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; The Evening World Daily Magazine, Saturda _ (Copstight, the Frank A, Mansey Co.) BYNOPsI8 OF PRECEDING CHAPTERS, "p04 pnyaies! Smmnstroaltien One “ot the oe ee Fark oS custo. wopating a Nosh attended ie Sot, cs river thare, by, right ae ‘overs Vou et arian to shore, ‘and Maxon find ber, “'No, 13°" contiouss hie CHAPTER Xiil. (Continued,) Jungle Treasure. IRESENTLY the old Malay “came down to the water's edge, very warily, though, and asked the men whom they might be. When they had given ‘ their names he was relieved. He sent them on to his tribe with a message, Von Horn ran to a bend of the river beyond and hailed the boat as it passed. He prevailed upon the na- tives to take him aooard. When Ninaka down the river trai! Bulan lay specu- Jating upon thie strange actions he oad witnessed. As be lay thus, half dozing, hfs at tention was attracted by a althy rustling in the bushes near by, and as he watched he was dumfounded to see (Von Horn creep out into the moon- moment later the man was fol- Jowed by two Dyaks. The three stood conversing in low tones pointing re- Ppeatedly at the spot where the chest hidden. Bulan could understand ‘but litte of their conversation, but it ‘was clearly evident that the German was urging some pro-osition to which the warriors demurred. Suddenly, without an instant’s ‘Warning, Von Horn drew his gun, wheeled, and fired pointblank, first at one of his comnanions, then at the other. Both men fell in their tracks, and scarcely had the pungent odor of the powder smoke reached Bulan's nostrils ere the white man had plunged into the jungle and disap- peared. Failing in his attempt to undermine the loyalty of the two Dyaks, Von Horn had chosen the only other way to keep the knowledge of the where- abouts of the chest from Barunda'’s unele and Muda Saffir, and now hi ant was to e cape the vengeance of the head- hun! ers and return to the long-house be- fore his absence should be detected. There he could form a party of na- tives and set out to regain the chest after Muda Saffir and Barunda’s uncle had given up the quest. As Von Horn dropped swiftly down the river In the same sampan that had brought him up he passed two large war-proas forging rapidly up the stream. : the treasure he hastened to the long-house, and, rous- ng the chief of the tribe who domi- clled there, explained that necessity required that the raja have at once | ‘two war-proas fully inanned. “Three men with parangs may CHAPTER XIV. Bulan’s Booty. HEN Muda Saffir turned from the two Dyaks who had brought him news of easily quict the old man, the China- >! man, and the German,” he said, “and then we can take the girl along with ” Virginia slept In a room with three women, d it was to this apartment that the chief finally con- gented to despatch two of his war- riors, The men crept noiselessly with- in the pitch-dark interior unUl they 23 to the sleeping form of one of her, “Where is the white girl?” asked of the men in a low whisper. “Muda Saffir has sent us for her. Tell her that ber father is very sick and wants her but do not mention Muda name, lest she might not ‘ome, Enmediately without the two war- riors stood upon the varanda awaiting thelr victim and as Virginia passed fhrough the doorway she was seized roughly from either side, heavy hand was clapped over her mouth, before she could make even an \ effort to rebel she had been dragged \ fa. the end of the veranda, down the .—metohed log to the ground. .&4 moment later she found herself in @ war-proa, which was immediately pushed into the stream. Where Von Horn and his two Dyak aides had landed, Muda Saffr's disembarked and plunged into jungle. Rapidly they hastened along the well known trail toward the point designated by the two messen- gers, to come upon the spot almost simultaneously with the party under Barunda’s uncle, who, startled by the two shots several hours previously, been cautiously searching through ‘the jungle for an explanation of them. « They had gone warily, for fear that whey might stumble upon Ninaka’s party before Muda Saffir arrived wito reinforcements; and but just now had they discovered the prostrate forins of their two compan| Now, Bulan had been an Interested witness of all that transpired. Number still slept, mot having been roused even by the shots fred by Von Horn, Bulan himself had dozed after the departure of the German, but the ad- vent of Barunda’s uncle with his fol- lowers had awakened him, and now the lay wide-eyed and alert as the Reoond party, under Muda Saffir, de- bouched from the mouth of the jun- gle trail into the clearing. ke a great cat, Bulan drew him- golf cautiously to all fours—every herve and muscle taut with the ex- cltement of the moment. Before him vA saw a hundred and fifty ferocious eo head hunters, armed with pa- ‘ngs, spears and sumpitan: most bi sole At his back slept two ral upport @gelust the awiul odds Be must aoe _— ureatures — his “*TARZAN'S” Author Tells a Stirring Tale of Love and Hate in the Jung ar Rice Burrou had disappeared ®! Three and Number Twelve girl, FFFVISS PISS SOOT OSES before he could hope to succor the divinity whose image was enshrined in bis simple heart. ie nudged Number Twelve, ‘Silen: he whispered, and: “Come! The girl is sere, We must save her, Kili the men,” and the same to the hairy and terrible Num- ber Three, The girl's guards had stepped for- ward with the others to juin in the discussion that followed the dying ng statement of the murdered warrior, leaving her upon the outer fringe of the crowd, Bulan glided forward nolselessly from the darkness, took her hand and led her toward the jungle. She saw Be wae rey fees eo wil- ingly with him. Two tic shapes were at his heels, pe Scarcely had they covered half the distance before one of the Dyaks whose duty it had been to guard the girl discovered she was gone, With a cry be alarmed his fellows, and in another instant arp pair: ft eyes caught the movement of the fours-who had now broken Into a run, With savage shouts the entire force of head hunters sprang in pursuit. Bulan lifted Virginia in bis arms aud dashed on ahead of Number Twelve and Number Three, A shower of po'-oned darts blown from half a hundred sumpitans fell about them. Then Muda Saffir called to his warriors to cease using th.ir deadly blow-pipes lest they kill the rl. Into the jungle dashed the four, while close behind them came tie howling pack of enraged savages. Now one closed upon Number Thi 0 only to fall back dead with @ broken neck as the giant fingers releas«d their hold upon him, A parang swung close to Number Twelve; but bis own, which he had now learne! to wield with fearfu: ef- fect, clove through the pursuing war- rior’s skull, splitting bim wide to the breastbone. Thus they fought the while they forced their way deeper and deeper into the dark mazes of the entangled vegetation. One by one, Bulan’s two attendant monsters we: in. Bi Jon, carrying the girl, ran o1 where a wall Diocked the canyon tratl. There he.turned, winded, to await the oncoming foe, Here was a spot where a single man might defy an army, and Bulan been quick to see the natural advantages of it. He placed the girl upon her feet be- hind & protruding shoulder of the canyon's wall, which rose to a consid- erable distance still above them, Then he turned to face the mob that was surging up the narrow pathway toward him. . At his feet lay an accumulation of broken rock from the hillside above, and as a spear sped, singing, close above his shoulder the occurrence urKested a use for the rough and wed missiles which lay about him in_such profusion. Many of the pieces were larme, weighing twenty and thirty pounds, and some even as much as fifty pounds and more. Missile after missile Bulan rained down upon the struggling, howling Dyaks, until, seized by panic, they turned and fled Incontinently down into the depths of the canyon and back along the narrow trail through which they had come. “Thank Heaven!" cried Virginia, fervently. “Thank Heaven you are a I thought that T was tn the man! clutches of the hideous and eoulless monster, Number Thirteen!" . The smile upon the young man's face died. An expression of pain and hopeless- ness and sorrow swept across his fea- tures, “Who are you,” she asked, “to whom I owe my_safety?” “T am Bulan,” he sald at fast in a tone so low that It was scarcely audl- 8. “Bulan!” repeated the girl. “Ru- lan! Why, that {s a native name, You are either an Englishman or an Amer- jean. What ts your true name?" “My name is Bulan.” he insisted hen let me thank you, Mr, Bu- she sald, “for the service that you have rendered a etrange and helpless woman,” He smiled. “Just Bulan,” he said. “There ts no need for miss or mister in the savage jungle, Virginia.” The girl flushed at the sudden and unexpected use of her given name, and was sprprised that sho was not offended, “How do you know my name?" she asked, “I ved upon the tsland near your fathe?’s camp,” he sald. “I knew you all—by sight.” “How long have you lived there?” asked the girl “We thought the island uninhabited.” “All my lfe,” replied Bulan, truth- fully, “It is strange,” ehe mused. “I oan- not understand it. But the monsters! How is it that they followed you and obeyed your commands?" Bolan touched the bull-whip that hung at his side, “Von Horn taught them to obey he sald, le used that upon them?” cried the girl in horror, “It was the only way,” said Bulan, “They were almost brainless, They could understand nothing else, for they could not reason.” Virginia shuddered, » they now—the balance " she asked, “They are dead, poor things!” he replied sadly. “Poor, hideous, un- loved, enoving monsters—they gave up their lives for the daughter of the man who made them the awful, re- pulsive creatures that they were!" “What do you mean?" cried the “I mean that all have been killed searching for you and battling with your enemies, They were soulless creatures, but they loved the mean lives they gave up go bravely for you, whose father was the author of their misery, You owe a great deal to them, Virginia,” “Poor things!" murmured the girl, “Yet they are better off, for without brains or souls there could be no happiness in life for them, “My father did them a hideous wrong, but it was an unintentional wrong, His mind was crazed with dwelling upon the wonderful discov- ery he had made. If he wronged them, he contemplated a still more terrible wrong to be inflicted upon me, bin daughter,” $.SIR . FINEST AZOR MADE. Five DOLLARS ICAN‘T FINO THE CAN OPENER MAM THIS IS A DARN Goop CAN OPENER, y. Decemb USE NR JOHN'S OLD RAZOR _ HE HAS A NEW ONE “1 do not understand,” said Bulan, “It waa his intention to give me in marriage to one of hia soulless mon- sters—to the one he called Number Thirteen, Oh, it is terrible even to think of the hideousness of it! But, now they are all dead, he cannot do it, even though his poor mind, which seems well again, should suffer a relapse," A. moment's silence fell, Then: “Can you find the way to the long- house where my father is?" she asked. “We must eat first,” he replied in @ matter-of-fact tone, and not at all as though he was about to renounce his life's happiness, “and then we shall set out in search of your father, I shall take you to him, Virginia, if man can find him.” “I Knew that you would,” she said simply; “but how my father and I pid ie repay you I do not know— a?" es," said Bulan; but there was a rush of fire to his eyes that kept Vir- ginla from urging an explanation of just how she might repay him. When they had eaten the two set out once more in search of the river, and the confidence that is born of ignorance was theirs, 8o that beyond each succeeding tangled barrier of vines and creepers they looked to see the swirling stream that would lead them to the girl's father. When at last night closed down ‘upon them the girl waa, at heart, ter- ror-stricken, but she hid her true state from the man, because she caer, that their plight was no fault of his. The strange and uncanny noises of the jungle night filled her with the most dreadful forebodings, and when a cold, drizzling rain set in upon them her cup of misery waa full. Bulan rigged a rude shelter for her, making her lie down beneath it, and then he removed his Dyak war-coat and threw tt over her, but it waa hours before her exhausted body overpowerec her nervous fright and won a fitful and restless slumber, The next day with Its night, and the next, and the next were but repe- titions of the first. It had become an agony of suffering for the man to fight off sleep longer. It was on the fifth morning, when Virginia awoke, that she found Bulan rolling and tossing upon the wet ground before her shelter, delirious with fever, “What a noble and unselfish love yours has been,” she murmured, “You have even tried to hide it that my position might be easier to bear, and now that it may be too late f learn that I love you-that I have always loved you, “Oh, Bulan; my Bulan; what a cruel fate that permitted us to find one another only to die together.” CHAPTER XV. Sing and the Truth. OR a week Prof, Maxon, witb ‘Von Horn and Sing, sought for Virginia, They could get no help from the natives of the long-house, who feared the ven- geance of Muda Saffir should he learn that they had aided the white men upon his trail, For two days Bulan lay raving tn the delirium of fever, while the deli- cate girl, unused to hardships and exposure, watched over him and nursed him with loving tenderness and care of @ young mother with her first-born, For the most part the young giunt’ Saviigs were Inaruoulate, but now aud | "ein: then Virginia heard her name linked with words of reverence and worship, Then it was that she learned the truth of his self-sacrificing devotion. The thing that puzzled her most was the repetition of a number and a name which ran through all his delirium— “Nine-nlnety-nine, Priscilla,” She could make neither head nor tail of it, nor was there another word to give @ clue to its meaning, so at last, from constant repetition, it be- came a commonplace and she gave it no further thought, It was on the morning of the seventh day since they had com- menced their wandering In search of the long-house that, as she sat watch. ing him, she saw that his eyes rested upon her face with a look of recogni- tion, Gently she took his hand, and at the act he smiled up at her very weakly, “You are better, Bulan,” she sald. “You have been very sick, but now you shall soon be well again.” “And you have watched over me alone in the jungle for two days?” he asked incredulously, “Had it been for life," she sald in a low voice, “lt would scarce have re- paid the debt | owe you.’ “Lt wish that it haa been for life,” “Oh, Bulan,” she cried, “you must not say that, Why shouid you wish to die?” “Because I love you, Virginia,” he replied, “And because, when you know what 1 am, you will hate and joathe me.” On the girl's lips was an avowal of her own love, but a8 she bent closer to whisper the words in his’ear there came the sound of men crashing through the jungle, and as she turned to face the peril that she thought ap- proaching Von Horn sprang into view, while difectly behind him came her father and Sing Lee, Bulan saw them at the same in- stant, and as Virgina ran forward to greet her father he staggered weakly to his feet, Von Horn was the first to see the young giant, and with an oath sprang toward him, drawing his revolver as he came, “You beast!” he cried. “We have caught you at last!" At the words Virginia turned back toward Bulan with a little warning. and of horror. lose behind her, ‘Shoot the monster, Von Horn,” he ordered, “Do not let him escape.” At the same fnstant Von Horn pulled the trigger—the giant's head fell back—he staggered, whirled about, and crumpled to the earth just as Virginia Maxon'’s arms closed about him. Von Horn rushed close, and push- ing the girl aside pressed the muzzle of his gun to Bulan’s temple, but an avalanche of wrinkled, yellow skin was upon the German before he could pull the trigger a second time, and Sing had snatohed his weapon away, Like a tigress the girl turned upon the two white men. “You are murderers!” she cried. “Cowardly murderers, Weak and ex- hausted by fever he could not combat scream of Prof. Maxon You CAN USE MY OLD RAZOR FoR A CAN OPENER or PENCIL SHARPENER IF You WISH = | JUST BouGHT A NEW _ONE EXCLUSIVELY, FoR SHAVING 1 TOLD HER 7d USE YouR OLD RAZOR Just uKe CUTTING BuTTeR TOUGH LUCK! SHE Toole MY NEW ONE you, and 80 you have robbed the world of one of the noblest men that God ever created.” It was Van Horn who answered, “No God created that," he said, with a contemptuous glance at the shill body of the man at her feet, “He was one of the creatures of your father’s mad experiments—the soul- less thing for whose arms his insano obsession doomed you. ‘The thing at your feet, Virginia, was Numbor Thir- teen,” With a piteous litte moan the girl turned back toward the body of the young giant, A faltering step she took toward it, and then to the horror of her futher she sank upon her knees beside it and, lifting the man’s head in her arms, covered the face with st snes, “Varginia!” cried the “Are you mad, child?" “Tam not mad,” she moaned, “not dhim, Man or nster, it n all the same to me, professor. said the kindly old China- “Him no dlead,” and then, aw he poured a pinch of brownish pow~ der into the man's mouth from a tiny sack he had brought forth from the depths of one of his sleeves: “Him no mionster, either, Him allee same white man, Sing know,” “What do you mean by saying that he is not a monster?” demanded Von orn, “You waitee, you Diutchman,” cried Sing. “I tellee lot more I know. Y waltee I flixee him, and then I fil you, Bulan came to his senses, to find Virginia leaning over him. “They have not told you yet?” he ask: es," sho replied, “they have told me, but it makes no difference. You have given me the right to say It, Bulan, and I do say tt now again, be- fore them all. I love you, and that it all there is that makes any differ- ence.” A look of happiness lighted his face momentarily, only to fade as quickly fs it had o “No, Virginia,” he said sadly, “it would not be right. It would be wicked. Iam not a human being. 1 am only a soulless monster, You can not mate with such as I. You must &o away with your father, Soon you will forget m “Never, Bulan!” cried the girl de terminedly. The man was about to attempt to dissuade her, when Sing interrupted “You keepee still,” he sald, "You wait till Sing tellee, You no monster Maxon no makee you. Sing be find you in low bloat jus’ outside cove You dummy. Know nothing. No know namee, No know where comee fiom. No talkee, “Sing he jes’ hearee Maxon tellee Hornee ‘bout Number Thiirteen, How he makee him for Linee, Makee Linee ally him, Sing he know what kini ks Maxon makes, Linee alwi nod to old Sing, Sing he been peek- ing thiu clack In wallee, See blig vat ro Thiirteen glowing. w “Sing he takee you to Sing’s shack- ee that night, Sebetololets Hf you like to read the red-blooded romance of a red-blooded hero, don't miss THE FIGHTER By ALBERT PAYSON TERHUNE It Is Next Week’s Compiete Novel in The Evening Worid, And it i ee the Kind of Story You Like. READ IT, blr rier Hide you till evlybody sleep. Then he sneak you in workeo- shop, Kiekeo over vat. Leave you. Nex’ mlorning Maxon makee big hul- labaloo, Dance up and downec. Whoop! Thiirteen clome too soo: but allright, him fines man, Whoop: “Anyway, you heap better for Linee than one Maxon's fleakas,” he conolud- ea, turning toward Bulan, “You are lying, you yellow devil,” erted Von Horn. The Chinaman turned his shrewd, slant eyes malevolently upon thie Ger- man, “Sing les?” he hissed. “Maybeso Sing lie when he ask what for you glet Bududileen steal tleasur, But Laja Saftir he come and spoil it all while you tly glet Linee to the ship, Sing knows, “Then you tellee Maxon Thiirteen steal Linee. You lie then and you knew you ile, You Hie again when Thlirteen savee Lines flom olang- outang., You say you saves Lines. “Then you make bad talkee with Laja Saftir at long-house. Sing hear you all timee, You tly getee tleasure away from Dyaks, ‘Then “Stop!” roared Van Horn, “Stop, you lying yellow sneak, before I put @ bullet in you,” “Both of you may stop no} said Prof. Maxop authoritatively, “There have been charges made here that cannot go unnoticed. Can you prove these things, Sing?” he asked, turning to the Chinaman, “L pluve much by Bududleen's las- car, Bududieen tell him all ‘bout Horn, 1 plove some more by Dyak chief at long-house, He know lotsa Laja Saffir tell him, All tlie.” Bulan had risen to his feet, weak from fever and loss of blood, The girl supported him upon ong side, and Sing upon the other. Professor Max- op approached the little group. “I do not know what to make of all that Sing has told us,” he said, “If you are not Number Thirteen who are you? Where dic you come from? “It seems very strange indecd—am- possible, in fact. However, if you will explain who you are, | shail be glad to—ah—consider—ab—pormitting you to pay court to my daughter.” “L do not know who t am,” replied Bulan, "1 bad always thought that L was only Number Thirteen, until Bing Just spoke, Now | have a faint recul- lection of drifting for days upon the sea in an open boat—beyond that all is blank, “L shall pot foree my attenttons upon Virginia until £ can orove my identity, and that my past ts one which before ter without shamo—nntil than I ahall not seo ne “You shall do nothing of Uw kind,” cried the girl, “You love me, and I you, My father intended to force me to marry you while he that you were a soulless thing, Now that it ls quite appa: that you ar 4 human being and « gentleman, h hesitates, but I do aot “As I have told you before it makes no difference to me what you are— ‘ou have told me that you love mo ou have demonstrated # love that !» high and noble and self-sacrificing ore than that no «irl needs to know, “I am atisfed to be the wife of Bulan~-Bulan ls satisfled to have the daughter of the man who so cruelly wronged him,” A giant arm went around tho girl's shoulders and drew her close to the man she had glorified with her loyalty and ber love. The other hand was stretched out toward Prof, Maxon “Professor.” sald Bulan, “in the face of what Sing has told us—in the still thougnt er 1l, face of a disinterested compariaon between myself and the miserable creatures of your experiments ts it Not folly to suppose that | am one of them? Some day I shall recall my past—until that time shall prove my worthiness T shall not ask for Vir- ginia’s hand. “In this decision she must concur, for the truth might reveal some in- surmountable obstact® to our mar- riage. In the mean time let us be friends, professor, for We are both actuated by the same desire—the wei- fare and happiness of your daughter.” The old man stepped forwaftd and took Bulad's hand, expression of doubt and worry had his face. “I cannot believ: he said, “that you are other than & gentleman, and if, la my desire to protect Virginia, I have sald aught to wound you, I ask your forgivencas.” Bulan responded only with a tighter pressure of the hand, “And now,” sa. the professor, “Let us return to the long-house, [ wish to have a few words in private with you, Von Horn.” He turned to face the German, but the man had disappeared, “Where is Dr. von Horn?” ex- claimed the scientist, addressing Sing. “Him vamose long time ‘gu," re- piled the Chinaman, “He hear alles Lkee.” Siowly tho little party wound aiong the jungle trail, and in iess toan a mile, to Virginia's infinite surpriee, came Out upon the river and the long. house that she and Bulan had searched for in vain, “And to think,” she eried, “that all these awful days wo have been aimost within sound of your voices. What strange freak of fate sent you to us to-day?” had about given up hope,” re- plied her father, “when Sing ef to me that we cut across lands that separate this vail the one adjoining it upon the north- east where we should strike other tribes and from them gleam some clue \to your whereabouts in case your ab- ductors bad attempted to carry you back to the sea by another route. “This seemed iikely in view of the fact that wo were assured by enemies of Muda Saffir that you were not in his possession, and that the river we were bound for would lead your cap- ‘vrs most quickly out of the domaine of that rascally You may im agine our surprise, Virginia, when a proceeding for but a mile we dis- |covered you.” | No wooner had the party entered the | veranda of the long-house than Pro- feasor Maxon made inquiries for Von Horn, only to ieaia that he up stream in a proa with sev- eral warriors whom had engaged to accompany him on @ “hunting ex- pedition,” having explained that the white girl had been found and was being brought to the long-house, The chief further explained that he had done his best to dissuade the white man from so rash an act, as he was going directly Into the country of the tribe of the two men he bad killed, and there was little chance that he ‘ever would come out alive. While they were still discussing Von Horn's act, and wondering at his intentions, @ @ative on the veranda cried out in astonishment, pointing down the river. As they looked in the direction he indicated all saw a graceful, white cutter gliding around a nearby turn, At the oars were white-clad Ger- man sailors, and in the stern two offi. cers in the uniform of the Kaiser's navy. CHAPTER XVI. Two Men Are Found. 3 the cutter touched the bank A jong-house—whites and na- tives—were gathered on the shore to meet it. fearing a hostile demonstration; but when they saw the whites among the throng a command was given to pull officers stepped ashore. “I am Lieutenant Meyer,” he sald, “of his imperial majesty'’s ship address Professor Maxon?" The scientist nodded, “1am delighted,” he sald. professor,” continued the offic “an Judging trom the evidence of’ hasty departure, and the corpses of several the entire party from the At first the officers held off as though in, and a moment later one of the Hauptiandt, Have I the honor to have veen on your hace] natives there, I feared teat some harm had befallen i therefore, cruised along the Bornean coast, mak- ing inquiries of the natives until at last we found one who had heard a rumor of & party of whites belng far ip the interior searching for a white girl who had been stolen from them by pirates “The further up this river wo have me the greater our assurance that were on the right trail, fur scarce. ly a native we interrogated but had seen Or heard of some of your party, Mixed with the truth, they told us, ere Strange tales of terrible mon. ate d by a gigante white map.” Sunply the wnaginings of childish minds, said toe proiessur, "Mut way, my dear ieutenant, did you honor me 1 ny island 2" hah hesitated a moment be fore answering, his eyes running about over (he awembly as though in search of a certain familiar face, we to by quite @ learned 1 of your » whom the tcers for many years isiand to arr br, Carl vc v have We 4 sought he ex to push wt once dn pursuit, and Professor Maxon feared to again re. main unprotected in the heart of the Bornean wilderness, his entire party was taken ard the cutter. A few miles up the river they came upon one of the Dyaks who fad anied Von Horn a few hours earlier. The warrior sat smoking be side a beached proa, When interrogated he explained that Von Horn and the his crew had one inland him to guard boat he thought that to the spot where the white mut might be found Prof. Maxon and Sing accompanied one of the officers and a dozen sailors in the wake of the Dyak guide, Vir- ginia and Bulan remaining in the PFET EY SSCSSIT ISOS OS SOS Sa «lng excitedly in their native ton, i PEVIVCT SSCS SS TD cutter, as the latter was stilt too weak to attempt the hard march through the jungle, . For an bour the party traversed the trail in the wake 6? Von Horn and his savage companions, "© They had come almost to ‘the ‘pot when their ears were assalied hy the weird and biood-curdling yells of na- tive warriors, and a, moment later Von Horn's escort dashed into view in full retreat, At sight of the white men they halted in relief, pointing back in direction they come and arily the party advanced behind these new. guides, but w they reached the spot they sought, the cause of the Dyaks’ panic had fled, warned, doubtless, by their trained ears of the approach of an enemy. The sight that met the eyes of the searchers told all of the atoty that they needed to know. A hole had been excavated in the ground, partially uncoveriig a heavy chest, and across this chest lay the headless body of Dr. Carl von Horn. Lieut. Meyer turned toward Prof. Maxon with a questioning look. “Tt to he,” said the scientist, eet the chest?” inquired t cer. “Maxon's treasure,” spoke up Sing Lee. “Horn him tly steal long time.” asure! laculated the profes. “And Budutreen gave up his for it; and Roje Muda Saffir fought and intrigued and murdered for possesion of It; and ‘poor, mis. guided Von Horn hae died for jt, and loft his head to wither beneath the rafters of a Dyak long-house! It ts Incredible!" Prof. Maxon,” said Lieut, “men will suffer all these things and more for gold.” crled the professor. “Why, man, that {s a box of books on biology and eurenics.” “Gott!” exclaimed Mover, “and Von Horn was accredited the shrewdest swindler and adventurer in Germany! But come, we may as well return to the outter, My mon will carry the chest.” “No!” exclaimed Prof. Maxon with & vehemence the other could not understand, “Lat bury it again where ft Iles, it and what it contains have been the cause of suf- flolent misery and suffering and crime, Tet it le where it is, in the heart of Borneo, and pray Heaven no man ever finds It, shall forget letter helt of tn it in the morning of the third 4 following the death of Von Hern the Hauptlandt steamed away from the Const of Borneo. Upon her deck, looking back toward the verdure- clad hills, stood Virginia and Bulan. PR ypc i ees exclaimed the irl. fervently, “t! wo are leav’ It behind us forever.” “ Pa ao keg Bulan, “Yet, had not en for Borneo I migh' a va oun vou malght never “We shou ave met elnewhe: then, Bulan,” said the girl in pg voice, “for we were made for one another. No power on earth could have kept us apart. In your true gulse you would have found me. T am sure of it," t {s maddening, Virginia,” said the man, “to be constantly straining every resource of iny memory in fu- tile endeavor to catch and bold one fleeting clue to my past, “Why, dear, do you realize that 1 may have been a fugitive from jus- tice, a8 was Von Horn; a vile crim- inal, perhaps. It ts aw! Virginia, to contemplate the herrible possibill- tes of my lost past.” ‘No, Bulan, you could never have been a crimina replied the ioyal irl; “but there is one possibility that as beon haunting me constantly. Tt frightens mo just to think of ett is," and the girl lowered her voice to voice the it is that as though she feared thing shp dreaded most—"i you may even be married. Bulan was about to liugh away apy such fears when the gravity and im- portance of the possibility impressed him quite as fully as it bad Virginia. He saw that it was not all geet ad sane ms was already @ married + and he saw, too, what the girl on 4 they ene bs ever wed @ mystery o! been ¢leared away. Bits Beats dt “And there ls something that gives continued ‘something that I had alm forgotten in the rugh and excitement of events during the past few days, “During your delirium your rav- ings were, for the most part, quite incoherent; but there was one nami that you repeated many . tim wea went poner by a num. 13 Was ‘'Nine-ninety-nine, cllla” Maybe sho"—— sid But Virginia got no further, With an exclamation of delight Bulan caught her in his arms, “It ls all right, dear,” he crted. “It la all right. Everything has come back to me now, You have given me the clue. Nine-ninety-nine Priscilla is my father’s address—Nine-ning nine Priscila Avenue. ais “Tam Townsend J. Harper jr, You have heard of my father, Every one has since he commenced consolidate ing interurban traction companies, And I'm not marbled, Virginia, and never have been I 1 ‘be It this miserable mudscow ever ¢ world did ever h 0 that terrible island » for you, dear,” sa long story he rex After din. It will tel] vou all of it that I can reen!! to memory the present it must suffice you to know thnt 1 followed sou from the rallway stetion Ithaca half und the world for a love that had been born from a sing Your sweet fice as you passed r nan. “s yacht EF reached r traiting yon to Sin= was 9 Jone and teclous and we followed many bind but at lest we came off an upon which natives had told ne os Vours was living, Five of us put off f 4 hont to exe Phat is the nat that T ean recall, found me alone tn ‘denny,’ 1 and orept closar % Sings save that erent