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- Se ake mann RA ARLE 7A OE SER RE LE A)! * wr Pa vee eis t : + a eee Sinister Islan Scientific Sprague By FRANCIS LYNDE guishing his lamp with evident re- luctance, The daylight, however, brought Miller’e cheerfulness back to him, He wae early on deck, scanning the duned expectantly; but the girl aid 0%, net come to the beach that morning. Miller wag sorry. He grew discon- tented, A emall gasoline launch rounded the end of the island at eight o'clock, Miller reawakened to a sense of in- terest as it chugged noisily in the di- rection of the Dart. It probably held Morgan, By deft questioning he might learn something of the girl's NEA QuieT lla! CAME HERE To REST Aw THE ROOMS ARE QuieT SiR THe HOTEL Dei, Mest & Co.) a1, to CHAPTER I. The Haunting Fear. MILLER had lonfed eouthward from New York for the winter on his debtor's orders. He had decided on Captatn’s Inland, | off the Florida coast, as his abiding place, because hig chum, Anderson, and the latter’a wife, Molly, were wintering there, Miller picked up a emall cruising launch, the Dart, at Allairvilie, hired @ “native” named Tony to run it for him, and set out for Martinbury, the Searest mainiand town to Captain's Island. At Martinbury he began to notice that folk looked queer when Captain's’ Island was mentioned. His boatman, Tony, all but refused to go thither with him. And, when at last he arrived off the island at nightfall, Anderson Bet him at the door with the face of one who has seen a ghost. Miller managed to draw from hie friend the fact that the tnthna nad @ bed name. It had once been a pirate resort, and there were pirate built Rouses still standing. Also there was 4 tale of an Arab girl killed there by a Birate or by a@ alaver, and of ghostly apparitions, The place was full of @nakes, too. At the isiand’s far end was a camp of oysterm: A lank, mysterious eherman in a rotten looking tub llved on the lagoon. A Northerner Bamed Morgan and his daughter—a not, indeed, aay to Morga: your daughter on the beach yester- day?’ But he remembered he shared the secret of those early morning ex- cursions with her, Moreover, his ef- fort with Anderson had convinced him that’he could not speak casually of her, bar ~4 tire Morgan was a small man, past @ on! building fifty, with stout, pleasent face and Of chill, decay, and al a ready smile. He stepped aboard, pare. and clinging robe of soft, white stuff, bending forward to the breeze, gazing across the waves, she might have been a figure, animated and released from a Grecian marble. Her hair, un- loosed, was yellow and reached be- MOTHER Bry RICKED NE furnished, Miller was who was called “queer’—were [OW her waist. breese lifted | iM THE Introducing himself eastly. r) we anderseny nearest neweuore * Vagrant. ‘strands which the sun SLATS Arodueing Nimmwelt eAaty. ve care Cy thete pool's iatening caught and turned to gold. And when to be disturbed. I thi his presence ought I'd run Anderson frankly said that he and ah turned, as thoug! parlor to library to the kitchen. over and see. I live in the house at even to hig wife were afraid, The big old had been communicated to her. in the end of the island. name's cokuina house they occupied seemed S0me exceptional munner, he saw Mo: ” that she was beautiful with face. So they stared at each other for moment across the sand. His @; wavered. With # strong effort he forcea them back to hers. He was pete Rd oat Lyell by her un- expec ‘ace, by her ateady regard. ‘The phrases he had formed, bis woee. be ead “I'm giad you've come, swered warmly, “I hoped e from that delightful house would.” “L iy ee you're cruising up the * Mort coas! L ag wal “Yea—anchored here night before last. I find it so attractive I'm in no great hurry to go on, ‘organ laughed. uncanny, Their servants had re- fuped, point blank, to stay there. J their native man-of-all-work, was equally scared, And a day or two eariler Apderson’s pet cat had been found, "| fasrerionsly killed, on the path in the strip of woodland separat.ng the coquina house from Morgan's dwell- Mra. ing. Anderson thought the snakes must be getting over thetr fright at the outeider’s presence and waxing ler announced that he would stay on board the Dart that night, romising to come to the coquina jouse next morning. Convinced that he could not sleep, Miller lay brooding over Anderson's story, sympathizing under the stress of this night more and more with Anderson and Molly. Toward morn- +; however, he must have dropped off, for when he opened his eyes the low gun was shining through the The charnel house atmosphere ad been dissipated. The Dart lay on an even keel. Tony was up. The weloome odor of coffee entered the etate-room. Slipping on his bathrobe, Miller hurried to the de jumped over- board, and fought that racing tide until it was om the point pf van- quishing him. When he was dressed Tony brought him his coffee. He sat on deck sip- ping it, calmly appraising his sur- Toundings, almost gleefully aware of the retreat of last n! fancies. He could. see the fisherman's boat hored @ third of a mile away, close to” shore of the island. it was, Anderson had said, low, filthy, apcient; but its deck was empty, its owner nowhere to be seen. eyes followed the tangled But the thicket was unbroken as far as two gigantic mounds of white sand which stretched near the river end of the island and evidently separate the inlet. From the tide Miller knew there must be an opening to the sea somewhere down there. Probably the inlet made a sweep to the east and ran out between the mounds and the dunes. The tradi- tion that buccaneers had used the in- let was perfectly understandable to Miller. Screened from the marshes by the island and from the sea by the dunes, with a heavy fall of tide, it had been an {deal spot for the screen- ing of pirate craft. The sun was higher now in a clear sky behind the dunes. The white grains and the polished sea shells here and there gliinted jewel-like in Its rays. On the summits tufts of long, slender grass waved languidly in @ light breeze. It was already warm. Tony came up and took the cup and saucer. He was about to descend when he paused with a long intake of breath. That same pallor came into his face, that same fixed terror into hie cyes as he stared across the dunes. “What are you gaping at now Miller asked good-naturedly. The lips opened. Tony whispered: “Look! In—in white During that outburst of yesterday there had been, Miller recalled, some- thing about a woman in white, pre~ aumably the shade of the Algerian, smiled, ba Sosy ‘Tory! Not by broad day- light. You only make yourself ridicu- “Look!” Tony repeated. He pointed. Miller xazed across the dunes, shad- ing his eyes, There was something there, close to the sea; something white; something that moved—a man or a girl. wie sprang up. Laughing, he jumped to the lower deck and drew in the ‘s one ghost I'll lay for you, ‘Tony. . : “Don't go," the native begged. Miller stepped into the bout, pushed off, and with « few atrong strokes reached the dunes. He was curlou: He reacted to an exciting {mpula Who was this early morning adven- turer In white who moved across an empty shore? It might be the girl of whom Anderson had spoken—that “queer” girl about whom he bad maintained so puzzling & reserve. He hurried among the dunes, no longer able to see the figure in white. But he remembered where it had stood, not more than quarter of a mile away. He crossed rapidly in that direction, pausing only when the advisability of caution impr ned him, It would not do to assume the usual at Captain's Island, It was far from ordinary that the girl 1d ‘be there at all, clothed 1 his fem outa offer her a, welco ‘would offer he: i She inight try to elude him. Yet he had je a boast of the affair to Tony. He wanted to convince ‘Tony and himself that 1 was not eNtneee nee sore ce, He planned, Hom the dunes to the beach almo at her elbow, but at the last dune too , fascinated by what ww thus at close range. she wast rye girl, uot more than twenty, he thought, although ‘at firet he couldn't see her face. aot ah as ts ter. hope of glimpsing W ons, were forgotten. though im that iret 1 closed hia mind to éverything ex- cept her physical presence, waich, after all, seemed scarcely physical. A wild thougot api against bis reason, Tony's Cork His talk of the woman in white! He would prove that if only to convince Tony. So, sea and sky laughing at him, he stepped forward. She relaxed her curving pose, mov- ing back until the water was foaming at her feet. Then be saw that her feet were bare. It had been only a moment, yet he knew he must speak. He succeeded haltingly. “You'll forgive the curiosity of a Crusoe. My man sald you must be a ghost, I'd like’—— He broke off, because his voice he were ad- mocked him as thoug! dressing emptiness. Her face had shown no change. He ay aware of # barrier be- The feelin, was tweeh them. Afterwards, when he reviewed t. encounter, he was amazed, worried. STOP THAT on, hen the impulse comes, think of us and resiet it, A Ddoat in the iniet is an event. Yours is tho first in three months.” Miller nted the apparently. deserted fisherman's craft. Morgan LL HANE You For DINNER BEFORE shrugged his shoulders, A shadow crossed his face, PIFFLE's “No company. A sour native, You THANKSGIVING: see the Andersons and my household are the whole community. Have you the Andersons?” He only knew that the voice of cus- tom had been silent, and that he had answered to a new voice which he had not dreamed of questieni © had this voice come, had it reached him” He t himself that it was the d eo back to Tony with his boast fulfilled beyond agrument, for otherwise Tony would not have understood, would not have believed. But thi ing. It might have jation On @ deserted beach and challenge of her flight. Or, since | puzzled him most, that feeling of a barrier could have been responsible, At any rate the world narrowed for a few moments to the strip of beu and du It contained only himseit rl who ran from him as though he had violated a perpetual and prized solitude. He determined to come up with her and dispel her selfish fancy. “Wait!” he called. “I only want to ask" He ran. Although he knew he should be able to catch up with her almost immediately, she gained at first. And against this feeling of @ barrier his determination strength. ened, He ran stumblingly, his hands held in front of him, a growing stuh- borness whipping him on. He went faster, He forgot to call out reasaur- ingly, With a startled glance over her shoulder she turned in and darted among the dunes. He followed, breathing bard, his mind closed, He saw her across the slope of a dune, not ten feet away. And now thy serene expression of her elfin face aitered. There was fear in her eyes. Ho wondered afterward that he had not spoken to her then. But the bar- rier Was down, Nothing remained but the end which her inexcusable flight had made necessary. ed more than ever’ that she very lovely. ‘But you—why did you follow me?” ene gsked. He considered. vincing answer. “Perbap: it was because I wanted to alter the bad opinion your flight suggested. Frankly, it was an im- 1 can’t say where it came He had no con- ‘You should not have followed me,” she said gravely. Bhe arose. ow you will let me so.” Wait!” He laughed lightly. “Since you recall my ability to catch you, please don't make me ex- ercise it immediately.” “What do you wish of me?" she asked with a show of anger, “Please sit down and tell me of yourself. Can you blame me for be- ing curious?” Her anger died. She laughed back at him. She sat down, Wad you want so little,” 1 she hen what were you doing on this deserted strip of sand?” She flushed. “I often come—to awim, The ocean is better than the inlet for that.” “Better, perhaps, but not as safe. The undertow—" “It is safe.” she cried, and | are friends.” “There ix something elusive about you. It 1s hard to ask ordinary ques? tions. But where have you come from? Where do you live?” Yet he knew, or he thought he knew, when he asked her. you that, too?” “The sea The end came sooner than he had = “it ts very important.” expected. he walked around Why?" she asked, the dune. carted . He ‘an't you guess? I want to see you turned as though he would the again.” other way to head her off. Shestopped, "No," she said, Suddenly he swung, and, Yes. It isthe only possible sequel. ware of t! tt flesh be- And if you make me run after you, the robe, ped her arma He laughed ner- vously, Ho stared at her wide e; and at her face from which the color had fled. She strained u neath above the elbows. him, yet and ttle strength in her effort. let her go. Covering her face, she sunk back against the slope of the dune, while he sand, whispering, slipped past her, She drew her bare feet beneath her robe, Her hair fell forward vell- ing her face and hhnds, “How could you do that?” asked, Her voice was so low and soft he scarcely heard it. Oddly, the question held ne reproach. . she e I was frightened.” “That is not the reason,” he said conclusively. “You were not fright- rat when you ran up the your face. ed, waid. “I cannot le to He remembered Tony and the boat a quarter of a mile away, the Island, the lantation, Anderson and Molly, How d he ever accomplished this abhor- preni rent thing? He gus his fingers in the sand, and watched the grains form minute, tiful patterns, He scarcely da look at her. He was appalled, ashamed, ally, you shouldn't have run like said apologetically. “You not an ba s you ought to tell me where to run.’ She was troubled, She spoke al- most inaudibly, “You must not run after me again.” “Where, then?” he urged. She hesitated. She poi the dunes. “On Captain's Island?” “Yes, “In the plantation house?” She nodded. “Then you rowed acrogs the inlet You didn't see my boat?” “L rowed across the upper end. If 1 had seen your boat I would have “For once," he laughed, “the Dart's insignificance js triumphant. And your father—-he encourages these dangerous excursions?” “They are not dangerous, I tell you the sea and Tare friends. Besides"——-~ She smiled, “I think you haven't looked at your watch,” He drew out his watch, searcely half past 6. “But if [ don't go quickly IT might not be able to come bace again.’ Miller arose, “Then, of court eecret must be kept. might sta, seom Inclined It was e Only & little longer, to forgive my incom- ible impulse-—my schoolboy ‘ 4. ou “Don't see me azain,” she “I shall call at the plantation, will be there? You will see me?” She would not meet his eyes, “Don't see me again.” “But why? I wish it very much. ‘Will you see me when I call?” “L don't know. I don't know,” she “You will see me,” her ad She ran lightly away from him. Once she glanced back, then she was lost to sight among the dunes, CHAPTER II. Jake’s Premonition. JANDS in his pockets, Miller @ased across the rolling di He moved once or twice, seeking a less ob- structed view, hoping to see the girl's graceful figure again. At last he filled his pipe and amoked thoughtfully, questioning the whole extraordinary encounter until @ sense of its unreality swept him. But this he fought back. It was not what he wished. Granted that his pursuit had been arbitrary and inexplicable even to himself, he desired it to remain a thing accomplished, @ corner stone. Yet was it possible he had thrown a command in his 1 words to her, and, looking int ber eyes, had read obedience! Certainly he had dealt with no » but a ghost, he felt, might puzzled him less than this ir’ girl of whom Anderson had spoken with such reserve, Queer, she undouvtedly was, and he was by no means aure that in some obscure way his own queer at toward her might not be laid door, Hut he was convinced that he had shot wide of the mark when he had asked Anderson if she was off her head. He walked back toward the inlet. All at once he realized he had not asked her her name. The last he Knew, but it would have been plea ant to have heard her reply, to ha known her first name, to have judg whether it fitted her unconformab! personality. Suddenly be laughed, wet, bedr 4 figure skulking among He saw a rit the dunes in his direction, “Stand up, my valiant Tony, called, | “Your rescue party's supe appreciated the man's de- Yotion in swimming from the Dart tu bring him aid against the unknown. When he paddied up, wringing U water from hig sbirt, Miller tapped ¥, bis shoulder. “I assure you, Tony, that ghost is flesh and blood; flesh and” The fact needed no iter: soft yielding of her arms beneath his grasp had come back to him. The last veatige of unreality fled from the adventure. He led Tony to the dingy, whistling cheerily, Ho breakfasted later with « huge appetite. He realized he was « lad Captain's nd was what it was rather than what he had fancied it purault"—— before receiving Anderson's letter. He broke off, a little bewildered, His happy humor lasted all morn- “There is a good deal I'd like to ing, Had he tried he could not ha' ask you,” he went on, “It has been very unusual, “Very-—unusual,” ehe repeated un- ge: certainty, he even forgot bis set purpose En took pak yes in fares ell. o ming the Seneca ‘® tub, anid, “t eball eve which, at when were pow asada" a ‘te clane of’ After luncheon hi ns ouay sree Molly aad Anderson, but it was 4 o'clock before he saw a rowboat put out from shore. Even at that dis- tance he recognized his friends and the man, Jake, at the oa: He stood at the rail until Tony had grasped the painter and helped them to the deck. Molly's appearance shocked Miller had done the more than Anderson's day before. She was scarcely thirty, and he had always known her as @ level-headed, ' light-hearted woman, unacquainted with life's darker as- Pp and determined, as far as pos- sible, to hold them at arm's length, Yet t looked old. There were gray lines in her hair. Her man- ner was nervous. She appeared too slender for her clothe: The same constraint that had come to him at his first glimpse of Ander- polled his meet to throw But Jake, when he m, added to it. In re- sponse to his cheery greeting, Jake whispered: “Thank God, you're here, Mr. Mil- H. ler, Make them gO away, There's death on the isiand. You feel it. If MA, don’t leave it's going to find some of uw Miller couldn't smile in the face of bag a aoe vation. “Don't tell me you're getting old and fanciful, Jake.” He turned away brusquely. He led Anderson and Molly below to display Nis comforts, But when, with the alr of a museum guide, he ted out the four French prints, Molly sank om one of the tapestry cushions, hid her face, and began to cry. Anderson put bis hand on her shoulder, while Miller leoked on helplessly, his morning's oh evaporating, cleared his throat, ia Molly: checked her outburst. “Don't laugh at me, Jim, Wait until you've been in our house—until you've ol there just one night.” angle for an Invitation in @ few wiser, I suppose,” ‘ha! Ander- said, “But returo our call te- son morrow.” Molly sighed. “It we could only have Jim im the house, Some one normal, with @ will, and no nerves to speak of." “We'll let Jim do as he thinks best,” Anderaon ans: “Molly,” Miller said, ‘did either An- dy or you know you had nerves before ‘ou came to Captain's Island? When it bite back at you this way stub- bornneéss is a vice.” “You're the lagt one to say that,” she answered. “You of all people! uu would have stayed.” T ve no belie! ‘Ni we,” abe sald, we didn't have—one Is si of noth: ing here. Walt until you've stayed a@ few days, then repeat that with conviction. "ll try, and remember this Is medi- cine, 80 you must #wallow it like good children—I find the place attractive, heertul.” “As we did.” Anderson said, “when bs) eaw it at fret on « bright day like ia” “You forget,” Miller replied, “I came in at dusk last evening, and it stormed.” “And last night!" Mally cried. “You st night? You were felt naming, n eatisied? You were giad to be here?” Miller stared back without answer- cheerfulness ed, in the super- — with this 94 “Or y “You ahe said with - viction, “and soon even the sweotes days will be colored for you like that.” # wonder,” he said softly, le suggested that they hav tea on deck, but Molly was pacioun es remain in the saloon. There, she ined, she aaw for the 0 peal iret tim: no reminders of Captat iuston by lead- ation to friends PPY experiences e. they prepared to leave nee that touched him. When they had reached the deck Siler S]gncea iy Tony and Jake for- 5 lo realized tmmediat mistake in leaving t) Dalene tor gether. § Th the island, while Tony lumaily, ap. loosing indifferently, almost Proached the task of Painter. After Molly had entered the row- boat Miller yielded to his curlosit: le overcame his embarrassment, He drew Anderson to the opposite rail. “There's some truth,’ confessed. “in what Molly ald down there. [ did experience some discomfort last night during the storm, but of course it was the loneliness, the oppressive atmosphere, this vicious tide.” “I was afraid you might feel it,” Anderson answered, “although I'd hoy a owe wens vid it.” lothing leveloped since we talked yesterday?” Miller asked. “Nothing—the night at the coquina house was more than usually dis- turbed. That's all.” “Well—let's see—that girl of whom veAuderson’ ait eg a ‘Totarsetes, Ne! up, inte . Miller lowered his voice to a halting whisper. “lan't there something more you tell me about her?” ou haven't seen her?’ anked quickly. Miller couldn't go the whole way. Hither a sense of discomfort caused by his attivude towards the girl, or a desire to isolate the knowledge of the adventure to its two protagonists, mane him glide over Anderson's ques. jon, “I'm only more curious since I've seen the place. You can't blame me, Such @ girl as you describe, wander- ing about thie lonely island! Bince you think it beast I'll wait and see for myself, But her father—Mor he'll run out and do the honors “Of course,” Anderson said, “unioss that girl: ‘d “Always that girl!” Miller #aid ir- ritably, “Why do you make such an enigma of her?” - “Beca: Anderson answered simp- “that ie what she is—an enigma, mystery; and, after all, I c¢aidn’t tell you much beyond that,” CHAPTER Ill. The Snake's Strike. T wae clear end atill that night. Although he was not entirely free from the op- pressive, indefinable sensa- tions of the previous eve- ning, Miller slept better. Tony, on his part, behaved in the same dis- turbing manner, sitting silent and motioniess in the kitchen doorway until Milles wens ta ded, then extia- Anderson hey rowed out yesterday.” jow that you know us all you anz- must let us see 4 lot of “T want to,” Miller sald. “I'm lous to look at that old place yours, It maet mere, a hg ne . ‘oo mic! ry,’ cy my! and rily. “Still It doesn’t do to run down one's own possessio: * larly when economy chains one to Come when you wish. Natur- iy" you're ever likely to find me far chatting, pressed manam Morgan remained, only a few minutes. Miller him to stay, for the litth him with his genial al humor. Morgan, saying he had pi Sandport with Anderson that morn- ing. "Ks he watched the launch disap- pear around the bend Miller lost pa- tience with himself. Why had he found it !mponible to speak of the girl to her father? That afternoon, at least, he would take himself in hand. He would open a campaign. He would call on the Andereons early, and af- terwards return Morgan's ci He had told the girl to see him at thi plantation house, and he recalled the hrinking obedience in‘ her eyes. If he did not see her ho would throw off ils unaccustomed embarrassment. He would force himself to speak of her to Morgan. As soon as he had hunched he told to row him ashore, They landed rter of a mile below the fisher man’s tub, He directed Tony to re turn to the Dart, He sald he would hail him when he wished to leave the island, Then he took the path which Anderson had indicated. Stunted cedars and oaks met in a thick roof overhead, and an_ unde! growth of scrub palmettos and cree; ing vines was tangled waist-high be- tween t makes wa: trunks. The thought of inevitable, An army of them might have lurked unseen within foot of where he walked, He stepped looking at the ground, keep- ra open. re he had gone half a mile the ath widened into a small clearing m the rear of which the coquina house rose with grey, uncomprom ing solidity. The trees cast heavy shadows across its square front, and over the roof of the tiny stable to Its left, Miller paused. The agent hi been right. This was lonelier, more enolowed than Morgan's place. Molly had evidently been on the lookout, for she ran eagerly down the verandah him. “Sim! come,” she called “Where's Andy?” he asked, taking you'va sign some papers, You can Imagine how he hated It. If he hadn't known you_were coming”— “But he'll get back on the little boat this afternoon?” ‘Unless this business positively chains him. In that case he thought you would change your plans and atay there with Jake and m ‘Of course ['d That woul be necessary." “We'll know a little after six,” she sald, ‘Mr. Morgan went far on Sandport with him to or some things for us both. I've been expect- ing him to come by. She laughed uncomfortably, “You see, Jim, I've been stark alone in this ghastly place singe lunch- on.” “Jak he asked. “Ho started for a walk.” “Here! Without company! ered yesterda: “Jake,” she sald, “Is trying to ripen an acquaintance with the Morgans’ cook. You're right. Nothing less compelling would draw him ao far afield alone on this island, And it's euch a bright day I didn’t think I'd mind his going, T urged him to go, A little relaxation—a little something cheering to think about—-you don't know what that means to him, Jim. He ought to be back soon. Miller turned toward the veranda, but Molly seemed to prefer the clear- ing. She made excuses for lingering there, pointing out the small view of the tnlet which Jake had achleved by cutting @ a few of the thickest trees,, and deseribing the canvases which Anderson had plang 4 but had been unable to carry throfgh, "Why, whea the Was working.” Miller asked, “didn't you tear out that mass of undergrowth which threatens T gath- . an. hour, 2 he stepped into the 6 clearing. The doubt became FOr course said. “What - & you think? oe is: “Then don't,” Molly begged. “Yeu Mustn’t. But aida’ upetatrat wit your ae for and bah yey! ys 8 ° lo picked up ¢ 9: Molly had poured and) vy wih at Sas ek en =. a indy were this!” Molly sighed. “Did ‘he anything more?” E «a “He expected to cat down 9 Bandport” an “I bope nothing keepa * know'i'm getting worried: Yaak” imagine where Jake ia J thinks 2. walked over to flirt with your es twinkled, ¢ 43 Mint ne paid tad “Thal 6 said, “adds to the a ue eae oer a ae of, “But it isn’t.Iike him,” she saié une.’ easily. “He doesn’t know about you two, He wouldn't be likely: to ieaverr me gione hd Jong.” tis ets ime is no match ~ skirmishing,” Miller aaid.,: bere 324 Yet, watching Molly, he saw her, pg te" Reese ly, ne en, therefore, Mo! arose he asked if he might nowt accompany him. ‘ “| had promised myself ta call oa” wa anne noon he: 3; “an wi unt Derre, a niga Saeee fa - 7. “Company t that ple . Jroodn” Morgan sald, “is alwagn a easing.” \ es iy - turned to Molly, bv. shouldn't see him I'll report here immediately, if I may.” “If you would—" she said, relieved. He joined Morgan at the foot-of the steps, They crossed the clearing and walked down the path to the shore” where he oa landed. os “Tm §' "ve a guide,” Miller said, Mere, Janene, F . “I'm glad to have some one guide, Wait until you've oon tae? yea hi yen shore to the quarters, it woul oa 8 < Darkest Africi ead vl » “I've noticed,” Miller said with ar» smile, “that you dwellers in this placge to its loneliness surprisingly.” 5 prided my resistance,” Mors « answered, “but the Andersons I have had a long winter of I—1 think the place has gotten a little, on our nerves. Don't you judge any - of us shly young man, you've been here a reasonabl time yourseli you'll get our stan stance, while I'm not the least s stitio the path we are going take from the shore to the old quart- ers has an unpleasant effect on all. It comes down this: We. prefer to walk it by day. Why? I can only. repeat f: don't know, I have no belief in the abnormal.” They had reached the shore, Mor-) gan pointed to an opening in. the jungle. “There's the path, Maybe you'll see what IT mean.” (To Be Continued.) vor ovaries el GOING VACATION? a complete up-to-date novel week's reading! Have The Bva- ning World sent to your sunxe mer address, R