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Bg STEWART EDWARD WHITE And SAMUEL HOPKINS ADAMS COPYRIGHT. 1 907. BY McCLURE. PHILLIPS CO. CHAPTER XXXriL S they had gathered to hear Ralph Slade’s tale, so now the depleted mess of the Wolver ine grouped themselves for Percy Darrow’s sequel. Slade himself «nt directly across from the doctor’s assistant. Before him lay a paper cov- ■ered witli jotted notes. Trendon slouched low in tbe chair on Slade’s right. Captain Parkinson had the oth- «r side. Convenient to Darrow’s hand lay the material for cigarettes. As he talked he rolled cylinder after cylinder and between sentences consumed them in long, satisfying puffs. “First you will want to learn of the fate of your friends and shipmates,” he began. “They are dead. One of them, Mr. Edwards, fell to my hands to burj’, as j’ou know. He lies beside Handy Solomon. The others we shall probably not see. Any one of a score of ocean currents may have swept them far avray. The last great glow that you saw was the signal of their destruction. So the work of a great scientist, a potent benefactor of the race, a gentle and kindly old heart, has brought about the death of your friends and of my enemies. The innocent and the guilty, the murderer with his plunder, the officer following his duty, 01113 and the same end—a paltry thing our vaunted science is in the face of such tangled fates.” He spoke low and bitterly. Then he squared his shoulders, and his manner became businesslike. “Interrupt me when any point needs clearing up,” he said. “It’s a blind trail at best. You’ve the right to see it ^s plain as I can make it—with Slade’s help. Cut right in with 3'our questions. There’ll be plenty to answer, and some never will be answered. Now, let me get this thing laid out clearly in my own mind. You first saw the glow— let me see”— “Night of June 2,” said Barnett. “June 2,” agreed Darrow. “That was the end of Solomon, Thrackles & Co. A very surprising end to them if they had time to think,” he added grimly. “Surprising enough from the surviv ors’ viewpoint,” said Slade. “Doubtless. They’ve had that story from you. I needn’t go over it. This ship picked up the Laughing Lass, de serted, and put 3’our tirst crew aboard. That night, was it not, you saw the second pillar of fire?” Barnett nodded. “So your men met their death. Then came the second finding of the empty ^hoo^r. 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JO—;q2iu ;Bq; puy„ -pBaq siq JO ;uatnaAora aiois oq; ni aonajaAaj JO uoT;sa22ns u q;iM pa*\ioq avoj|bq •apud ajdrajs q;iAi ‘uib; -dBDoq; piBs ,/jfs ‘pajaa;uniOA ifaqx,, «i'^2ipojd ;sq; jo sjojja; oavouiiuu aq; paoBj oqAi uaca aABjq aaaq aABq ;snra wanted to harness them. Once he got to the point of. practical experiment. You can ^tee the ruins yet—a hole in southern New Jei*sey. Nobody ever understood how he escaped. But there he was on his feet across a ten foot fence in a plowed field—yes, he flew the fence—and running, running, furi ously in the opposite direction when the dust cfeared away. Some one stop ped him finally. Told him the danger was ovef. ‘Y^et I w^ill not return,’ he said firmly and fainted away. That disgusted him with high explosives. What secrets he discovered he gave to the government. They were not with out value, I believe.” “They were not, indeed.” corroborat ed Barnett. “Next his interest turned to the nat ural phenomena of high energy. He studied lightning in an open steel net work laboratory, with few results save a succession of rheumatic attacks and an improved electric interrupter, since adopted by one of the great telegraph companies. The former oiiliged him to stop these experiments, and the in vention he considered trivial. Proba bly the great problem of getting at the secret of energy led him into his at tempts to study the mysterious elec trical waves radiated by lightning flashes. At any rate, he was soon as deep into the subject of electrical sci ence as his countryman. Hertz, had ever been. He used to tell me that he often wondered why he hadn’t taken up this line before—the world of ener gy he now set out to explore, waves in that tremendous range between those we hear and those we see. It was nat ural that he should then come to the most prominent radio-active elements, uranium, thorium and radium. But. though his knowledge surpassed that of the much exploited authorities, he was never satisfied with any of his re sults. “ ‘Pitchblende, nol’ he would ex claim. ‘It has not the great power. The mines are not deep enough yeti’ “Then suddenly the great idea that was to bring him success and cost him his life came to him. The bowels of the earth must hold the secret. He took up volcanoes. Does all this sound foolish? It was not if you knew the man. He was a mighty enthusiast, a born martyr. Not cold l)looded, like the rest of us. The fire was in his veins. A light, please. Thank you. “We chased volcanoes. There was j a theory under it all. He believed! that volcanic emanations are caused | by a mighty and uncomprehended oner-1 gy. something that achieves results' ascribable neither to explosions nor j heat, some eternal, inner source. Ra- j dium, if you choose, only he ditln’t call j it that. Radium, as known to our' modern scientists, he regarded as the ; harmless plaything of people with time hanging heavy on their hands. He wasn’t after force In pin point quanti- tix's—he wanted results. Yet I believe that, after all. what he sought was a sort of higher power of radium. The phenomena were related. And he had some of that concentrated essence of pitchblende in the chest when we start- j ed. Oh, not much, say about $20,000' worth. Maybe thirty. For use? No. Rather for comparison, I judge. | “Yes, we chased volcanoes. I be-1 I came used to camping between sam- i pie hells of all known varieties. I got; so that the fumes of a sulphur match ! seemed like a draft of pure, fresh ; air. Wherever any of the earth’s pim- i pies showed signs of coming to a head ! there were we, taking part in the trouble. By and by the doctor got so thoroughly poisoned that he had to lay off. Back to Philadelphia we eame. There an aged seafaring person, tem- porarilj* stranded, mulcted the profess or of a dollar—au undertalcing that re quired no art—and in the course of his recital touched upon yonder little cess pool of infernal iniquities. An un charted volcanic island—one that he could have all for his own. You may guess whether Dr. Schermerhorn was interested. “ ‘That iss for which we haf so long in vain sought. Percy,’ he said to me in his quaint, link chain style of speech. ‘A leedle prifate volcano labo ratory to ourselves to have. Totally unknown, undescribed, not on the chart to be found. Tomorrow we start. I make a list of the things to get.’ “He began his list, as I remember, with three dozen undershirts, a gallon of pennyroyal for insect bites, a box of assorted fishhooks, thirty pounds of tea and a case of carpet tacks. When I hadn’t anything else to worry over, I used to lie awake at night and specu late on the purpose of those carpet tacks. He had something in mind. If there vras anything on which he prid ed himself, it was his practical bent. But the list never got any further. It ceased short of one page in the ledger, as you may have noticed. 1 outfitted by telegraph on the way across the continent, “Ihe doctor didn’t ask me w’hether I’d go. He took it for granted. That’s probably why I didn’t back out. Nor did I tell him that the three life insur ance companies which had foolishly and trustingly accepted me as a risk merely on the strength of a good con stitution were making frantic efforts to compromise on the policies. They felt hurt, those companies. My healthy condition had ceased to ap peal to them. What's a good constitu tion between earthquakes? No, there was no use telling the doctor. It would only have w^orried him. Be sides, I didn’t believ.e that the island was there. I thought it was a myth of that stranded ancient mariner’s imag ination. When it rose to sight at the proper spot, none were more astound ed than the bad risk who now address es you. “Yet I must say for the island that it came handsomely up to specifica- tiqns. Down where you were, Slade, you didn’t get a real insight into its disposition. But in back of us there was any kind of action for your mon ey—geysers, neii spouts, fuming ns»- sures, cunning little craterlets with half portions of molten lava ready to Sftrve hot, more gases than you could create in all the world’s chemical labo ratories—in fact, everything to make the place a paradise for Old Nick and Dr. Schermerhorn. He brought along in his precious chest besides the ra dium some sort of raw-ciaterial: also as near as 1 could make out a sort of cage or guardianship scheme for his concentrated essence of cussedness when he should get it out of the vol cano. “In the first seven months he put tered around the little fumers. with an occasional excursion up to the main crater. It was my dtity to follow on and drag him away when he fell un conscious. Sometimes I would try to get him before he was quite gone. Then he would become indignant and fight me. Perhaps that helped to lose me his confidence. More and more he withdrew into himself. There w'ere days when he spoke no word to me. It was lonely. Do you know why 1 used to visit you at* the beach, Slade? I suppose you thought I was keeping watch OQ you. It wasn’t that; it was loneliness. In a way it hurt me, too. for one couldn’t help but be fond of the old boy. and at times It seemed as if he weren’t 'quite himself. Par don me if I may trouble you for the matches. Thanks. “Matters went very wrong at times. The doctor fumed like his little craters, growled out long winded, exhaustive German imprecations; wouldn’t even eat. Then, again, the demon of work would drive him with thong and spur. He would rush to his craters, to his laboratories, to his ledger, for the pur pose of entering unintelligible com mentaries. He had some peculiar con trivance, like a misshapen retort, with which he collected gases from the cra terlets. Whenever I’d hear one of those smash I knew it was a bad day. Meantime the volcano ulso became— well, what you might call tempera mental. “It got to bo a year and a quarter— a year and a half. I wondered whether we should ever get away. My tobacco was running short, and the bearing of the men was becoming fidgety. My visits to the beach became quite inter esting—to me. One day the doctor came running out of his laboratory with so bright a face that I ventured to ask him about departure.' “ ‘Not so long now, Percj',’ he said in his old, kind manner. ‘Not so long. The first real success. It iss made. We have yet under entire control to bring it, but it iss made.’ “ ‘And about time, sir,’ said I. ‘If we don’t do something soon we may have trouble with the men.’ “ ‘So?’ said he in surprise. ‘But they could do nothing—nothing.’ He wag ged his great head confidently. ‘We are armed.’ “ ‘Oh, 3’es, armed. So are they.’ “ ‘We are armed,’ he repeated ob stinately. ‘Such as no man was ever armed are w’e armed.’ “He checked himself abruptly and W’alked away. Well. I’ve since won dered what w’ould have happened had the men attacked us. It would have been w’orth seeing and—and surprising. Yes; I’m quite certain it would have been surprising. Perhaps, too. I might have learned more of the great secret, and yet I don’t know. It’s all dark—a hint here, theory, mere glints of light. Where did I, put— Ah, thank you!” CHAPTER XXXIV. OR some moments Darrow sat, gazing fixedly at the table be fore him. His cigarette tip glow’ed and failed. Some one suggested drinks. The captain asked Darrow what he would have, but -the question went unnoted. “How I passed the next six months I could hardly tell you,” he began again, quite abruptly. “At times I was bored—fearfully bored. Yet the ele ment of mystery, of uncertainty, of underlying peril, gave a certain zest to the affair. In the periods of dull ness I found some amusement in visit-* ing the lower camp and baiting the nigger. Slade will have told you about him. He possessed quite a fund of voodooism. He possessed more before I got through with him. Yes: if he had lived to return to his country I fancy he would have added considera bly to Afro-American witchlore. You remember the vampire bats. Slade? And the devil fires? Naturally I didn’t mention to you that the devil fire business wasn’t altogether as clear to me as I pretended. It wasn’t, though. But at the time it served very well as an amusement. All the while I real ized that my self entertainment was not without its element of danger too. I remember glances not altogether friendly, but always a little doubtful, a little awed. Even Handy Solomon, practical as he was, had a scruple or tvv'o of superstition in his makeup on W’hich one might work. Only Eagen— Slade, I mean—was beyond me there. You puzzled me not a little in those days, Slade. Well— “Did I say that I was sometimes an no j’ed by the doctor’s attitude? Yes. It seemed that he might have given me a little more of hisconfidence, butonecan’t judge such a man as he was. Among the ordinary affairs of life he had relied on me for every detail. Now he was in dependent of me. Independent! I doubt if he remembered my existence at times. Even in his blackest moods of depression he was sufficient unto him self. ^ It was strange. How he did rage the day the chemicals from 'Wash ington went wrong! I was washint my shirt in the hot water spring when he came bolting out of the laboratory and keeled me over. I came out pretty indignant Apologize? Not at all. He just sputtered. His nearest approach to coherence seemed to indicate a de sire that I should go back to Washing ton at once and destroy a perfectly reputable firm of chemists. Finally h® calmed down and took it out In enter ing it in his daily record. He was quite proud of that daily record and remembered to write in it on au aver age of once a week. “Then the chest went wrong. Wheth er it had rusted a bit or whether the chemicals had got in their work on the hinges 1 don’t know, but one day the professor, of his own initiative, recog nized my existence by lugging his box out in the open and asking me to fix It. Previously he had emptied It. It was rather a complicated thing, with in inner compartment over which was n hollow cover, opening along one rim. That I conjectured was designed to hold some chemical compound or salt. Tliere were many minor openings, too. each guarded by a similar hollow door. My business was with the heavy top cover. “ ‘It should shut and open softly, gently.’ explained the professor. ‘So. Not w’ith-a-grating-sound-to be-accom- panied,’ he'added, with his curious ef fect of linked phraseology, “Half a day’s work fixed it. The lid would stand open of itself until tipped at a considerable angle, when it would fall and lock. Only on the outer shell was there a lock. That one was a good bit of craftsmanship. “ ‘So. Percy, my boy,’ said the doc tor kindly, ‘that will with sufficient safety guard our treasure. When we obtain it. Percy. When it entirely fin ished and completed shall be.’ “ ‘And when will that be?’ I asked. “ ‘God knows,’ he said cheerfully. ‘It progresses.' “Whenever I went strolling at night he would produce his curious lights. About his waist flickered a sort of aura of radiance. Sometimes they were fairly startling. One fact 1 made out by accident look ing down from a high place. They did not project from the laboratory. He always worked in the open when the light was to be produced. Once the ex periment took a serious turn. The lights had flickered and gone. Dr. Sohermerhoi'n had returned to his lab oratory. 1 came up the arroyo as he fiuug the door open and I’ushcd out. He was a grotesque figure, clad in an undershirt and a worn pair of trou- eers fastened with an old bit of tarred rope in lieu of his suspenders, which 1 had been repairing. About his waist flickered a sort of aura of radiance which was extinguished as he flung himself headforemost into the cold spring. I hauled him out. He seemed dazed. To my questions he replied on ly by mumblings, the burden of which was: “ *I do not understand. It is a not to be comprehended accident.’ It api>€ars Her hand this man could not get, His health was not as it should be. He had not used the “best as yet,” Hollister’s Rocky Mountain Tea. —Allison’s Drug Store. that he didn’t quite know why he had taken to the water, or if he did ho didn’t want to tell. “Next day he was as good as new, just as silent as t>efore. but It was a smiling, satisfied silence. So It w^ent for weeks, for months, with the ac cesses of depression and anger always rarer. Then came an afternoon when returning from a stalk after sheep I heard strange and shocking noises from the laboratory. Strict as was the embargo which kept me outside th® door. I burst in. only to be seized In a suffocating grip. Of a sudden 1 real ized that I was being embraced. Tho doctor flourished a hand above my head and jigged with ponderous steps. The dismal noises continued to emanate from his moutii. He was singing. I wish I could g^ive you a notion of the amazement, the paralyzing wonder with which^ No, you did not know Dr. Schermcrhora. You would not under stand. “We polkaed Into the open. There he cast me loose. He stopped- singins and burst into a rhapsody of disjoint ed words. Mostly German, It was a wondrous Jumble of the scientific and poetic. ‘Eureka’ occurred at intervals. Then he woald leap in the air. It was weird; it.was distressing. Crazy? Oh, quite! For the time, you understand. If any of us should suddenly become the most potent individual in the world, wouldn’t he be apt to lose bal ance temporarily? One must make al lowances. There was excuse for the doctor. He had reached the goal. “ ‘Percy, you shall be rewarded.* he said. ‘You haf like a trump card stuck by me. ‘ You shall haf riches, gold, what you will. You are young; your blood runs red. W’ith sucli riches nothing is beyond you. You could the ancient tombs of Egypt explore. It Is open to you such collections as have never been gathered to make. What shall It bj—scarabs, missals, pre historic implements? Amuse yourself, mein kind. We shall be able the bills with usurious interest to pay. What will you haf?* “i said I d like a vacation If con- yenient ** ‘Pres^ntl.r,’ he replied. ‘There yet remains the guardianship to b^® per fected. TheD to ^ world astonished and respectful we return. Tonight we celebrate. I play you a rubber of pin ochle.’ “W’c played. With the greatest se cret of science resting at our elbows we played. The doctor w’on. My mind was nOt strictly on the game. In the morning the doctor sang once more. I shall never hear its like again. Was it a week or a month after that? I cannot rei’Member. I fancy I was ex cited. Then, too, there w^as something In the atmosphere about the laboratory. I. don’t kn.^w; imagination poshly. Continued on pagre 6 The World’s Best Climate is not entirely free from disease—on the high elevations fevers prevail, while on the lower levels malaria ia encountered to a greater or less ex tent, according to altitude. 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