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he is only afraid for young lady. He ~:fi. So I let him go,â€"uniess #you . . ." Van was aghast. "Absolutely, no!" phe eried. _ _ _ _ _ }wuter marsh, where there were no teyes to see save those of the crabs they ran, in different directions, to\ Native men almost never wore carry out his orders. | shoes; them omly shoes of cloth and Sanflyhd!hqnn&ntw}m&n.htkn.h!hedmpmld. native men burst from the narrow someone had ascended toward the aio footway and crossed to the thatch. AJlne,Mâ€"ml-M. h“hm.'itlthou'o-} Thurston examined the prints at men, they had rushed Paimyra over length. Then, "If I‘m any sort of the road and into the lane between | Indian at all," he commented, "this the high blind wall and the saltâ€"| wasâ€"Ponape Burke." is "Wait, wait, Thurston." implored the father. "Here, take my revolver." "Rouse the beach and follow," came the answer, above the ring of hoofs. He gave an order and shortly the brown man appeared on deck. Olive must have divined on whose demand he was held. At sight of him Van‘s animosity CHAPTER XII Thurston thrust Van aside impaâ€" tiently. "The Pueliko, you say?" he demanded of the man Martin. Across the road a horse stood sadâ€" died. Thurston ran to it, jerked the reins free, jumped into the saddle. The girl‘s father, returning at this moment, came running up. "Rouse the beach," cried Thurston. "You, Vanâ€"the gunbost. Martinâ€" the police. Treeâ€"you to the mission. I‘m for the Pucliko." He whirled his horse. Palmyra and Olive sail in a canoe, evading both Pomape‘s ship and the Jupanese Gunboat ‘Okyama, which has her friends on it. Olive risks his life to get water for Paimyra. Ponape ‘Burke makes ]fl';rl!t pursuit of Olive and Palmyra, even opening fire on them. Otive proves a friend. He brings Palmyra back among her people on an island. But there she soon falls into the Wands ‘ of Burke‘s â€" accomâ€" plices, and Thurston and Van are seeking ber. Now read onâ€" to the interpreter: "What has he done with her?" Olive seemed at a loss. Palmyraâ€"but Palmyra thinks Van gaved her. A sail is sighted after three days on an island. It is Ponape Burke, the stowaway! Burke abducts Palâ€" myra. Burke has to put her ashore on anm island, as a Japanese manâ€"ofâ€" war is sighted and it would be danâ€" gerous to have her aboard. Olive Olive and Palmyra swim to anâ€" other island, from which Palmyra secretly sends a note for aid. Burke‘s ship approaches the island. with a ten inch knife between his lips. The stowaway, Burke, and the brown man, Olive, go up on deck and tell stories of adventure which are "He say," repeated the interpreter, "he say turn him loose. He savvy too much. Go look see. Find girl dam‘ too much quick." If Palmyra hersolf had been there,| As the two men urged her along she would have marvelled that Van|she knew she must soon confront could remain blind to the sincerity | Ponape Burke. Yet it was with a of Olive‘s purpose. ni&d--%t-â€"fi move ~yasun‘ hhb&.hâ€"gflfl and ‘s duce adjudged the situation hopeless, come leering out. xd to Van. mnce and tells him so. Obeying his commuand to glance at the door, she Rainbow, discovers a stowaway. She THURSDAY, MAY 3, 1928 "No!" cried the white man passionâ€" The officer shrugged again. He shot forth a question, received WHAT HAPPENED BEFORE to the istand and joins Palâ€" She is in fear of the brown the ‘chgagementâ€"is an~ "As you say," ; place. My God, John, we‘ve got to | head ‘em off from the caves." \ Thurston told of the shooting. < Thurston found what he soughtâ€" | footprints. _ Native men almost never wore | shoes; them omly shoes of cloth and | rubber. But here, in the damp mould, | someone had ascended toward the aio "The lava caves," the father cried _ The Municipal Art League Purchase excitedly. "High in the mountains, Prize of $500 has just been awarded Thurston, inland of here. Unexâ€"|to the painting, "Connecticut Acres," plored, inaccessible; a terrible hiding | by John F. Stacey, which is now being to ride. Then lava, clean washed, a stream, and three paths intersecting at the water. It was well for Palmyra that she could not know what difficulities her lover had now to meet. The bed of this stream, cast solid in one piece from nature‘s furnace, would have provided a test for the North Woods skill of any man. And Across the road, opposite, a great aio tree dominated the bush behind it. From among its many trunks a wisp of white smoke had floated out. John, in his effort to ‘locate the enemy, risked standing up. A third bullet flattened itself against the rock. ‘Seems they are here, after all," he conceded. Regaining his horse he had galâ€" loped back to the road, with this turnâ€" ing movement in .view,. when he enâ€" countered the girl‘s father and seven other men. These were an advance guard.. Saiors from the gunboat were following im to scour the bush. He _ raised â€" hishead â€" cautiously. Bang! A leaf cluster came fluttering, like a wounded bird, to his feet. ready. ‘The elevation took on an unâ€" usual form. He recognized it, to his surprise, as an artificial island; one ::nw,-u-k dbed conquerors on such island as Kusaie and Ponape. Could the girl be imprisoned here? Opposite, there rose a twentyâ€"foot wall of basaitic columnar blocks. But it was not at this wall that John Tharston looked. Lying under it, in what had been cither the camal by which these long stones were Soated in, or a dock for the praus or junks of the conquerors, was the schooner Lupeâ€"aâ€"Noa. When Paimyra‘s captors hurried :bh?&vfl-fl continue im direeâ€" tion dh“fl&q turned into a path that branched out Meanwhile, John Thurston, putting his horse to a rum, had soon neared the Pueliko Rocks. A shoulder of basait blocked the view ahead. He clambered up, had almost reached the top. Then, startâ€" lingly, the whistle of a builet. Thurstop ducked behind a rock "Meaning me*" he questioned. _ Normally the water, clear as dew, would have revealed him. But rain in the mountains, tropically copious, had raised the stream out of its banks, stained it earthly brown, dotâ€" ted its surface with moving leaf and branch. would bring them circaitously back to the sen at a point just outside the Olive did not cross the road. He did not cross the river. Nor was he caught. Merelyâ€"he disappeared. . river, . down mong the crowding water plants, only his nbse up for air. into his cutter, which happened to be He had lain all the while, in the for PRIZE PAINTING IS ' AT ART INSTITUTE Preuss}, to be given to the public high school of Chicago which wins the esâ€" say contest relating to the Chicago Artists exhibition. shown in ibe Chicage Artisis‘ exhjâ€" bition at the Art Institute. . This painting was selected by ballot cast by members of the Mumicipal Art League, and will be added to the League‘s collection of paintings. The League also has selected the painting "Lagoons of Venice," by Carl C. DEAFâ€"MUTE INDIAN SCLUPTOR STUDENT At the sea front the native men lifted Palmyra and Ponape Burke and waded with them through the thighâ€"deep water to the islet. At the end of the â€"islet .furthest from shore, Ponape Burke ordered his prisoner into the last thatch. She hesitated, gave the natives one desâ€" pairing glance. She hated them for their couriosity, their complaisance. She stooped, entered the house, sat upon a mat on the pebble floor, her back against one of the posts in the circle that upheld the eaves. Burke hurried away. The brown men were crowding into the opposite side of the hut. They dropped to stare, cross legged, knee to knee, silent or whisâ€" pering, those behind craning to look. Martin came to take up the watch. (Continued next week) John L. Clarke, the deafâ€"mute Inâ€" dian sculptor whose permanent home is in Glacier National Park, Montana, For this work the man Martin had been useful, being new to the beach, unknown. The one obstacle had been Olive. But they had discovered Van‘s anâ€" tipathy; planned to get the islander out of the way through him. Graâ€" tuitously, Van had acted of his own accord. gala attire of the Rainbow, even to portunity." This village was a goot sort: not like the rest of the islandâ€" so dam‘ pious a kanaka wasn‘t supâ€" posed even to smoke. And from the‘\ point, a man could watch the Okaâ€" yama at anchor or get away, qnickly‘ and unseen, to= the hidden Lupeâ€"aâ€" He 1“1"&!&&! of an clection every time he wants a IN EVERKY HOME we‘p THE HIGHLAND PARK PEESS, HIGHLAND PARK, ILLINOLS .. He ber of the evening tlasses in the Art Institute school. 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