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THE OSHAWA DAILY TIMES, SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 17, 1928 a "SE rs 2 Fors Be does tite of one woman "M about a ths, and rani iW dniver "I left, quite suddenly, South Seas--alone. As 1 told 1 ¢ across wa But when you are young you want to live. So I went back to that place you call civili- zation, broke. London this time; Berlin a few years later, St. Peters- burg after that, then Viemna. Al- ways there were women, Joan, at- tractive women, 'omen who de- manded things of me, which I gave them in the only way 1 knew how poor. To nd in my --being give to my beau- tiful women, I stole from women less beautiful--jewels, money; but mostly jewels. 1 knew them well. My father had been a gem cutter, a poor one, and I had handled them as a child. "I had amazed a considerable fortune when I arrived in Africa. I was about 35 then and consid: erably wiser than as a youth, I was thinking of myself, then, first of all. Love affairs had begun to pall upon me. My securities were safe in a London vault, under another name than my own, A scrape in Africa, and 1 landed in a horrible convict camp, CT was bran ed and set to work in the rubber forests with natives. | think you have seen the brand. Curiously, to these people here, it is the mark of the devill They think I am the devil god, These eople are very superstitious and ave been for centdries--for many centuries they have known this mark, "I have found rocks up here marked with this sign. } ade centuries ago by some medi- e or voodoo man" e Fevre smiled. 'T played on their superstitions h this mark which had been en me for--a little scrape in rench Africa" 'He paused for a ment and dallied with the food fore him. + "Are you interested?" he asked, "Very much." . "Well, as I was saying," he con- ued, "I was forced to slave with rican natives in the rubber for- s for five years Iwesting with t with Bhs king, With. the only white n--the little scrap was a murder, Bor who would not kill a man whe is woman? steals . "I was whipped, flogged Jith the roes, ¢ soles of my feet were red to make me humble=T, who ays was so arrogant! Five years! ained every aight to a big black k negro--a white guard outside e compound with a loaded rifle n his hands, iy gicaped, though, at last, with native. scaped, only to have Brood hounds track me. and kill my companion, j BWaY; luckily, to the sea coast. After a time, I stow- ed away to London where all my money was stored. But my zest for this thing you call giyilization was gape, . 1 emenbe ed my island, searched for it, found it! "I thought 1 touid live the rest of my Tite without 2 woman, Joan, sated as I was with them. But after had seen you, I knew I could not, ou grew on me night and day as ! thought of you down on the each. It is fate that my first Jove and my last should be so much alike, .s0 akin to each other." There was a long silence At last Joan spoke "You are Jistsken if believe I shall stay here © will. If I can escape, I shall! "My dear, you cannot possibly es. cape!" Le Fevre said, sinilingly. oan's lips closed tightly. nger reflected in her eyes, turned to ter- ror as she realized for the first time ou ever my ewn " robably | fi -copralled | A 3M Monten 130 her "not & back. et a woman. to stay away. Yom and I are 9 be alone this even: hh FAY ad ng seal. She, was = ee LT ta ner, heart fluttering like a d bir of ou are a wild thing, Joan. Bat t 1 you!" His st arms su denly closed about her lithe figure, and although she struggled with a strength ten by terror, she could not pull herself loose His lips were close to hers now. They were on hers, hot and passionate With her right hand free, she cautiously tried to reach the dagger she carried in her boot top, but could not quite manage it. Le Fevre was holding her too tightly! Slyly, she wriggled until she felt the hilt of the weapon in her hand while his kisses were burning her face, her hair, her eyes. And with one supreme effort, she flung his arms aside, seized the knife and pressed the point against his chest. "God! You little fiend!" Le Fevre leaped away and then stood snarling down at her, as she crouched, ready to fling herself upon him if he moved toward her. A dark spot suddenly widened on the front of his silk shirt. Blood! "I could take that away from you," he sneered. "By God, I willl" Le Fevre quickly grasped the dag- ger and twisted it from her hand. Her wrist was ~ wrenched as she struggled furiously with him, and she cried out at the sharp pain that shot through her arm, | She sank down again on the couch, holding her bruised wrist, sobbing more from anger than the pain, anger, looked at her a moment, still breathing hard frome his exertions, fie stooped and picked the dagger rom the floor, glanced at it rue- fully for a moment, then sheathed it in his belt and left the room, Mora entered almost immediately, She put her arm around the girl's shoulders, protectingly. She was muttering in the native language, eviden words. of consolation, Joan, after a bit, somewhat recov. ered from the shock of her encoun- ter, looked about for a pencil and paper. There was none in the room. And she dared not go into the liv- ing room where Le Fevre was. she could find something to write upon, Mora, she knew would man- age to get a note down to Iver and rt, Wildly she looked around, won- dering what she could use. She had a pen, but no paper. Yes! In the medicine chest there were labels on the bottles--labels held on with rubber bands, because glue was of no use in this hot. country. She went into the closet and chose a big label, pricked out her message with a pin. "Do not eat anything or smoke anything that Le Feyre may send you--~Joan. Giving the bit of paper to Mora, she saw the black woman tuck it into the top of her skirt. A moment later, Le Fevre re-entered the room. He went to the medicine chest and Joan heard him fumbling about among the bottles, He came out of the closet while, with a dark bottle hand. "My bottles are disarranged. Have vou been meddling with them?" he demanded. "The label is gone from this iodine." . Joan trembled inwardly but her voice was clear as she answered, "I have a wretched headache and I was looking for 'some aspirin. I couldn't find any. I'd like somethin to bathe my wrist with, too. hurts me." Le Fevre disappeared into the closet and on returning tossed & box of tablets into her lap. His surly mood seemed to have passed, for he sat down and massaged her wrist with liniment. . She recoiled from his touch, but suffered his cin a in his ministrations in silence. Kwana was Flour Choice Bread, Pastry and Graham Poultry Sunbeam Full O Pep Mia ® Al Tonic Blatchford Mash and Conditioners Le Fevre, his face contorted with |F f| The barrel of t | evening." A New Absorbing Love S in the , now, and Ie F rubbing ; t, 4 irl saw Mor ug Joaw's to the ma ck man. "Net so hard," she caut to the paper. Fevre and Kwana left the room a short time later, Joan saw a ghost of a smile pass over Mora's face. That night after Le Fevie was asleep, Kwana again led Joan out ) was had secreted Le into the darkness to the hut where idden with her baby. She found Gura much better, and left the place much relieve "] give note to friends," announced on the way back. "What did they say?" the asked. CHAPTER 31 "They not come. I not let them come--even you no send letter, I know marster. He kill" - oo are very good, Kwana, 0 oo." Kwana girl "Are you sure master will be asleep when we get back?" "Yes, he sleep fue--night long. Suka, he take you down beach--to- ni 1 don't want to go It would make too I'll work out No, Kwana. --that way. much trouble for you. some other way." ; "Me take you down--you like." "No--never |" "Suka--me, no matter." They were nearing the house. Only the candle Joan had left in her yoom was lighted, She tipped in the window first-- Kwana after her. Breathing a sigh of relief, she sank down on the couch only to rise again, a cry of fear on her lips for Le Fevre ap- peared from the closet. Kwana stood quite still, his eyes on Le evre's face, "Where have yoy been?" Le Fevre demanded, "Walking, I couldn't Heep." "Neither could I, or I would never have known of your prowling habit at night! Kwana, where have you taken madamoiselle?" His eyes flash- ed angrily as he advanced toward the PY Mie Bowe lease Jont, blame wana, egged him to take | Idd 1 Swear I did] He didn't want tol I swear--" y Le Feyre ignored her, His hand went to his » in a swift gesture. oan's automatic pis. here was a deafening ger. Kwana oor without tal gleamed. ! roar as he pulled the tr pitched forward to the a sound. : Joan ran to the black man quickly. 'Don't touch him, Joan!" Le Fevre conupanded, and he seized her arm snd piled her away. u " killed moaned, : "Of course. I gave him orders to guard you--not to take you walking at night, so that Jou could see your friends. I kill all those I cannot trust--all those who disobey mel" Mora, who had run into the room at the sound of the shot, crouched in a corner moaning softly, Le Fevre snapped an order to her, and she slipped obediently from the room, to return presently with two pigmy men who carried Kwana out. Joan had never seen anyone dis- play the silent, racked, terrible grief that Mora did--afraid as she was to give way to her sorrow before her white master, "I swear you have killed him mis- takenly, because he did not take me to Ivor and Art!" Joan kept mut- tering, shaken by the awful sight she had witnessed, "I must have obedience, have him!" she Joan, Hereafter I will take no chances, 1 will order your friends killed this A e laughed smoothly, a mirthless laugh, and put the re- volver back into his pocket. "Kwana was the leader, the chief, He knew English, could talk to you, I should think you would have felt toward him like a brother!" "I recognize no brothers. Besides I will pot miss Kwana, I have y --you can talk to me! Hoan shall keep you bound and gagged until your friends are quite out of wr way," He ordered sorrowing ora to bring ropes and when ohe had laid them at his feet, tied girl again. The pool of blood where Kwang bad fallen glistened darkly on the matting in the candleligh } t "I have bad enough of this 3 sense, Joan. Later, when 4 ret our jor and "the lieu: And iti ; nt lover 1 can bel Until then, adieu!" He touched her forehead lightly his lips, and leaving Mora to her, left the room. Joan heard his footsteps on the path leading from the house , , . eard his low, soft whistle, in the stillness of the 3 lid big Rigid) inar , primi , that she lf love this husband of hers . . . he whom Le Feyse bad so Fruelly shot down. te gin 1 or a long time the couch, watching bgure of Hor i i Kwana's blood on swaying sed their stone ste they had struc stone, Ww measurably them to Fifteen feet a strata of Ru made their work _im- the hen ky nged into sea a major Be their With a. 2-foot they intended to would be bound from the three boulders on t between two Nw stones, and swing up the inder of the wall on the rope with the help of its lever- age. Later in the afternoon of the sixth day since Joan's capture, the two aviators were sitting, disconsolately by their fire, hali-heartedly trying to cook some bread fruit. They were startled by a noise in the bush close to them. Both leaped to their feet, seizing their screw driver-daggers, from their belts. Kwana approached, holding Le Fevyre's Message in his hand. Ivor after glancing quickly at its contents, tossed it to Art. He nodded to Kwana, who turned and quickly disappeared. = e devil!" Art raged. "Of all the nerve, Calmly inviting us to dinner after stealing Joan, es he take us for utter fools?" t the rifle, which with rope' made parachut to the the cliff, jam it asserted, "But it's a chance, We'll at least get to the top of the pla. teau, and once hete--well-+ he fin- gered his dagger significally. "Guess you're right! Art agreed. "I never did like our rope stunt. It's too uncertain. If Le Fevre's fool enough to let us up, we'll get Joan back if we have to kill every person on the plateau!" With .a sniff of disgust, he seized the oil tin in which the bread fruit was bubbling and tossed its contents into the bushes, A startled snarl reminded them that Bam and her peculiar looking progeny had re. turned to the beach after being missing for several weeks. The men prepared to accept Le Fevre's invitation as best they could, tory of the Air" SE: divert his attention, wumtil Kwana lo dpe leneth of phd Poa i "It's a trap of some sort". Iver |l So Thankful for Relief She Received Dodd's Kidney Pills were Recommended by Priend Ti writes Ser p. chee Er atiniad his precarious position. Several times he nearly lost his balance . . . but saved himself in time. The first try, the second, the third were failures. The barrel of the gun, which was to serve as a bar, simply would not fit into tion between the two boulds to pretend to scale the steps, and |the 'stone steps | he Miers worry the pigmies, home, uri e kept to His pi 4 Shosen for th e scheme. | "He stood in the palm tree for a|right sufficiently to be out of ear- nh he h dw moment, and then, his mind made |shot of the guards, would be 7 PO: € a Slup, he gras the rope tightly 'in| safe. . \ like we'll have to build more steps |his hands, and swung up om it,| Advancing quietly, he at to the very top. . (hand over hand, as Ivor had dome. {reached a row of trees and pa "That will take three more days." | "If he can do it, I can," he mut [to make sure of his direction, Art protested. "Try again, old kid!" |tered, desperately hitching himself | It was fortunate he did, as a nio- Ivor summoned all his strength, |up the rope, a foot at a time ment later, he heard footsteps cofn= and a mightly effort lifted the pole| He found it much harder than ne |ing from the direction of the hoube, with all its burden above his head.|had imagined, f, as the rope vhoser was on the path, swulhg This time, the bar fell into the|swung backward and forward with {right past his hiding place. ~ But crevice between the boulders, and|his movements, The distance helstrain his eyes as he would, Ivor the long rope dangled far below him, | had to too, was much greater|could not even make out his dim "Got 1t!" he exulted, resting for |than Ivor had attempted. shadow as the ghostly {footsteps a moment. Then he cautiously] Struggling gamely upward, the faded out of hearing. ] pulled on the rope, careful not to pa iration pouring off his fore-| "One of the guards," he thought, t his balance on the cliff. Some|head, into his eyes, blinding him, |as he crept on to the path, hi slowly made his way to the house, He stopped every few feet to listen, He dared not risk am encounter iin the dark, with Joan still a prisoner of Le Fevre, just a few yards away, At last Ivor reached the bunga- low. . Only a small yellow light showed at one side window. r Leaving the path, he crawled cages fully through the brush, putting his hands before him at ob) step 'to avoid breaking small branches apd giving alarm to anyone who might be in the house. 2 Skirting the veranda, he ade for the light. This, was the side, fie remembered, where Le Fevre's beds room was located, é (To be continued.) Herbs to Heal Those Sore, Sick Bronchial Tubes Gallagher's Indian Lung. comes the Heart of Nature Winter, If or similar ills t * he said at trying to lead us into Ret waiting at the cliff to shoot us CHAPTER 2 'What can we do?" Art ed. "I'm for ris it. get up, we'll have a } 4 be foolish," Ivor chided. "We've got to think of Joan. If we fail--if anyth ppens to us-- wel # just © t, that's all , . . "God! That's t! e've got to use our heads, you think-- that fiend has harmed Joan, Ivor?" "No," Ivor answered quietly. "If he mand- ce we 200 feet down was the ground , , . The rope held, It was securel The two men had decided that as only one could scale the cliff, Ivar, weighing less than Art, should do it. Art, once Brooks was up, should rush to the pigmy's stone steps and worry the black men so that Ivor would have a chance to get at Le Fevre's house, in safety, Collins was to run na risks, because. Brooks had, we'd never had her note." might fail in his attempt to reach Ivor looked at Kwana who stood | Joan. ) Iegarding him with questioning eyes.| Brooks made ready for his climb "White Mam'selle--she fine," the|up the rope, wiping the prespiration black man said, then ran into the| from his ta on his trouser legs. bushes. "Good luck, old boy," Art said, when his conipanion was" all ready. "If you run into Le Fevre give him the works." 3 ; "Here goes!" This wag the signal for Art to go down the cliff, and from the top of a big palm tree, to hold 'the long rope steady so that Brooks would have no trouble in making the last of the ascent. Soon he felt a tension on the rope. Collins was down there holding it, steady, braced in the branches of a tall palm. Brooks seized the rope, and climbed almost as easily as if he were on a rope ladder. Looking up, while he held the rope firmly, Art could - see Ivor silhouetted against the sky. "Must be over the ledge, now," he muttered. "God, I hope the rope holds!" Then the rope swung free in his hands. Ivor was up! "Thank God!" Collins breathed. "He made it!" Ivor had mounted so rapidly and with such apparent ease, that Art hesitated about climbing down from the palm and rushing to the en- trance near the pool, where he was e banged inst the face of the cliff oh ae force, but still held onto the rope by herculean effort, : The thin strands bit into his hands, blistering them first, then bursting the 'blisters, and finally eat- ing into the raw flesh, as he swayed crazily back and forth, bruising his shoulders and legs each time he crashed against the stone. "Only more feet!" he gasped, tightening his grie on the rope. A sudden jerk! . "God!" he cried. "The ropes giv- ing, way!" With a sharp crack, the rope part- ed, where it had rubbed against the sharp rock, he was falling! Art turned over and over in the air, as he hurtled downward at ex- ress speed. Thoughts of Joan and vor flashed through his brain in the second before he crashed through the top of a palm tree, at the foot of the cliff. There was a terrific shock. He knew no more, * % 3 Ivor did not look back as he crawled safely over the top of the cliff. But he did carefully wedge the gun barrel more firmly between the rocks, before going on, "May have to get back down | Don'the this way," he thought, : subject chi He stood up, got his bearings, and | apt to a nasty, clinging set out cautiously in the general sensible direction of Le Fevre's bungalow. The ground was fairly regular, for which he breathed a fervant prayer of thanks, as the night was pitch black, and he could scarcely make out even a tree until he bumped into it, He headed for a path leading from As soon as he was Ivor leaped to his feet, : "Come on, Art. We've got to get up_there right now! The cliff!" They quickly made their way through the palm trees, unmindful of the thorny bushes that tore at their clothing and gashed their flesh, n a few minutes, they reached the foot of their path up the cliff, "Careful now," Ivor called softly, as he started crawling as silently as he could up to the face of the rock. He could hear Art, puffing and groaning close behind him. The bamboo pole. the rifle, the rope were tied to Brooks' body. The rifle, bound with rags so that it would make no sound on the stones, was securely fastened to the bamboo, "All set?" "All set." Ivor clinging desperately from notch to notch, finally reached their topmost step--about twenty feet from the rim of the wall, With one hand on the wall, Ivor lifted the pole with the other. 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