Baxter Springs news. [volume] (Baxter Springs, Kan.) 1882-1919, 1892-07-02

bank OF the luagla-
"And you fed directly here?"
"Ilsnew not where I went. 1t was
blind good fortune which brought me
TO your side"
"And perhaps even now he Ia suffer-
ing for his humanity" Dunbar said,
with chivnlrous thought of the young
chiefs danger.
Not he, indeed!' Campignon replied,
confidently. "They would not dare to
harm his fathers son, for the old chief
Garu Ghooli would take life for every
drop of his blood they she'd"
"But he-might not he"
"Ah, you do not know. The chief
himself is gone down the river to inter
ccpt us--the very man, in fact, in COM
mand of tho canoe we met just before
we entered the lake."
"Archer must have paid these people
heavily for such aid" Arthur unused.
"Ycs, indeed; and l heard that in adj
dition to his rewards he has given the
chief substantial aid in hushing up n
complaint which has been made against
him to the British government
Then the young American in terse
sentences related the incidents of the
past month.
IL can clear up one mystery" Cam
pignon said, when Arthur had finished
his graphic recital. II can tell You
how you came into that cave temple. l
see the whole thing now as clear as
daylight, for about n week ago one OF
the natives told me that Ashun Ghooli,
the young chief, had surprised small
party of strangers in the woods, con-
sisting of two natives and one Euro
pcan. that the white man was dying OF
the Jungle fever, and that he had car
ricd him TO house in the woods where
he had hidden away girl with whom
he is living contrary to the wishes OF
his father. AS the fellow only men,
toned it to me as IN illustration of the
young chiefs generosity, thought he
was relating something that happened
months ago"
"And tho natives-my brave boat
men-did you hear anything of their
fate?" Dunbar asked, eagerly.
EYES," said Campignon, "they were
allowed to go to the coffee plantations
some hundred miles up the river"
"Thanl1 Heaven for that! Now rest
awhile, my friend, for must return to
Sir Harry"
1t was lucky that he had resolved
upon doing SO, for hardly had he
reached the vcranda than n runner
came ut full speed bearing @ missive
from Capt. Archer addressed to him. 1t
was written with lead pencil on leaf
torn from pocketbook and read:
1.-THE fugitive has got the start of US, and II is
likely 10 be o longer chase than anticipated,
for we have learned that he is making for the
river by the very path you came by. AS 1t may
be even day or two before / return, let mo
earnestly beg you will take great care OF
sir Harry for, poor fellow, he may have an
attack OF cnmotional paroxysrnJ II SO, and II
you cannot manage him, do not hesitate 70 send
for aid 10 the village The two coolic-scrvl1t3
In tho house arc no better than couple OF old
women. Do this for me end you viii tnd that
have both tho means and the inclination TO re-
ciprocatc tho favor. FRANK ARCHER"
Though his heart was beating with
wild, exultant delight, Arthur Dunbar
managed to dismiss the messenger in n
cold, indifferent manner, giving him n
letter to carry to the treachc-ous
Englistnan.
IL will take the greatest care Of Sir
Harry" he wrote, $50 make your mind
quite easy"
Nor did he rush with his good news
to Campignon; for he knew that three
hours sleep on n tolerably soft bed
would be q godsend to the exhausted
Frenchman, and prepare him for the
prompt efforts they must make to es-
cape.
When Campignon' heard what had &C.
Cured his eyes flashed with joy. I'VE
are saved!" he said. but first let me
give you some idea Of the geography OF
the place. Where we left the little
lake the river goes north for nearly
fifty miles, and then turns again in n
southcrly direction; so, by crossing
along the land path we really Travelled
over the base of q triangle, and we are
now about five miles from its bank,
where the village is situated. Thence
it bends and It's course lies in north
easterly direction, right into the heart
of the civilized region of the coffee
plantations. Do you not sec?"
"Yes: but how on earth are we to
reach this haven Of safety?"
Throw ourselves on the mercy OF
Ashnu Ghooli, my boy!'
CHAPTER XVIII
JOHN BARLOW sPEAEs IT'S MIND.
"Miss Balderstone, I've lznowed thee
for wcll-nigh fifteen year, an never
thought thee'd ha' turned the little
MID nh,.;ft az, ,r,;r, her rvnv in this biz