The evening world. Newspaper, December 17, 1919, Page 19

The Yellow Lord By Will Levington Comfo:+ Renew ; Supreme Monarch of an Island Fortress That Lay Like a Jewel on the Purple Waters of the Southern Seas—This Was The Yellow Lord. No Man Had Crossed His Path and Lived. Read of the Coming of Bowditch, Soldier of Fortune; of His Love for the Girl Chireen, and of the War That Broke the Monarch’s Power THE EVENING WORLD pide tant A NEW SERIAL STORY EVERY TWO EEKS, (Copyright, 10, ten i. Dora Conlpany.) “THE EVENING WORLD, WEDNESDAY, DECEMBER 17, 1919, Yes, I used to sit in an office—a real business man in busy New York. He wag silent for a period, end then asked if he had told me about the old man who died on him back there in New York. He knew he hadn't. “He came to Duane §treet—an old sailor man. Re 3 times he came. Wanted us stake him,” he went on less serkily. ‘He knew he could find the place. He had the papers. Why, Bowditch, it was such a story as you'd read. We laughed at it. We lived with our braing back home in New York, and yet we laughed at that old man. . . . I mind him sitting across, his chair cocked up against the wall, telling his story over and over again—so patient about it. I think he told it a thou- sand times. We listened and looked at each other. If things i doing, we'd drive ‘him out, but He'd always come back, his old white head brushed with *7 wet brush, and be- gin the story of the treasure he'd Us fies J = dow. ‘‘y, through the pepper grove again . @peeding down over the sea to the ) presently, and Jerry Comitu appeared { minutes, as dawn came riding up over ' @jdn’t have enough to do, and drank ’ family life, though a kind of savage ~. idolatr} , back so queerly to my stepping aboard Jezebel. SYNOPSIS OF PRECEDING CHAPTER. ditch, Americen soldier of fortune, finds take us to. Then finally he rolled it, and that was Papers all these years?” I asked idly. “You see, he, sort of wished ‘em on me, Bowditch.” “That's queer,” I muttered. “The minute I looked into. Magdalena there was something like this opened up to me—not sunken treasure particularly, but treasyre”— “It's got nothing to do with Mag- dalena,” he answered, his face dark- ening. CHAPTER Y. JHE Virgin came in, and I saw at once that life was differ- = ent with Catten in the es- * tablishment — more banter, more mystery, more drinking. I found myself farther from, instead of nearer to, Chireen Holt, because of association with the young English- man, who favored me as Jerry Com- itu had done. Catten was more a ice of authority in the establish- ment, and accordingly could use more time to any advantage he pleased. I got better acquainted with both orite of mine—a light about him, a lift and spring and bit of silence to go with a smile. I had a suspicion he could die cheerfully for anybody he cared for. “I've got a present for you, Mr. Bowditch,” he said, handing me a little gun, a Wares«Metric, one of the finest and fanciest of the mod- erns. We, rode down walked the mounts along the sand to the ere, of Chinese sentries that pre- vented the islanders from passing be- low on the strand. This sentry-post was directly under the end of the cast wall on the cliff above, and a similar post was kept on the other side of the shore at the Jenebel'’s landing. The palisades became less abrupt, and presently we reached the single gentle opening from the’shore to the interior—hills sloping down to the water level instead of blut(#. Here the strand was very wide and the nativo fisheries were located. Many big bancos for harbor and outside work were lying up. Here also we struck to the shore and f, and Jerry Comitu. who la CHAPTER Il, (Odntin'ved.) RESPNTLY every sense was ‘keen with the consciousness of dawn. The smell of the|* sea came in. The dawn wind rustled the thin foliage at the win- I dressed and went out quiet- to the ledge trail. The harbor was gray with a trailing mist. The moon had lost her mystery. She was north of the portal—the secret of her ghostliness already revealed. A step behind me, We chatted for a fow the bay, and as we walked toward the ledge trail i drew that Comitu had @ confession to make—that he had taken a fancy to me, He was a boy, a or boy, possibly a Ling bad boy. 1 didn’t feel my morals flour- ishing themselves in Magdalena—that % away from’ Chireen Holt. I saw hat Comitu wanted things, and and ate too much, and had lingered too long in the tropics, and didn’t have any particular reverence for his for Magda * * * all this to explain that I took his words fancying me with a bit of test- A, cd ‘You've been down to the yacht i?” he said. “Did you go be- I was at a loss for a minute; his question was so sudden and harked “Ever see soft gold?” hook my head. “Gold that ae can carve with your thumb nail?" “No, Has the Jezebel got a cargo of that stuff?" “Not yet, Bowditch—not yct * © & e would have," he added unwarily, . You haven't been long e tea business?” fo. It's rather exciting, though, first twenty-four hours’—— "lL drag before long. It has to me. I came down here looking for ys looked for treasure, "ty I asked, recajling some timations he had made the night | fore of early days between the ; Americas, sailing out from both sides | | of the Isthmus. P @'and pistoles and pieces of eigh * following a.pird in the air, ; and her early and fastidious looting t d on all being followed by men-of- HE first people to show you cordiality when you come to ¥ ) real affiliations, ¥ 4ing with Major Holt; Epoint. 4 flnanahip. Feharacters and inter-relations of the ‘f f a 4 1 6 ‘ the treasure-search, and at ,@ad of one long afternoo; ‘were riding in from the t (‘my health, though I used to dream | “Come to think of it—yes. I'd like | to be in Catten’s shoes, sailing her | out annie”. the portal to the rougl I'd know where to take her | © Oh, yes, Ta know Row to set her pretty little head"—— ere was a delectable pause, and he asked, looking down in his jerky wa) “Didn't you seo any diving appar. atus on the Jezebel, did you? * * Qh, I "member, , you didn't get teow to the main d I smiled. “No diving suits, Mr. Comitu—no of jugs or chests corded with | |, wire rope and full of golden doubloons I saw a gleam to his eyes, and he raised them in a troubled way, as if The sus- picion cume to me that I had really touched a weak place jm his mind— that here was one of the adventurers, World-old, who chase the dream of hidden treasure up and down the seas, It came to me again how he had spoken of the treasure ships of Spain of Mother Mexico, the deadly wastes of it ‘all. ‘as Magdalena Bay any treasure alsiory?” I inquired. Nov” he said in a sharp tone, red owing under the dark of his face. “She is a bit far from the Spanish | Main,” I observed leisurely, “but she has all the enchantments, all the ro- mance, so to speak. One need only shut his eyes to see the old Spanish galleons running in here for shelter— losses and "Tet me have one of those cigarettes of yours,” he said, HAPTER 1 Iv. . @ settlement are not those, as a rule, who become your Comitu made much of me, and I was not slow to see that this fact complicated my stand- at the same “time I was a bit stubborn on ‘the I felt capable of playing all ‘engs, and not being tied in any par- In the next few days the Ydllow Lord's establ somewhat to my mind, I rode plantations ‘a little with | omitu, but wearied of his repeat | adly confessed hatred of the work. fhe sea called him truly, smells of the water-front farieus to Know how he got started the as w ds, he | told me of his beginnings in New York a quarter of a century ago, “No, I didn’t come down here for hment cleared BAGG ) Baco Rubbers protect your - health—and your pocket-book as “wall, They save your shoes, , SF BATHS 4 5O., NEW YORK, of the smoky harbors—used to sit in our office in Duane Street and dream ie atvives at the iiiand, end ts conspiring off the chair telli the day Puy, were sing me pretty close. took from hime the little papers that he carried in a Vy case; then I called to them coe Archibald had a fit—called the man to come and take him ou Tt bg hy ‘gains the Yellow Lord. of getting some time down where| was a fit”. the mountains meet the sea. . ana you've carried those little Comitu and the later when Jerry ek | out to the fative vil told the Holts of tl made my plans to leave. Just as 1 was starting Lance Holt tapped at my doer, ‘dig Shiela hackling at, his id a few days ed me to ride with him, 1 invitation and the hard-packed trail that led back to the native village. We, dined with the native chief Labulamo that eve- ning, and slept in his guest chamber. As we turned in Jerry was quiet for some minutes; then vojunteered to smoke one of my brand. Presently he inquired long and carefully where and * The lad was a fav- how the tobacco blends were procured, discussing the flavor with a con- noisseur’s zést, which he was not. 1 saw he was sparring for time and had something real to divulge. He was silent for a bit, then another fold of meaning from my wise re- marks abot the natives seemed to clear hi® mind—seeped in, so to speak, and he took advantage of it. “They treat ‘em like hell, around the world.” “Meaning the natives, I suppose?” “They're not petting @ square deal here,” he remar! There were two — still burn- ing, and natives at the fans. turned to Comitu invitingly, but aid not venture to speak. “Yes, I'll tell you,” he repeated. “They think I'm a little flow up plantations, when I belong to the water.” I have often noticed that a man enraptured with his own acumen is slow to grant anybody ¢lse having any. Playing with him just then got me into serious trouble as I look at it from a distance like this of the writing end. Jerry would never have let me into something of his secret that might if he hadn't been driven full of torment and unrest. He didn’t tell me the name of the island, but he came in a lot closer about the paper old Archibald left when he died in Duane Street; he looked down in the still waters and seen the salt-crusted and iron-hooped chests of gold—“enough gold to send Columbus out of Palos with a new fleet every day, for a couple of years.” It was the simplest thing fa tha |"2O00GG8600000000000000000 world, he was saying * island was the last and lonellest o travel lines, but foaginaad as Magdal in most respecte, in some superior, The harbor was smaller, but just as safe 1] and not so high as our shaggy-linet Port. He stated Magda had been there and had looked overside with him from @ native canoe which they were poling themselves, according to directions; that the people were simple and friendly; that he, Jerry Comitu, could always get along with o bea, ; oe he was talking about. that we need a ship—a brigantine, Preferably an auxiliary. In: fact, we Need the Jezebel.” (To Be Continued.) eg, sed A Neighborhood f ail good ooshe yooe” Gin the roast or steak, the fish, on or oysters, in the sou gravy or salad, a bit tt Tddys “Say, Bowditch,” he went on, “if you think these poor boobs of ya are simple and childish and lon- pond 3 ought to see our own people over In" Saiice MADE IN U. S. A, At Grocers and Delicatessen Stores. He laugh added: “Tye phan iet I'll be letting ou in E. Pritchard, 227 Spring St., N. Y. presently.” on the name and charts said he bad the Island located, and| “We need money for the place where the treasure had been Bowalteh" he said a quiet! dumped in the harbor; that he had [little money, old son, and more thar. = Women’s Silk Petticoats Silk Jersey Pantelettes Here is a gift both practical and novel. Quaint models that reach the ankles. a Attractive Silk Hosiery Lisle Thread Hose..... | Pure Thread Silk Hose.. | Pure Thread Silk Hose alae garter, | Pure Silk Hose fembrdidertd ‘elox) ree Extra Heavy Silk Hose Smart Lace Hose ae EE PENHEIM, GLU Fulton Street, Brooklyn Of radiant Taffetas in changeable hues, or Taffeta with Jersey tops. Very attractively flounced in knife, pleated and _ scalloped effects. 5.00 to 10.75 6.90 to 10.75 Oppenheim, Collins & Co. 1.95 2.95 tops), full fashioned . Fine med, signs. Women’s and Misses’ Blouses Practical gift Blouses of fine Voiles and Ba- tistes, lace trimmed, tucked and a collar effects. Tailored or effectively aha 95 Special Lovely Silk Blouses of Satin or Georgette, in white and flesh. Tailored or becomingly lace} 7.90 | trimmed. Handsome Blouses of Georgette, Crepe de |, Chine, and Satin, in a host of distinctive ca: 9.75 | Oppenheim, Collins & Co. At Extremely Low qrices =i {2.00 French Voile Blouses, in high and low Special White, flesh and suit shades. Special Other Lovely Models up to 45.00 Truly Gifts of Femininity Boudoir Caps Delicate, fl'msy creations of lac: © and ribbons, satin and crepe de chire, cleverly designed. Special 1.00 to 4.50 Boudoir Slippers In a wide collection of pretty styles. Fashioned of cordu- roy, satin, worsted and silks. Special 1.00 to 5.90 OPPENHEIM.GLUNS & G Fulton Street, Brooklyn Remarkable Sale Thursday (Only) About 1200 Women’s Ten Models Crepe de Chine Envelope Chemises Three Illustrated Attractive styles of superior flesh crepe de chine; daintily lace trimmed and hand-embroidered; ribbon or lace shoulder straps Exceptional Holiday Values Women’s Silk Underwear Washable Satin Bodices Of flesh color washable satin, lace trimmed, with Special ribbon shoulder straps. Washable Satin Bodices Corset cover style, or with ribbon shoulder lace trimmed. Flesh only. Washable Satin Bloomers Tailored models, reinforced elastic at knee. Special trimmed and hemstitched. Washable Satin Petticoats In charming styles, with deep flounces of lace and Special insertions. Flesh only. Satin and Crepe de Chine Chemises Envelope chemises of superior satin and crepe de Special chine, exquisitely designed. Crepe de Chine Nightgowns Lovely garments in plain tailored and lace-tr'mmed Hemstitched and ribbon trimming. Special effects. Special } 1.00 | nsaps | 2.00 tae | 2,95) | 3.95 } 3.95 7.90 Natural Squirrel Scarfs... Nutria Scarfs. . Hudson Seal Scarfs..... Taupe Wolf Scarfs. Fashionable Scarfs and Muffs .13.50||Hudson Seal Muffs ..+++.22,50||Hudson Seal Muffs rooklyn: OPPENHEIM, CLLINS & Fulton Street, Brooklyn Kimonos and Bath Robes For Women and Misses Blanket Robes...............s00006 4.50 Japanese Silk Kimonos... ve cs hae Corduroy Robes............6.00.... 9.75 Crepe de Chine Negligees .. 15.00 to 39.75 Crepe de Chine Sacques... 5.90 to 10.75 Oppenheim, Collins & Co. . Dainty Gift Handkerchiefs Women’s Embroidered Handkerchiefs (DOK OFS). ces cecasccceess Oe sae Women’s Colored Handkerchiefs. (DOX OF 3). ceaw-sindicens vote vet eBOy: Oe Women’s Initial Handkerchiefs (each).. whase neva SAO) Rae UD Appenzell Hand naweranres Handkerchiefs......°.,.. .50, .75, 1.00 Men’s Pure Linen Handkerchiets. .75 up Men's Silk Handkerchiefs........ .75 up Menjs Colored Handkerchiefs . 25 Oppenheim, Collins & Co. Women’s Distinctive Gloves A Gift of Unquestioned Utility Smart Strap-Wrist Gloves, of fine quality washable Chamoisette. Slip-on we ihaae ieee 1.00 and colors. Attractive French Kid ‘Roselle’ white only. Overseam sewn. em in iat | 2. 00 Gloves; one-clasp “Roselle” washable a ae 2. Ivory, Sapte aa 95 | with two-tone emb. bac! Grey. Duplex Washable Slip-on-4-leves, by ) in all fashionable leading shades. iets 1 25 | For Winter Sports and Coziness Women’s Wool Sweaters Attractive all-wool models in slip-on and coat effects. Special 8.90 and 9.75 Fibre Silk Sweaters Tuxedo models in fashion- able and becoming colors. Special 7.90 to 12.75 | Spencers in Rose or White. Special 2.50