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Hoods Sarsaparilla Ti . _ J»K> iyfw».«KTtf.veo gwrnwnr i ww wr-rtM. weeew to ; SYNOPSIS. Philip Cayley, accused of A crimm of which he is not g-uilty, resigns from the army In disgrace and htn affection for his friend, Lieut. Perry Hunter, turn# to hatred. Cayley seeks solitude, where h# Derferts a flying machine. While soaring over the Arctic regions, he picks itp_a curiously shaped stick he had seen in the assassin s hand. Mountingr again, b« dl®- covers a yacht anchored in the bay. De­ scending near the steamer, he meets a girl on an Ice floe. Ho learns that the girl's name is Jeanne Fielding and that tne yacht has come north to seek signs of her father, Captain Fielding, an arctic explorer. A party from the yacht is ma­ ting search ashore. After Cayley departs Jeanne finds that he had dropped a cu­ riously-shaped stick. Captain Planck and the surviving crew of hla wrecked whaler are In hiding on the coast. A giant nir- iuaa namedKoscoe, had murdered Fielding and his two companions, after the ex­ plorer had revealed the location of au enormous ledge of pure gold. Roscoe then took command of the party. It develops that the ruffian had committed th«? mur- dar witnessed by Cayley. Roscoe plans to capture the yacht and escape with a big load of gold. Jeanne tells Fanshaw, owner of the yacht, about the visit of the sky-man and shows him the stick left b> Cayley. Fanshaw declares that It Is an Eskimo throwing stick, used to shoot darts. Tom Fanshaw returns from the searching party with a sprained ankle. Perry Hunter is found murdered and Cayley ts accused of the crime but Jeanne believes him Innocent. A relief party goes to find the searchers. Tom confesses his love for Jeanne. She rows ashore and enters an abandoned hut. CHAPTER VII.--Continued. The sight of It might well have caused astonishment or alarm in the girl's mind. But it was neither alarm nor astonishment that her next act expressed. She dropped down on her knees beside the rude wooden bunk, drew the chest up close in the tight embrace of her young arms, laid her cheek against the cold polished sur­ face of its blackened wood, and cried. Every question that might have asked Itself--how the thing could have come there, and what its coming might protend to herself or to the other of the Aurora's people--was swept away in a Budden rush of filial affection and regret which the sight of it instantly awoke. It had reached her with that sudden poignant stab of memory which inanimate objects, familiar by long association, seem to be more potent to call up than the very persons of the friends with whom Jiey are associated. The sight of her father himself could hardly have had so Instantaneous and overwhelming an effect upon her as the sight of this >ld chest, which was one of the earli­ est of her associations with him. It had always stood, until he had taken it with him on that last voyage of his, upon a certain farther corner rt his desk in the old library. It was one of those objects of a class that children always love--smooth, pol­ ished, beautiful; beautiful and, at the same time, defying curiosity. * It was quite a masterpiece of cabi­ net work. No hinges were visible, and the cover fitted so closely upon the box inself that the line which separated them was bard to discover. And there was no trace of keyhole or lock. To those uninitiated into its secret, it defied any attempt to offen it Presently she seated herself on the bunk, took the little chest on her knees and set about opening it. Be tween the cold and her excitement she found this rather a difficult thing to do, though her mind never, never hesitated over the slightest detail of the necessary formula of procedure. She knew In Just what order to press In those innocent-looking little ornar mental tacks In the brass binding; re­ membered the right moment to turn the box up on its end and let the Just released steel ball roil down Its channel to the pocket, where it must lie before the last pressure upon the last spring would prove effective. She no more faltered over It than she would have faltered over hor alphabet. And at last, when her numbed fin­ gers had completed their task, the counter-weighted Md rose slowly by itself, Just as it hsd used to, and re­ vealed to her swimming eyes the con­ tents cf the interior. Up to the moment she had not real­ ized what the finding of the dispatch box meant. It had not occurred to her that a full account of her father's expedition, a narrative which would reach, perhaps, to the morning of the last day of all, was lying here, right under her eyes. But now when the cover opened and she saw beneath it a thick volume, bound In red morocco, she realized that here, under her hand, was the very object, in search of which the Aurora had set out upon her perilous voyage. The first sight of her father's clear, erect, precise handwriting warmed her with a sudden courage. But even this new Inspiration of courage did not make her strong enough'to turn back and read the last entry in that tragic Journal first. She tried to do it, but the will failed her. So she be­ gan at the beginning. Once she had plunged into the fascinating narra­ tive, the whole of the outside world faded away from her. She was oblivious to the fact that the darkness outside was no longer the mere darkness of the fog; oblivious to the rising wind that poured its Icy stream through the leaky walls of the hut and made the candle flicker; oblivious, even to the very sound which she had meant to wait for--the sound of Toib'b voice calling out to her from the yacht, and the Bound of other, more alarming, nearer voices. They all fell on deaf ears as she turned page after page of that pre­ cious record of her father's life. It was written, in the main, in* the scien­ tific, observant, unlmpassloned temper which she knew so well. He chron­ icled those days of peril, when their ship, crushed in the ice, and only kept from sinking by that very ice, which had just destroyed her, was drifting along in the 'pack,' to what seemed ccrtaln destruction, as quietly and as explicitly as he did the uneventful voyage through Behring strait. The man's courage was so deeply element­ al In him that he could not be self- conscious about it. He told of the land, the strange, un­ charted shore, whose discovery offer­ ed them a respite, at least, from that destruction; told how he got his re­ maining stores ashore and built the hut, where, in all human probability, he and his companions were to spend the rest of their lives. Finally she reached the record of the day when he had consigned to the Neither Alarm Nor Astonishment That Her Next Act Expressed. •ea the bottle containing the chart of the coast and the account of Ms plight, together with the course which the relief ship must take, should such a relief ship be sent oat. to have any hope at all of reaching them. "I suppose," his narrative for thla day concluded, "there is hardly one chance in ten thousand that my mes­ sage will ever be picked up, and cer­ tainly not one in a million that it will be found In time to bring an effective relief. However, it helps to keep the others cheerful, and that is the main At the close of the day's entry was a single line which contracted her heart with a sharp spasm of pain. This is Jeanne's birthday," it said. She resumed her reading presently, and came to the point where the Wal­ rus people entered into the narrative; their plight, their rescue and their welcome by the three men, who by now were the only survivors of the original expedition. She was reading faster now, with none of those little meditative pauses that had marked her progress through the earlier pages of the journal, for the sinister termination of the narra­ tive began to foreshadow |t*el? dark­ ly, from the moment--the first mo­ ment of the appearance of the Walrus people on the scene. Her father's de­ scription of the man Roscoe, of the expression that had been plain to read in his face as he had listened to the account of the gold-bearing ledge across the glacier, gave her a shudder­ ing premonition; apparently, her fa­ ther had experienced the same feeling himself. Day after day Roscoe's name appeared, always accompanied by some little phase of misgiving. P°r Just one day this dread seemed to have been lifted from Captain Field­ ing's spirit. That was the day the sun came back to them, putting an end to their long arctic night. "It has been a hard winter," he wrote, "and I am glad It is over. The hardest thing about it has been our sleeplessness, from which w® have all Buffered. To­ day we have enjoyed a change, having taken a walk along the beach. Even Roscoe seems humanized a little by a return of the frank sunshine, and may, perhaps, develop Into a tolerable com­ panion. Tomorrow I have promised, if it Is fine, to guide them across the glacier to the gold ledge." It was the next to the last entry in the Journal. She turned the page, paled and pressed her lips tight to­ gether when the array of blank pages before her told her that she had reached the end. Then she read the last words her father had ever writ­ ten. "Took the Walrus people to the ledge today. Have no heart to de­ scribe the scene that they enacted there. The man Roscoe certainly means to kill me. If it were not for my conviction that the danger from him is largely personal to myself, that he means me and no other, probably, for his victim, I think I should have him shot as a measure of justifiable prevention. He is not a man, but a great sinister brute--literally sinister, for he Is left-handed. I shall walk warily, and hope the crisis may soon be over." Evidently that part of his wish had come true. The book slipped out of the girl's hands, and she sat with horror-widen­ ed eyes, staring at the candle, until It guttered and went out. Slowly, the outside world began to take Its place again around her. She knew that she was shivering, half-frozen, that the icy wind was whining through the cracks In her rude shelter. She thought she heard some one moving about outside, and that thought brought her quickly to her feet She made her way to the door of the hut, called out; waited a breath­ less instant--and cried aloud in sud­ den terror. CHAPTER VIII. Apparitions. Roscoe did not pause to investigate the effect of his blow, nor to waste a second one. If the man who had con­ fronted him there In the companion- way was dead, so much the better. If he were only half-dead, the job could be finished at any time. He was out of the way for the present at least Roscoe hurried on, searching state­ rooms and passageways and finally the crew's quarters, forward. When he had satlfied himself that he and his men were In undisputed possession of the yacht he emerged on deck again by the forward hatch­ way, and found Captain Planck al­ ready there. He directed him to go below with Schwartz, who had been engineer aboard the whaler, and get steam up as promptly as possible. He himself remained on deck, directing the unloading and stowage of those precious golden slabs that the rest of the party were bring out in boats from the shore. "We've got it all, Roscoe, unless you want them barrels of whale oil," a mpn in the last boat sang out as they came alongside. "We'll leave them to pay for this nickel-plated ship," Roscoe answered. "Come! Look alive and get aboard. We'll be ready to start as soon as we can get a little daylight" He looked them over, numbered them aa if they had been so many sheep, noted that they were all here, except poor Miguel; Planck and Sch warts were down tolling at the boilers. "Stay here till I come back," he commanded. Tm going below to see that everything's stowed all right When I come back I want to talk to you." He disappeared down the after hatchway, switched on a light and in­ dulged la a long, satisfied look at the great masses of precious metal which were stacked, according to bis direc­ tions, In the strongroom. His purpose in coming down here was threefold. He meant to see that the goid was stored correctly and he meant to lock the room up, so that its precious contents would not be tam­ pered with, and bring the key away with him. He was not afraid that any of his crew would try to steal it, but he thought the moral effect of having it locked away where it was inacces­ sible to them, and of his keeping the keyln his own possession, would be a help in maintaining his prestige as commander. They knew the sea bet­ ter than he did. Just as he knew the nature of gold-bearing rock. It was necessary to do something to bolster up his position as chief of the party and keep it above dispute. He did not want to have to kill any of them yet The Aurora would be short-handed enough as it was. But there was one more reason for that hurried trip to the strongroom. He wanted to be sure that a certain rosewood box had come aboard along with the treasure fuid what few stores they were taking away with them. That little box bad occupied much of his leisure Blnce the day when he had murdered the owner of It He had sometimes wished that when it came Into his hands that day he had yield­ ed to his first impulse to shatter it for the thing had always mocked him --coquetted with him. He had often seen it lying open on Captain Fielding's table in the tiny walled-off cubby hole of a room they called the captain's cabin, while the captain himself was writing up his Journal or working upon his charts. He had, during that first winter, fre­ quently thought of trying to open It should the opportunity offer Itself. After the murder, when he took that little room for his own quarters, he found the box and preserved It with the Idea that now, at least, he would get the better of it. He knew what its contents were well enough--Cap­ tain Fielding's charts and Journal, and he had no curiosity concerning them. But the secret mechanism of the box itself tantalized him, and he meant some day to solve it Once he had done so, he would kick the thing to pieces and destroy its contents. That was all there was to it at first but during the next winter, when the long night kept them prisoners In their narrow quarters, the mystery of that little rosewood box took on an added Importance to htm and to the others, out of all proportion to any effect which the solution of it could have. One by one, with the exception of the Portuguese, they tried. Hour after hour they labored with it, and tn- variably they failed. The rest of them gave It up, and their admitted defeat gave Roscoe an­ other incentive for solving the thing himself, for he meant to leave no stone unturned to convince them that they were fools and weaklings; that lie, nusco«, wis ilie only man among them. Such a conviction was neces> sary to his leadership. It was toward the *>nd of that win­ ter that the Portuguese made a sug­ gestion destined to bear fruit. "It's a curse that has sealed up that box," he said. "You can't open It and if you break it the curse will kill you." He evidently believed Implicitly in this theory, for no persuasion could Induce him to touch the box himself. Gradually the others had shown, by little involuntary acts, shrlnklngs and glances, that Miguel's belief was in­ fecting them. Sometimes, after a long succession of sleepiest*. Ifgbtless days, Roscoe found himself believing it too, and regarding that little box as the sealed-up casket of the murder he had done upon the owner of it The crime was there inside. To overcome that feeling, he had worked all the harder trying to solve its secret His interest, now, however, in ma­ king sure that the box had really been brought aboard the Aurora was not superstitious, but wholly practical. They were leaving most of their stores behind them, as there was no time either to transport them to the Au­ rora or to destroy them. With these' stores and with the shelter afforded by the hut and the little clump of sur­ rounding out buildings, it was prob­ able that some members of the Au­ rora's party, at least would survive the winter. If a relief ship should arrive the next summer, or even the summer thereafter, it would probably find some one on this desolate shore who could tell the story of the disap­ pearance of the Aurora and form a more or less definite surmise as to the cause of it That rosewood box had Captain Fielding's Journal In it--a journal that had been written up to the very morning when Roscoe had murdered him. Its discovery would go a long way toward bridging the gap which Roscoe meant to leave In their departing trail. In short if that rosewood box were left behind, Roe- coe would always feel that he was In more or less danger of detection. And he didn't mean to have a thing like that hanging over him. Consequently, when he discovered that the box was not on board, and that his particular Injunctions con­ cerning it had been either neglected or disobeyed, he came raging up on deck again, a most formidable figure, which caused his companions, harden­ ed ruffians though they were, to cower and shrink away from him. Ic a torrent of furious blasphemy, he demanded to know why that box had not been brought aboard; and the concentrated lees of his rage he emptied at last upon the two men whom he had ordered to do It "Now," he concluded, when the tor­ rent had spent itself, "you go ashore, you two. Yes, you, Carlson--I mean you--and you. Rose; go ashore now and get It" Then, after a momentary silence, he raged out the command again, amid a foul flood of abuse. But still they made no move to obey, and the big Swede, in evident terror, answered him. "I won't get It Roscoe. If you want that box, you can get It yourself." ^ "What in hell do you mean?" the leader stormed. But his voice, even as he spoke, lost its confident tang of authority. "You tell him," said Carlson, nod­ ding to his companion, Rose. Evident­ ly it was Rose who had told the story to the other members of the party. He was a squatly built man with a stub­ born Jaw, and Planck, in the days of his command, had always disliked him as that most undesirable pest that can be found In a forecastle--a sea law­ yer. "What did you leave the box in the hut for?" he demanded. "He might not have come back if you had left it In the cave." "Come back!" echoed Roscoe, with a growl. "That's what I said. We went to the hut to get It and there was a light Inside, and there he sat Just like he used to. And he had the box open--" "He! Who do you mean?" There was no trace of truculence In Roscoe's voice now. He spoke as though his throat was dry. "It was Captain Fielding; him to the life. And, yet it was different from the way he used to be. We couldn't see It very well. Its face was sideways and the light was behind It, and It looked Bmaller and thinner-- more--more like a woman. (If Rose had had the word 'spiritual' In his vo­ cabulary, he would have used tt In default of it be gave up trying to express Just what he meant) Any­ way, there he sat with the box open beside him, and that red book of his open on his knees. Oo back for Itf Well, I guess not" There was a momentary silence aft­ er he had finished, and Robcos could feel it as it stretched itself out to the length of half a minute or so, the chill of their terror enveloping him. To throw It off, he blustered, stormed at and abused them for a pack of liars. But in the end he sprang down into one of the boats, and said he would fetch the box himself. Whether he believed their story, or not it was the only thing for him to do. As he pulled shoreward he tried hard to convince himself that lie did not believe it; that Rose and Carlson had probably forgotten all about tb« box, and had trumped up the story to avoid the necessity of going back for It. * He beached his boat scrambled ashore and set out walking doggedly along in the direction of the hut. The fog was still all but impenetrable, even to his practised vision, but he knew the shore like the palm of his hand, and he trudged on without a pause, until he was within ten paces, per haps, of his destination. But there he faltered and stopped, turned about, under an irresistible im­ pulse of fear, and would have fled had not sheer necessity compelled him to stop again. There was a light a diffused yellow [low, faint but un- mlstakale, shining out of the windows of the hut He knew he could not go back to the Aurora without that box; it was necessary both to his future safety and his present command of the situation. His one hold upon those sullen follow­ ers of his depended upon his being im­ pervious alike to terror and to defeat. If he were to go back no^t without accomplishing his purpose, it would only be a question of days before they murdered him. They all hated him, enough for that, he knew. Yet even under that necessity, it was three or four minutes before, al the command of his burly will, he be­ gan creeping forward on hands and knees toward the lighted window of the hut And when he reached a point where he could command its interior, his knees slipped out from under him and he lay prone upon the Icy beach, his face buried in his outstretched arma. For those two sailors had told the truth. Presently he drew himself up and squatted back on his haunches, star­ ing. Human or not the figure there In the hut seemed unaware of his presence. It was staring at the ex­ piring flame of the candle In profound abstraction. When it stirred, as pres­ ently It did, It was with a natural, human motion. And then the candle went out In the few seconds of silence whlcl followed, his terror returned upoi him with full force. But It went away as suddenly as It had come, ant with Its recession there surged up li» him ^ wave of brutish anger. It was no ghost that had sat in contempla­ tion over the contents of that box, for it was moving now, with human footsteps--faltering, uncertain foofc steps, at that And when It appeared. Just visible and no more, outside the doorway, it called aloud In a human voice--a woman's voice. $ (TO BB CONTINUED.) Acts directly and peculiarly on the blood; purifies, enriches and revitalizes it, and in this way buiids up the whole sys­ tem. Take it. Get it today. In usual liquid form or in chocolat# coeted tablets called 8arsatabe. T0N80RIAL ART. ; Judge--I see that they have fired another bomb at the czar ft rid he had a close shave. Fudge--Well, a close shave wouldn't hurt any of those Russian whisker- lnoes! Sincere But Awkward. 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