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The Wingham Times, 1912-03-14, Page 7THE WINGi1AM . T1MES, MAPCII 1.1 .. :7. .;•its t. :,f a• 7C. :, •:••:(': ;i: etc• igs of t By LOUIS TRACY Copyright. , 1903, by Edward J. Chide •Yue intervening heft was sparsely •dotted with trees, easuarivas, noon and other woods he did not know, resem- bling ebony and cedar. A number of stumps showed that the ax had been at work, but not recently. He passed into the cleft and climbed a tree that offered easy access. As he expected, after rising a few feet from the ground bis eyes encountered the solemn blue line of the sea, not half a mile distant. IIe descended and commenced a sys- tematic search. Men had been here. , Was there a house? Would he sudden- ly encounter some hermit Malay or Chinaman? • At the foot of the main cliff was a cluster of fruit bearing trees—plan- tains, areca nuts and cocoa pilins, A couple of cinchonas caught his eye. In one spot the undergrowth was rank and vividly green. be cassava, or• tapioca plait, reared its high passion flower leaves above the grass, and .some sago palms thrust aloft their thick stemmed trunks. "Here Is a change of menu, at any rate," • Ile comm Hens. Breaking a thick branch off a poen tree, he whittled away the minor stems. A strung stick was needful to explore that leafy fastuess thoroughly. A few cautions strides and vigorous whacks with the stick laid bare the cnuse of such prodigality in a soil cov- ered with drifted sand and lumps of •black ane white speckled coral. The •trees oua bushes inclosed a well—safe- ;guarded, in fact, from being choked -with sand during the first gale that :blew. Delighted with this discovery, more precious than diamonds at the mo- Imeut — for he do::hted the advisability •of existing on the water supply of the ,pitcher plant—he knelt to peer iuto the !excavation. The well had been proper- rly made. Ten feet down be could see the reflection of his face. Expert hands bad tapped the secret reservoir of the island. By stretching to the full ex- tent of his arm he managed to plunge the stick into the water. Tasting the drops, he found that they were quite sweet. The sand and porous rock pro- vided the host of filter beds. Ile rose, well pleased, and noted that on the opposite side the appearance of the shrubs and tufts of long grass indicated the existence of a -grown over Hach toward the cliff. He followed it, walking carelessly, with eyes seeking the prospect beyond, when something rattled. nod cracked beneath his feet. Looking down, be was horrified to find be was trampling on a skeleton, Had a venomous snake coiled its glis- t.')!ing fools around his leg be would "i. have bet:u more startled. But this man of iron nerve soon recovered. He frowned deeply after the first involun- tary heart throb. With the stick he cleared away the undergrowth and revealed the skeleton of a than. The bones were big and strong, but oxidized by the action of the air. Jenks had injured the left tibia by his tread, but three fractured ribs and a smashed shoulder blade told some terrible unwritten story. Beneath the mournful relics were fragments of decayed cloth. It was blue serge. Lying about were a few blackened objects, brass buttons mark- ed with an anchor. The dead man's boots were in the best state of preser- vation, but the leather had shrunk, and •the nails protruded like fangs. A rusted pocketknife lay there, and on the left breast of the skeleton rest- ed a round piece of tin, the top of a •canister, which might have reposed in a coat pocket. Jenks picked it up. Some curious marks and figures were punched lute its surface. After a hasty glance he put it aside for more leisure- ly examination. No weapon was visible. He could form no estimate ns to the cause of the death of this poor unknown nor the time since the tragedy had 'occurred. Jenks must have stood many mut- ates before he perceived that the skel- eton was headless. At first he imag- ined that in rummaging about with the stick he had disturbed the skull. But the most minute search demonstrated that it had gene—had been taken away, in fact—for the plants which so effectu- ally screened the lighter bones would not permit the skull to vanish. Then the frown on the sailor's face became threatening, thunderous. He recollected the rusty creese. Indistinct memories of strange tales of the China sea crowded unbidden to his brain. "Dyaks!" he growled fiercely. "A. ship's officer, an Englishman probably, murdered by head hunting Dyak pi• rates!" If they came once they would come again. Five hundred yards away Iris Deane was sleeping. He ought not to have left her alone. And then, with the devilish ingenuity of coincidence, h revolver shot awoke the echoes and dent all manner of wild fowl hurtling through the trees with clamorous out- cry. utcry. Panting and wild eyed, Ienks was at the girl's side In an inconceivably short Space of time, She was not beneath the shelter of the grove, but on the sands, gazing, pallid in cheek and lip, let the group of rocks on the edge of the lagoon. . - "What is the matter. Lo e• --e "Oh, I don't know!" she wailed brokenly, "I had a dream, such a hor- rible dream. You were struggling with some awful thing down there." She pointed to the rocks. "I was not near the place," he said laboriously. It cost him an effort to breathe. His broad chest expanded inches with each respiration. "Yes, yes, .I understand. But I awoke and ran to save you. When 1 got hero I saw something, a thing with waving arms, and fired. It van- ished, and then you came." The sailor walked slowly to the rocks. A. fresh chip out of the stone showed where the bullet struck. One huge bowlder was wet, as if water had been splashed over it, He halted and looked intently into the water. Not a fish was to be seen, but small spirals of sand were eddying up from the bot- tom, where it shelved steeply from the shore. Iris followed him, "See!" she cried excitedly. "I was not mistaken. There was something here." A creepy sensation ran up the man's spine and passed behind his ears. At this spot the drowned Lascars were lying. Like an inspiration came the knowledge that the cuttlefish, the dreaded octopus, abounds in the China sea. IIis face was livid when he turned to Iris. "You are overwrought by fa - Revealed the skeleton of a 'tram. tigue, Miss Deane," he said. "What you saw was probably a seal." He knew the ludicrous substitution would not be questioned. "Please go and lie down again." "I cannot," she protested. "I am too frightened." • "Frightened! By a. dream! In broad daylight!" "But why are you so pale? What has alarmed you?" "Can you ask? Did you not give the agreed signal?" — "Yes, but"— , -;:s s.e: eeel t.- _... 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Mfilbura Cola.! ><firi►fted,'eronto, Ont. Her inquiring glance fell. Ile was breathless from agitation rather than running. He was perturbed on ber ae- 2ount, For an instant she had looked Into his soul, "1 will go back," she said quietly, "(though I would rather accompany you. What are you doing?" "Seeking a place to lay our heads," he answered, with gruff carelessness.. "You really must rest, Miss Deane. Otherwise you will be broken up by fatigue and become ill." So Iris again sought her couch of sand, and the sailor returned to the skeleton. They separated unwillingly, each thinking only of the other's safe- ty and comfort. • CHAPTER IY. ACROSS the parched bones lay Athe stick discarded by Jenks in his alarm. He picked it up and resumed his progress along the pathway. ' So closely dial he now examine the ground that he hard- ly noted. his direction. The track led straight toward the wall of rock. The distance was not great—about forty yards. At first the brushwood imped- ed hhn, but soon even this hindrance disappeared, and a well defined passage meandered through a belt of trees, some strong and lofty, others quite im- mature. More bushes gathered at the foot of the cliff. Behind them he could see the mouth of a cave. The six months' rad growth of vegetation about the en- trance gave clear indication as to the time which had elapsed since a human foot last disturbed the solitude. A few vigorous blows with the stick cleared away obstructing plants and leafy branches, The sailor stooped and looked into the cavern, for the opening was barely five feet high. He per- 2eived instantly that the excavation was man's handiwork applied to a fault in the bard rock. A sort of nat- ural shaft existed, and this had been extended by manual labor. Beyond the entrance the cave became more lofty. Owing to its position whit ref- erence to the sun at that hour Jenks imagined that sufficient light would be obtainable when the tropical luxu- riance of foliage outside was dispensed with. At present the interior was dark. With the stick he tapped the walls and roof. A startled cluck and the rush of wings heralded the flight of two birds alarmed by the noise. Soon his eyes, more accustomed to the gloom, made out that the place was about thirty feet deep, ten feet wide in the center and seven or eight feet high. At the farther end was a collection of objects inviting prompt attention. Each moment he could see with greater dis- tinctness. Kneeling on one side of the little pile, he discerned that on a large stone serving as a rude bench were some tin utensils, some knives, a sex- tant and a quantity of empty cartridge eases. Between the stone and what a miner terms the "face" of the rock was a four foot space. Here, half imbedded in the sand which covered the floor, were two pickaxes, a shovel, a sledge hammer, a fine timber felling ax and three crowbars. In the darkest corner of the cave's extremity the "wall" appeared to be very smooth. He prodded with the stick, and there was a sharp clang of tin. He discovered six square kerosene oil cases carefully stacked up. Three were empty, one seemed to be half full, and the' contents of two were un- touched. With almost feverish haste he ascertained that the half filled tin did really contain oil. "What a find!" he ejaculated aloud. So far as he could judge, the cave harbored no further surprises. Return - ng toward the exit,`his.boots dislodged more empty cartridges from the sand. They were shells adapted to a revolver of heavy caliber. At a short distance from the doorway they were present in dozens. "The remnants of a light" ho thought. "The man was attacked and defended himself here. Not expecting the arrival of enemies, he provided no store of food or water. He was killed while trying to reach the well, proba- oly at night." He vividly pictured the scene—a .rave, hardy European keeping at bay a boat load of Dyak savages, enduring manfully the agonies of hunger, thirst, ?erhaps wounds; then the siege, fol - owed by a wild effort to groin the life riving well, the hiss of a Malay parang wielded by a lurking foe and the last despairing struggle before death came. He might be mistaken. Perchance •here was a less dramatic explanation. dut he could not shake off his first iin- )ressions. "What was the poor devil doing aere?" he asked. "Why did he bury iimself in this rock, with mining uten- sils and a few rough stores? Ho could lot be a castaway. There is the indi- mtfon of purpose, of preparation, of nethod combined with ignorance, for 'tone who knew the ways of Dyaks and lhinese pirates would venture to live 'ere alone if he could help it, and if he 'eally were alone." There was relief in hearing his own mice. He could bum and think and .et. Arming himself with the ax, he ,stacked the bushes and branches of trees in front of the cave. He cut a 'resit approach to the well and thvew :lie litter over the skeleton. At first tie was inclined to bury it where It lay, but he disliked the idea of Iris walking unconsciously over the place. No time could be wasted that day. He would seize an early opportunity to act as gravedigger. After an absence of little more than an hour he rejoined the girl. She saw him from afar and wondered whence he obtained the ax be shouldered. "You are a successful explorer," she cried when he drew near. "YeS, Miss Deane. I have found war "a' 11 " "And the sho'tor is it a 1 o•ri" ?" "No, a t':'ve. If you are el :Melee re";ted you m'gi:t eeme and take yes - se *don," llor eyes don ell \vitt' excitement. IIe told her what I:e bad seen, with re.-ervatinn:s, and she ren on tie:., e haft to w'itnese these marvels. "Why did you make a new path to the well?" size inquired after a repel survey. "A new path!" The pertinent clues- tion staggered him. "Yee the people who lived Isere meet have Ise! sone sort of free pasdsago." lie lied easily. "I have only ele.tro,l away recent growth,' he said. "And why did they dig a cave?' It surely would be much more simple to bulbi a house from all these trees." "Tlteee you puzzle me," he said frankly, They had entered the cavern but a little way and now carne out. "These empty cartridges are funny, They suggest a fort. a battle." Wo- manlike, her words were carelessly chosen, but they were crammed with inductive force. I•)utbarked on the toboggan slope of untruth, the sailor slid smoothly down- ward. "Events have colored your imagina- tion, Miss Define. Even in England men often preserve such things for fu- ture use. They cnn be reloaded." "Yes, I have seen keepers do that. This is different. There is an air of"— "There is a lot to be done," broke in Jenics emphatically. "We must climb the bill and get back Isere in time to light another fire before the sun goes down. I want to prop n can- vas sheet in front of the cave and try to devise a lamp." "Must I sleep inside?" demanded Iris. "Yes. Where else?" There was a pause, a mere whiff of awkwardness. "I will mount guard outside," went on Jenks. He was trying to improve the edge of the ax by grinding it on a I soft stone. The girl went into the cave again. !I She was inquisitive, uneasy. "That arrangement"— she began, but ended in a sharp cry of terror. The dispossessed birds had returned during the sailor's absence. "I will kill them!" he shouted in an- ger. "Please don't. There has been enough of death in this place already." The words jarred on his ears. Then he felt that she could only allude to the victims of the wreck. "I was going to say," she explained, "that we trust devise a partition. There is no help for it until you con- struct a sort of house. Candidly, I do not like this hole in the rock. It is a vault, a tomb." "You told me that I was in com- mand, yet you dispute my orders." He strove hares to appear brusquely good humored, iudlifferent, though for one of his mold he was absurdly irritable. The cause was overstrain, but that ex - Planation escaped him. "Quite true. But if sleeping In the cold, iu dew or rain, is bad for me,.it must be equally bad for you, and with- out you I am helpless, you know." IIe laughed sardonically, and the harsh note clashed with her frank candor. Here at least she was utterly deceived. His changeful moods were Incomprehensible. "I will serve you to the best of my ability, Miss Deane," he exclahned. "We must hope for a speedy rescue, and I am inured to exposure. It is otherwise with you. Are you ready for the climb?" The crest of the hill was tree covered, and they could see nothing beyond their immediate locality until the sailor found a point higher than the rest, where a rugged collection of hard ba- salt and the uprooting of some poen trees provided an open space elevated above the ridge. For a short distance the foothold was precarious. Jenks helped the girl in this part of the climb. His strong, gentle grasp gave her confidence. She was flushed with exertion when they stood together on the summit of this elevated perch. They could look to every point of the compass except a small section on the southwest. Here the trees rose behind them until the brow of the precipice was reached. The emergence into a sunlit pano- rama of land and sea, though expected, was profoundly enthralling. They ap- peared to stand almost exactly in the center of the island, which was cres- cent shaped. It was no larger than the sailor had estimated. The new slopes now revealed were covered with ver- dure down to the very edge of the wa- ter, which for nearly a mile seaward broke over jagged reefs. The sea look- ed strangely calm from this height. Irregular blue patches on the horizon to south and east caught the man's. first glance. He unslung the binocu- tars he still carried and focused them eagerly. "Islands," he cried, "and big ones too!" "How odds" whispered Iris, more concerned in the scrutiny of her imme- diate surroundings. Jenks glanced at her sharply. She was not looking at the islands, but at a curious hollow, a quarry -like denressiont beneath them to the ri;;ht, dist~nt about 300 yards and not far removed from the small pla- teau containing the well, though Iso• fated from it by the south angle of the Main cliff. Here, in a great circle, there was not a vestige of grass, shrub or tree, noth' ing save brown rock and sand. At first the sailor deemed it to be the dried up bed of a small lake. This hypothesis would not serve, else it Would be choked With verdure. The pit stared VP at them like an ominous eye, though neither paid further attention to it, fol the glorious prospect mapped ltt theii feet momentarily gwoRt 44 cute "What a beautiful pinoot" murmured fries, "1 wena1"r what it is called." "d': poet. we t'hi' ::feu it itninbow is• 1:1!,1;" IChy 'Itai::how?' " "'i'llet is the English meaninf of 'Ids' Iu Latin, you Irnow," "So it Is. Mow clever of you to think of it! Tell mo, what is the meaning of 'Robe't' in (;reek?" Ile tuned t) survey the northwest si"'e of the island. "I do not know," he answered. ''It might not be farfetched tit t ••tt'.::Into is as 'a -ship's steward, a [lle;ilil.' " Ira had meant her playful re- tort ;n a mere light hearted quibble. It r•na',. r 1 her, a young person of much r+ -s! ;; greftce, to have leer loudly con- s.( a•rsiun topelled. snpp1.4e so," she agreed, "but I !etre gene tlu'ca'•tt ss much in a few h ii' Vett I ant bewildered, apt to for- s et lho.;e nice dist tedious." Jenks was closely examining the reef ant which the PIM tr struck. Some quare objects were visible near the tenni tree. The ran. Minting on the waves, rendere,l it difficult to discern their significance, "What do you maize of those?" he in- quired, Iuanding the glasses and bland- ly iset ,ring Miss Deane's petulance. Ile:• bre in wne busy with other things :vh!i' e ire twisted the binoculars to suit her vision. Rainbow island--Iris— it weer a nice coucelt, but "menial" et' - k a dh eordant note. This man AVIS 111 ":tenial in al•pe,u•ance or speech. Why was be so deliberately rude? "I think they are boxes or packing ammulteed. "Ah, that w'is my own idea! I must visit that lccelity:" "1lnty? Will you swim?" "Na." he said, his stern lips relaxing in a s:nllo; "I will not swim, and, by the way, Mies Deane, be careful when ret tare near the water. The lagoon is swarming with sharks at present. T furl t Ih•r:slily assured that at low t!s'o, when the remnants of the gale lens , vanished, I will be able to walk tl' re along the reef." etarke!" she cried. "In there! What horrible snrnrives this speck of land contains! I should not have im- ieed that sharks and seals could llvo together!" "You are quite right" he explained, w:th becoming gravity. "As e rule, sleets infest only the leeward side of thee" i '.,:nds, Just now they are at- tracted in shoals by the wreck" "Oh!" Iris shivered slightly. "We Ind better go back now. The wind is keen ht se, Miss Deane." She knew that lie purposely misun- derstood her gesture. IIis attitude con- veyee a rebuke. There was no further ro en for sentiment in their present ex- istence. They had to deal with chill necessities. As for the sailor, he was glad that the chance turn of their con- versation enabled. him to warn her against tate lurking dangers of the la- goon. There was no need to mention the devilfish now. IIe must spare her all avoidable thrills. They gathered the stores from the first dining room and reached the cave without incident, Another fire was lighted, and while Iris attended to the kitchen the sailor felled several young trees. Ile wanted poles, and these were the right size and shape. He soon cleared a considerable space. The. timber was soft and so small in girth that three cuts with the ax usually sufficed. IIe dragged from the beach the smallest tarpaulin he could find and propped it against the rock in such manner that it effectually screen; ed the mouth of the cave, though ad milting light and air. IIe was so busy that he paid little heed to Iris. But the odor of fried ham was wafted to him. He wad lifting a couple of heavy stones to stay the canvas and keep it from flapping in the wind when the girl called out: "Wouldn't you like to have a wash before dinner?" Ile straightened himself and looked nt her. Her face and hands were shining, spotless. The change was se great that his brow wrinkled with peri p!exity. "I am a good pupil," she cried.- "Yon see I ant already learning to help my self. I made a bucket out of one of the dish covers by slinging it in twd ropes. Another dish cover, some sand and leaves supplied basin, soap and towel. I have cleaned the tin cups and the knives, and, see, here is my great- est treasure." She held up a•sinall metal lamp. "Where in the world did you find that?" he exclaimed. Buried in the sand inside the cave•" "Anything else:'" His tone was abrupt. She was so die- appointed by the seeming want of ap• predation of her industry that a glean of amusement died from her eyes, and she shook her head, stooping at once to attend to the toasting of some biscuits. This time he was genuinely sorry. "Forgive me, Miss Deane," he said penitently. "My words are dictated by anxiety. I do not wish you to make discoveries on your own account, This is n strange place, you know—an un- nicasant one in some respects." "Surely I cnn rummage about my own cave?" Most certainly. It was careless of me not to have examined its interior more thoroughly." "Then why do you grumble because I found the lamp?" "I slid not mean any such thing. I am sorry." "I thunk you are horrid. If you want to wash you will find the water over there. Don't wait. The 'ham will be frizzled to a cinder." Unlueky Jenks! Was ever man fated to incur such unmerited odium? Ile savagely laved his tate and nee.:. 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A gust of :neer rose within hhn that he should ':e the cause -of those tears. Ile tried to rise, "Oh! Are you better?" Her lips .;uiverod pitifully. "Yes. What happened? Did I faint?" "Drink this." She held a cup to his mouth, and he obediently strove to swallow the con- teute. It was champagne. After the first spasm of terror and when the ap- plication of water to his face failed to restore consciousness Iris had knocked the head off the bottle of champagne. Ile quickly revived. Nature had only given him a warning that he was over- drawing his resources. He was deep- ly humiliated. He did not conceive the truth, that only n strong man could do all that he had done and live. For thirty-six hours be had not slept. Dur- ing part of the time he fought with wilder beasts than they knew at Ephe- sus. The long exposure to the sun, the meatal strain of his foreboding that the charming girl whose life depended upon him might be exposed to even worse dangers than any yet encounter- ed, the physical labor he had under- gone, the irksome restraint he strove to place upon his conduct and utterances —all these things culminated in utter relaxation when the water touched his heated skin. "How could you frighten me so?" de- manded Iris hysterically. "You must have felt that you were working too hard. You made me rest. Why didn't you rest yourself?" He looked at her wistfully. This col- lapse must not happen again for her sake. These two said more with eyes than lips. She withdrew her arm. Her face and neck crimsoned. "Good gracious!" she cried. "The ham is ruined!" It was burnt black. She prepared a fresh supply. When it was ready Jenks was himself again. 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As it carte in on Sun- day, it goes out on the same day. This, including I9r5, ee^fn's but eigh- tee.l t`.nnes in tini.s se tnry. If you are mathematically c::: strutted. it will be et,sy tr7 understar:1 how the arrange- ment seenl•t lure ruler. If you are as frank about it as was Lord Chester- field in 1751 when he presented a bill to bring British dates into agreement with those of Europe generally, it won't bother. He said he knew no- ihing about the subject; but he was forced to make the Lords think he did, and to make them think that alsowhichdidn't. they know, nth cl they The next year corresponding to the current calendar will be 1916, and the same will be true of 1922 and 1928. After these, a similar condition will occur in five years, 1933. Then six years will elapse before a fifty-three Sunday calendar, 1939. Then the schedule will swing back to five years, or in 1944. From then there will be fifty-three Stn:day in 1950, 1930. 1961, 1967, 1972, li 7�, 1984, 19e9, 1995 and iOt1f. .1 study of this feet trill show that no year, leap years excepted, can hate fifty-three Sundays unless the year begins on Sunday. Of course the first day of 191`2 was lu Monday. April and July follow suit. February and August t .11 start an Thursday; 31areh and November some in on Friday. May tt i1l be the ly month 1 eginning on We"ines- 11'ay; June will start on Saturday; r,l•ptetnber and December onSunday; ' )c•tober on Tuesday. Almanac "takers and people whose .1' eialty is measuring time aed un- winding the eternal dances of the mid- night sky, "tell us that the length of day light differs according. to its loca- tion. Thus, New York's lout' -t day is fifteen hours. London has : ixteeu and one-half hours. Spitzber:;:-1n has three and a half months. Q t:to on the equator has its day anal night equally divided. Reduced to simple numbers v e say that all years contain three hundred and sixty-five days. And unless one is a time specialist, one tt on:d say that all the years begin the first day of January. It depends on what kind of a year is considered. The lunar year, for example, has three hundred and fifty-four days, eight hours, forty- eight minutes, and thirty-six seconds. In this year the moon makes a jour ney round the earth twelve tines. As you will readily see, the lunar year is eleven days shorter than the solattt year! ...