragic in the droop of her shoulders. All thru the years th followed when she saw gir? young with that air of know that pitiful dreop, she run after them and te" } | | em eane THE ONE-MAN WOMAN RUTH AGNES ABELING HOMEBOUND, REVIEWS HAPPY DAYS OF YOUTH yomewher to a mother who wouldn't say: What—you back?” Kate had brushed past her mother hat day and had gone to the little room under the eaves. There, among the things she had known in those «lad days before she had measured her strength against a city, crted, Perhaps, if her mother had gone then to the room Ander the eaves, everything, in Kate Ward's life would have been different. But her mother had cucumbers to put up, the kitchen to sweep and neighbors to gossip with, So 18-year-old Kate Mung down on the blue and white patchwork quilt, erled It out alone, Cried it out until her heart was void of tears and couldn't ache any more. Kate Ward never cried after that day—not once during all of the peyiious months which followed, Finally she washed away the races of tears, followed the wash \e with daubs of pink, and sat m quietly to wait. “he woulda't go downstairs, She'd she i: a ae sided Ln ta cn a et ne igri bw ian ade haa hee keno AAS sty I suppose I'll have to send sort of a charm, but I'll send some good advice along with it Just watt until dusk, As the supper hour neared sh« heard her father's voice and then 1) tened as his heavy boots clumpec over the kitchen door. He wasn He went to his cupboard coming up. But then, the door out @ small object that her room was closed and she wouldn’ stone. he said, hand have opened it anyway, She won to Nancy. “Give him this - dered for a second what she would have done if he had come up anc opened the door, She decided she would have slipped under the bed Just there her heart almost softened nere were tears on the verge ¢ being She fought with herself And came cut winner, if a ttle hardened She had never got along very well with her mother. And perhaps ®he shouldn't have gone to the city Then there were the tales that drift ed back. Part of them true, too, But weren't mothers and homes supposed to be things you could al ways count on? The other girls said that was true, And she had started back from the city with such a vow to be good forever and forever! But—"What—you back?” him it won't work unless he miles before breakfast every ing apd lives on one meal a aj til the time of the race. must work more and stop much.” A week later a whistle ad low the tree where the Green lived. Nancy and Nick (who helping) and the kind looked down, And there was 1 thin as a rail, but PY. “T wont I won!” he cried, " put me in the thin man's rac stead of the fat man's and Do you want your charm bac Wizard?" : The Green Wizard laughed. * may keep it, Wally,” he cried. “Here,” he said, handing it to Nancy. “Give him this” She hardened under the lash of ft and she hated! met Wally Woodchuck to) “Humph!" exclaimed the Green te oe a It was dark when 18-year-old said Nancy to the Green| Wizard, He hadn't lived in the tree- i Katie dropped the little traveling tops for a hundred years or more bag out of the window. In a few} “And what does he want?” asked |for nothing. He has seen enough of Wally and his ancestors to know that they were as lazy as all get out—tf you ‘know how lazy that is. “Aren't you going to give it to him?” asked Nick. “He'll be disap- pointed if you don't.” “Like all selfish people,” declared the wizard a bit crossly, . “That's why he's so fat. He never does any- minutes she swung from the sill and dropped the short distance to the soft earth below, Off down the shadowy path she went, Katie was once more on the open road. the kind fairy gentleman, knowing how greedy Wally is and: how he's always wanting something. He says there is to be a picnic in Hright Meadows and everybody is asked, And he is going to be in the fat man's race and wants you to send him a charm so he'll win the prize.” (To Be Continued) (Copyright, 1922, by Seattle Star)