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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Wingham Times, 1912-03-21, Page 7THE WINGIIAM. TIMES, MARCH 21, 1912 " laasealaa laaealvalleleaea:asaaa3aaaalaalia:aa:-.., ingS f.the By LOUIS Or/ling TRACY Copyright, 1903, by Edward J. Clode bilence and shared the remains of the bottle. .& fzi.d.ille illumined his tired. face. Iris was watchful. She had never In her life cooked even a potato or boiled an egg. The ham, was her first attempt. "My cooking amuses you?" she de- .lmanded suspiciously. "It gratifies every sense," he mur- 'Mused. "There is but one thing need - 1111 to complete my happiness." "And that is?" ! "Permission to smoke." 'Smoke what?" He produced a steel box tightly Cond and a pipe. "Your pockets are absolute shops," Said the girl, delighted that his temper had improved. "What other stores do you carry about with you?" He lit his pipe and solemnly gave an inventory of his worldly goods. Be- ,yond the items she had previously seen . he could only enumerate a silver dol- lar, a very soiled and crumpled hand- kerchief and a bit of tin. A box of Norwegian matches he threw away as -useless, but Iris recovered them. "You never know what purpose they may servo," she said. In after days a weird significance was attached to this simple phrase. "Why do you carry about a bit of tin?" she went on. "I found. it here, Miss Deane," he answered. Luckily she interpreted "here" as :applying to the cave. "Let me see it. aray I?" He handed it to her. She could make nothing of it, so together they puzzled over it. The sailor rubbed it with a mixture of kerosene and sand. Then figures and letters and. a sort of dia- gram were revealed. At last they be- came decipberable. By exercising pa- tient ingenuity some one had indented the metal with a sharp punch until the .marks assumed this aspect: Iris was quick witted. "It is a plan ,:of the island," she cried. "Also the latitude and the longitude." "What does 'J. S.' mean?" "Probably the initials of a man's name. Let us say John Smith, for in- stance." "And the figures on the island, with the 'X' and the dot?" "I cannot tell you at present," he said. "I take it that the line across the island signifies this gap or canyon, and the small intersecting line the cave. But 32 divided by 1 and an 'X' sur- mounted by a dot are cabalistic. They would cause even Sherlock Holmes to smoke at least two pipes. I have bare- ly started one." "It looks quite mysterious, like the Minn.:you rend of in stories of pirates and blirleil tre..sura." "Yes," he admita'a. "it is unques- tionably a phut. a iaaalance. given to a person not previtat dy risoninted with the Walla, but (()'ll'' a`• of same fact connected wiC, il. Ia. 0 :an •a''v near of 1,''' tea:cancers I. can I, •la." la Inlad frequented these seas. The poor beg- gar who left it here must have had some other motive than searching for a cache." "Did he dig the cave and the well, I Iwonder?" "Probably the former, but not the well. No man could do it unaided." "Why do you assume he was alone?" He strolled toward the fire to kick a *tray log. "It is only idle speculation at the best, Miss Deane," he replied. "Would you like to help me to drag some timber up from the beach? If we get a few big planks we can build a fire that will last for hours. We want some extra clothes, too, and it will soon be dark." The request for co-operation gratified her. She complied eagerly, and with- out much exertion they hauled a re- spectable load of firewood to their new camping ground. They also brought a number of coats to serve as coverings. Then Jenks tackled the lamp. It was a' most difficult operation to open it. Before the sun went down he Sue- ceeded and made a wick by Unraveling a few strands of wool from his jersey. When night fell, with the suddenness Of the tropics, Iris was able to illInna elate her small domain. They were both utterly tired and eady to drop with fatigue. The girl aid "good tight," but bastardly te• ippeared from behind the tarpatillii. "Am 1 to keep the lamp alight?" she nquired. "Please yourself, Miss Deane. Bet- ter not, perhaps. it will only burn tour er five hours anyway." Soon the light vanished, and he lay, down, his pipe between his teeth, close to the cave,* 111$1-uumNa Wear Y though lie was he could not sleep forthwith. His mind was oceanic(' with the signs on the canister head. "32 diva -led by 1; an 'X' and a dot," he repeated several times. "What do they signify?" Suddenly he sat up, with every sense alert, and grabbed his revolver. Some- thing impelted him to look toward the spot, a few feet away, where the skele- ton was hidden. It was the rustling of a bird among•the trees that had caught his ear. He thought of the white framework of a once powerful man, lying there among the bushes, abandoned, forgot- ten, horrific. Then he smothered a cry Of surprise. "I3y Jove!" he muttered. "There is no 'X' and dot. That sign is meant for a skull and crossbones. It lies exactly on the part of the island where we saw that queer looking bald patch today. First thing tomorrow before the girl awakes I must examine that place!' He resolutely stretched himself on his share of the spread out coats, now `• thoroughly dried by sun and fire. In a minute he was sound asleep. 11 CHAPTER V. B awoke to find the sun high in the heavens. Iris was prepar- ing breakfast; a fine fire was crackling cheerfully, and the presiding goddess had so altered her appearance that the sailor surveyed her with astonishment. Lie noiselessly assumed a sitting pos- ture, tucked his feet beneath him and blinked. The girl's face was not visi- ble from where he sat, and, for a few seconds he thought he mist surely be dreaming. She was attired in a neat navy blue dress and smart blouse. Her white canvas shoes were replaced. by strong' leather boots. She was quite spick and Span, this island Hebe. is soundly had he slept that his senses returned but slowly. At last 1.e guessed what had happened. She had risen with the dawn and, conquer- ing her mitural feeling of repulsion, selected from the store he accumu- lated yesterday some more suitable garments than those in which she es- caped from the wreck. He quietly took stock of his own tattered condition and passed a re- flective hand ovbr the stubble on his chin. In a few days his face would resemble a sarualaug brush. In that mournful moment he would have ex- changed even bis pipe and tobacco box, worth untold gold, for shaving tackle. Who can say why his thoughts took such trend? Twenty-four hours can effect great changes in the human mind if controlling influences are ac- tive. Then came a sharp revulsion of feel- ing. His name was Robert—a menial. He reached for his boots, and Iris heard him. "Good morning!" she cried, smiling') sweetly. "I thought you would never awake. I suppose you were very, very tired. Please wash quickly. The eggs will be hard." "Eggs!" "Yes. I made a collection among the trees. I tasted one of a lot that looked good. It was first rate." He had not the moral courage to be- gin the day with a rebuke. She was irrepressible, but she really must not do these things. He smothered a sigh in the improvised basin which was placed ready for him. CAUGHT HEAVY COLD. Left Throat and Lungs Very Sore. There is no better cure for a cough or cold than Dr. Wood's Norway Pine Syrup. It is rich in the lung -healing virtues of the Norway pint tree, and is a pleasant, safe and effectual medicine that may be confidentially relied upon as a specific for Coughs, Colds, Bronchitis, Hoarse- ness, Sore Throat, Quinsy, and all Throat and Lung Troubles. Mr. S. Monaghan, Charlottetown, writes: — "I certify that 'Dr. Wood's Norway Pine Syrup Is an excel- lent medicine for coughs and colds. Last winter I contracted a heavy cold which left my lungs and throat very sore. I had to give up work and stay in the house for two weeks. I used several cough mixtures, but got no relief until a friend advised me to use Dr. Wood's Nonva3i Pine Syrup. Three bottles entirely cured me, and I can recommend it as the best medicine for coughs." Don't be initialed upon by taking eny- thing but "Dr. Wood's" as there are many imitations of this sterling remedy on the market. "Dr. Wood's" is put up in a yellow wrapper; three pine trees the trade mark; price 25 cents. Manufactured only by The T. Milburn Co., Limited, Toronto, Ont. Miss Deane had prepared a capital meal. Of course the ham and biscuits still bulked large in the bill of fare, but there were boiled eggs, fried ba- nanas and an elderly cocoanut. These things, supplemented by clear, cold wa- ter, were not so bad for a couple of castaways hundreds of miles from everywhere. For the life of him the man could not refrain from displaying the con- versational art in which he excelled. Their talk dealt with Italy, Egypt, In- dia. He spoke with the ease of culture and enthusiasm. Once he slipped into tillecaote apropos of the helplessness ef British soldiers in any matter out- side the scope of the king's regulations. "I remember," he said, "seeing a cav- elry mile:horn and the members of an cscfrt sitting half starved on a number hags piled up in the Suakin desert. And what do you think were in the bags?" "I don't know," said Iris, keenly alert for deductions. "Biscuits! They thought the bags contained patent fodder until I enlight- ened them." It was on the tip of her tongue to pounce on him with the comment, "Then you have been an officer in the army." But she forbore. She had guessed this earlier. Yet the misdate - Vous light in her eyes defied control. He was warned in time and pulled himself up short. "You read my face like a book," she cried. "No printed page was ever so—legi- ble. Now, Miss Deane, we have gos- siped too long. I am a laggard this morning, but before starting work I have a few serious remarks to make." "More 'digs?" she inquired saucily. "I repudiate 'digs.' Iu the first place, you must not make any more experi- ments in the matter of food. The eggs were a wonderful effort; but, flattered by success, you may poison yourself." "Secondly?" "You must never pass out of my sight without carrying a revolver, not so much for defense, but as a signal. Did you take one when you went bird's nesting?" "No. Why?" There was a troubled look in his eyes when he answered: "It Is best to tell you at Once that before help reaches us we may be vis- ited by cruel and bloodthirsty sav- ages. I would not even mention this if it were a remote contingency. As matters stand, you ought to know that such a thing may happen. Let us trust in God's goodness that assist- ance may come soon. The island has seemingly been deserted for many months, and therein lies our best chance of escape. But I am obliged to warn you lest you should be taken unawares." Iris was serious enough now. "How do you know that such dan- ger threatens us?" she demanded. He countered readily. "Because I happen to have read a good deal about the China sea and its frequenters," he said. "I iim the last man in the world to alarm you needlessly. All I mean to convey is that certain precautions should be taken against a risk that is possible, not probable. No more." She could not repress a shudder. The sailor wanted to tell her that he would defend her against a host of savages if he were endowed with many lives, but he was perforce tongued tied. He even reviled himself for having spo- ken, but she saw the anguish in his face, and her woman's heart acknowl- edged him as her protector, her shield. "Mr. Jenks," she said simply, "we are in God's hands. I put my trust in him and in you. I am hopeful—nay, more, confident. I thank you for what you have done, for all that you will do. If you cannot preserve me from threat- ening perils no man could, for you are as brave and gallant a gentleman as lives on the earth today." • Now, the strange feature of this ex- traordinary and unexpected outburst of pent up emotion was that the girl pronounced his name with the slightly emphasized accentuation of one who knew it to be a mere disguise. The man was so taken aback by her dec- laration of faith that the minor inci- dent, though it did not escape him, was smothered in a tumult of feeling. He could not trust himself to speak. He rose hastily and seized the ax to deliver a murderous assault upon a sago palm that stood close at hand. Iris was the first to recover a degree of self possession. For n moment she had bared her soul. With reaction came a sensitive shrinking. Her deli- cate nature disapproved these senti- mental displays. She wanted to box her own ears. With innate tact she took a keen in- terest in the felling of the tree. "What 110 you went it for?" she in- quired when the sturdy trunk creakeil and fell. Jenks felt better now. "This is a change of diet," he ex- plained. "No; we don't boil the leaves or nibble the hark. When I split this palm open you will find that fhe in- terior is full of pith. I will cut it out for you, and then it will be your task to knead it with water after well wash- ing it, pick out all the fiber and finally permit the water to evaporate. In a couple of days the residuum will be- come n white pOwder, which. *hen boiled, is sago." "Good gracious!" said Iris. "The story sounds unconvincing, but I believe I am correct. It is worth a "I should have imagined that sage grew on a stalk like rice or wheat." "Or Topsy!" She laughed. A difficult situation had passed without undue effort, Un- happily the man reopened it. While Using a crowbar as a wedge he en- deavored to put matters on a straight- forward footieg. "A. little while ago," he said, "yon Seemed to imply that 1 had assumed 11'o 11:1'10 Jaalaa" i Brit Misa Pea ntas enefidential mood :711 gene. "Nothing of the kind," she :d vo'„:ty. think .1*(,n1;$ is an ex- 1.:Te:tt name." She roe:vetted. the words even 103 they 1.‘11 f:'u:n ter liae. The f'::1131.* gave a wreneli v't11 1 1.0 In splitting Ibe l'rT to 11 claestae ter le I re% "yeti are riglit." he sold. "It is dis- inlief, dogmatic. I cling to it sa.nattely." tiflerward, le:,.vitig Iris to the nuntelefe Le went to the Icewer ai'e of the Mend. a seareli for 1' le 1 !P0!. hie aitenAbh object. Y. e trees li'd 11110 be quickened his pave and tweicil to 1 Ile !eft in or - ?1 to evIlre the cavity marked on 1:0 %,7:t11 n 8%1111.110 Vros:41)opes. T., 411 1 e lilt upon the refu- se:a:: of a 1'0:;t:W:.::--01:It is, a line tae Real wiiere there were no grown trees, where the ground bore traces of humanity in the shape af a wrinkled and mildewed pair of chines° boots, a wooden sandal, even the decayed remains of a palki, or lit- ter. At last he reached the edge of the pit, and the sight that met his eyes held him spellbound. The labor of many bands had torn a chasm, a quarry, out of the, side of the hill. Roughly circular in shape, it had a diameter of perhaps a hundred feet, and at its deepest part, toward the cliff, it ran to a depth of forty feet. On the lower side, where the sailor stood, it descended rapidly for some fifteen feet. Grasses, shrubs, plants of every va- riety, grew in profusion down the steep slopes wherever seeds could find precarious nurture until a point was reached about ten or eleven feet from the bottom. There all vegetation ceas- ed, as if forbidden to cross a magic circle. Below this belt the placewas a charnel house. The bones of men and animals mingled in weird confusion. Most were 7Lc 2.)/ace was a charnel house. mere skeletons. A few bodies—nine the sailor counted—yet preserved some resemblance of humanity. These lat- ter were scattered among the older rel- ics. They wore the clothes of Dyaks. Characteristic hats and weapons de- noted their nationality. The others, the first harvest of this modern Gol- gotha, might have been Chinese coo- lies. When the sailor's fascinated vi- sion could register details he distill- guished yokes, baskets, odd looking spades and picks strewn amid the bones. The animals were all of one type—small, lanky, with long pointed skulls. At last he spied a withered hoof. They were pigs. Over all lay a thick coating o.0 fine sand, deposited from the eddying winds that could never reach the silent depths. The place was grewsome, hor- ribly depressing. Jenks broke out into a clammy perspiration. He seemed to be looking at the secrets of the grave. At last his superior intelligence as- serted itself. His brain became clear- er, recovered its power of analysis. He began to criticise, reflect, and this is the theory he evolved: Some one, long ago, had discovered valuable minerals in the volcanic rock. Mining operations were in full blast when the extinct volcano took its re- venge upon the human ants gnawing at its vitals and smothered them by a deadly outpouring of carbonic acid gas, the bottled up poison of the ages. A horde or pigs, ruuning wild over the island—placed there no doubt by Chi- nese fishers—had wet the same fate while intent on dreadful orgy. Then there came a European who knew how the anhydrate gas, being heavier than the surrounding air, set- tled like water in that terrible hollow. He, too, had striven to wrest the treas- ure from the stone by driving a tunnel into the cliff. Ile had partly succeeded and had gone away, perhaps to obtain help, after malady registering his knowledge on the lid of a tin canister. Tills, again, probably fell into the hands of another man, who, curious but unconvinced, caused himself to be set ashore on thls desolate spot with a few inadequate stores. Possibly he had arranged to be taken off within a fixed time. But a sampan laden with Dyak pi- rates came first, and the intrepid ex- plorer's bones rested near the well, While his head had gone to decorate the hut of some fierce village chief. The murderers, after burying their Own dead—for the White man fought hard, Witness the empty cartridges-7-searchA the island. Some of them, Ignorantly inquisitive; descended into the hollow. Tiley remained there. The others, su- perstitious barbarians, fled Or their embarking so hastily that they took from the cave neither tools nor oil, though they would greatly prize these articles. Such was the tragic web he spun, a compound of fact and fancy. It ex- plained all perplexities save one. What did "32 divided by 1" mean? Was there yet another fearsome riddle awaiting solution? And then his thoughts flew to Iris. Happen what might, her bright picture was seldom absent from bis brain. Seppose, egg bunting, she had stum. bled across this valley of death! How eaula he hope to keep it hidden from her? Was not the ghastly knowledge better than the horror of a chance ram- ble through the wood and the shock of alaeovery—nay, indeed, the risk of a ea tastrophe? He rushed back through the trees un- til he caught sight of Iris industrious- ly kneading the sago pith in one of those most useful dish covers. He called to her, led her wondering to the track and pointed out the fatal quarry, but in such wise that she could not loak inside it. "You remember that round hole we saw from the summit rock?" he said. "Well, it is full of carbonic acid gas, to breathe which means unconsciousness and death. It gives no warning to the inexperienced. It is rather pleasant than otherwise. Promise me you will never conic near this place again." Now, Iris, too, had been thinking deeply. Robert Jenks bulked large in Ler day dreams. Her nerves were not yet quite normal. There was a catch in her throat as she answered: "I don't want to die. Of course I will keep away. What a horrid island this is! Yet it might be a paradise." She bit her lip to suppress her tears; but, being the Eve in this garden, she continued: "How did you 'find out? Is there anything—nasty—in there?" "Yes, the remains of animals and other things. I would not have told you were it not imperative." • "A.re you keeping other secrets from me?" "Oh, quite a number." He managed to conjure up a smile, and the ruse was effective. She ap- plied the words to his past history. "I hope they will not be revealed so dramatically," she said. "You never can tell," lie answered. They were in prophetic vein that morning. They returned in silence to the cave. "I wish to go inside with a lamp. afay I?" be asked. "May I come too?" she demanded. He assentea, with an explanation of his design. When the lamp was in or- der he held it close to the wall and conducted a systematic survey. The geological fault which favored the con- struction of the tunnel seemed to di- verge to the left at the farther end. The "face" of the rock exhibited the marks of persistent labor., The stone had beau hewn away by main force when the dislocation of strata ceased to be helpful. His knowledge was limited on the subject, yet Jenks • believed that the material here was a hard limestone rather than the external basalt. Search• Ing each inch with the feeble light, he paused once, with an exclamation. "What is it?" cried Iris. "I cannot be certain," Ile said doubt- fully. "Would you mind holding the lamp while I use a crowbar?" In the stone was visible a thin vein, bluish white in color. He managed to break oft a fair sized lump containing tonel-aeli.1 defined specimen of the foreign They hurried into the open air and examined the fragment with curious eyes. The sailor picked it with his knife, and the substance in the vein came off in laminated layers, small, brittle scales. "Is it silver?" Iris was almost ex- cited. "I do not think so. I am no expert, but I have a vague have seen"— He wrinkled his brows and pressed away the furrows with his hand, that physicalrnhabit of his when perplexed. ,o, Iny„ have it," he cried. "It is s anti - Miss Deane pursed her lips in dis- dain. Antimony! What was anti- mony? "So much fuss for nothing," she said. "It is used in alloys and medicines," he explained. "To us it is useless." He threw the piece of rock contemp- tuously among the bushes. But, be- ing thorough in all that he undertook, he returned to the cave and again conducted an inquisition. The silver hued vein became more strongly mark- ed at the point where it disappeared downward into a collection of rubble ana sand. That was all. Did men give their toil, their lives, for this? So it would appear. Be that as it might, he had more pressing work. If the cave still held a secret it must remain there. Iris had gone back to her sago knead-. Ing. Shouldering the ax, he walked te the beach. Much debris from the steam- er was lying high and dry. It was an easy task for an athletic than to reach the palm tree, yet the sailor' hesitated with almost imperceptible qualms.. "A baited rat trap," he muttered. Then he quickened his pace. With the first active spring from rock to rock his unacknowledged doubts vanished. Ile Might find stores of priceless util- ity. The reflection inspired Jumping end climbing like a cat, in two minutes he Was near the tree. He could now see the true explana- tion of its growth in a seemingly im- possible place. Here the 'bed of the sea bulged upward in A small Stand eay, which silted round the baso of limestone rock so different in color and formation froth the coral ref. Na- ture, whose engineering contrivances nun na i11111111111111111111111111WW1111111111 mama OCACT COPY07 WHAPPES. For Infants and Children. The Kind You Have Always Bought 1 Bears the Signature of aa! In Use For Over Thirty Years IA THE CENTAUR cOMPANV, NIW VOR( CITY. **!/asta-tea. eana'a lara!rata'Afti At, g'ti-rfar.P6, - • can force springs to mountain tops, managed to deliver to thio isolated ref- uge a sufficient supply of water to nourish the palm, and the roots: firmly lodged in deep CITVICOS, Were well pro- tected from the waves. Between the sailor and the tree in- tervened a small stretch of shallow 11')). i( Landward this sninnerged saddle shelved steeply into the lagoon. though the water in the cove IT:IS tWE'll- IT fathoms in depth, its crystal clear- ness was remarkable. The botoin. eenposed of marvolpesly white r and broken coral. rendercd other oh- 'eets conspicuous. I:e eoeld ace pony or fish, but not a Single shark. v.-hile m the inner slope of the rt.of w.e; elainly visible the destroyed fore part of ti e Sirdar, which had struck Le- ,nd the tree, relatively to his present 1' 10100101 Ile had wondered why no 51.S Were cast ashere. Now he saw the reason. neve of ti•ein wet.° still fm,tcned to the davits and cal -ted down with the hull. Seaward the water was uot so clear. The waves created patches of foam, ana long submarine plants swayed gen- tly in the undercurrent. To reach Palm Tree rock — antici- pating its subsequent name—he must cross a space of some thirty feet and wade up to his waist. He made the passage with ease. Pitched against the bole of the tree was a long, narrow case, very heavy, iron clamped and marked with letters in black triangles and the broad arrow of the British government. "Rifles, by all the gods!" shouted the sailor. The Sirdar carried a consignment of arms and ammunition from Hongkong to Singapore. Providence bad decreed that a practically inexhaustible store of cartridges should be hurled across the lagoon to the island. And here were rifles enough to equip half a com- pany. He would not risk the precious ax in an attempt to open the case. He must go back for a crowbar. What else was there in this store- house thrust by Neptune from the ocean bed? A chest of tea, seemingly1 undamaged; three barrels of flour, Ut- terly ruined; a saloon chair, smashed from its pivot; a battered chronometer. For the rest, fragments of timber in- termingled with pulverized coral and broken crockery. A little farther on the deep water entrance to the lagoon curved between (To be continued.) WEAK aad 01ZZ ¥SPELLS COULD NOT SLEEP AT NIGHT. People all over this land toss night after night on a sleepless pillow, and do not close their eyes in the refreshing slumber that comes to those whose heart and nerves are right. 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In Use For Over Thirty Years IA THE CENTAUR cOMPANV, NIW VOR( CITY. **!/asta-tea. eana'a lara!rata'Afti At, g'ti-rfar.P6, - • can force springs to mountain tops, managed to deliver to thio isolated ref- uge a sufficient supply of water to nourish the palm, and the roots: firmly lodged in deep CITVICOS, Were well pro- tected from the waves. Between the sailor and the tree in- tervened a small stretch of shallow 11')). i( Landward this sninnerged saddle shelved steeply into the lagoon. though the water in the cove IT:IS tWE'll- IT fathoms in depth, its crystal clear- ness was remarkable. The botoin. eenposed of marvolpesly white r and broken coral. rendercd other oh- 'eets conspicuous. I:e eoeld ace pony or fish, but not a Single shark. v.-hile m the inner slope of the rt.of w.e; elainly visible the destroyed fore part of ti e Sirdar, which had struck Le- ,nd the tree, relatively to his present 1' 10100101 Ile had wondered why no 51.S Were cast ashere. Now he saw the reason. neve of ti•ein wet.° still fm,tcned to the davits and cal -ted down with the hull. Seaward the water was uot so clear. The waves created patches of foam, ana long submarine plants swayed gen- tly in the undercurrent. To reach Palm Tree rock — antici- pating its subsequent name—he must cross a space of some thirty feet and wade up to his waist. He made the passage with ease. Pitched against the bole of the tree was a long, narrow case, very heavy, iron clamped and marked with letters in black triangles and the broad arrow of the British government. "Rifles, by all the gods!" shouted the sailor. The Sirdar carried a consignment of arms and ammunition from Hongkong to Singapore. Providence bad decreed that a practically inexhaustible store of cartridges should be hurled across the lagoon to the island. And here were rifles enough to equip half a com- pany. He would not risk the precious ax in an attempt to open the case. He must go back for a crowbar. What else was there in this store- house thrust by Neptune from the ocean bed? A chest of tea, seemingly1 undamaged; three barrels of flour, Ut- terly ruined; a saloon chair, smashed from its pivot; a battered chronometer. For the rest, fragments of timber in- termingled with pulverized coral and broken crockery. A little farther on the deep water entrance to the lagoon curved between (To be continued.) WEAK aad 01ZZ ¥SPELLS COULD NOT SLEEP AT NIGHT. People all over this land toss night after night on a sleepless pillow, and do not close their eyes in the refreshing slumber that comes to those whose heart and nerves are right. The sleeplessness cornea entirely from a derangement of either the heart or nerves, or both, but whatever the cause aiilburn's Heart and Nerve Pills offer the blessing of sound refreshing slumber. They do this by their invigorating effect Ori the heart and nerves, and will tone up the whole system to a perfect con- dition. Mrs. A. E. 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