Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-07-04
THE MYSTERY
~ STEWART EDWARD WHITE SAMUEL HoPkINs ADAMS.
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was on the ordnance board 1 used to get
Fits in. what? More English? Worse
| than the German. this Is.
the top OF page, ran along for q line or
| two, then fell, sprawling in huge, ragged
characters the full length. Trendon STUN
0'sS among sss% he Fsad ut i. don't.
Triumph. German word3 Eureka. Els
| list gefullt. From the (can't make out that
| worg Of the inspiration-god-like power
| old fool Is crazy! And his writing is crazier.
| Can't make head or tail of it."
The captain turned several more pages
to be the end" he said.
| Il should hope So" returned the other.
| disgustedly.
He took the book on his knees. fiuttering
denly he checked, cast back and threw the
| book wide open.
| Here beginneth a new chapter" said he.
quietly.
No Imaginable chirography could have
struck the eye with more of contrast to the
! professors small and nervous hand. Large.
| with few and careless words.
June 2. 1904. On this date find myself
sole occupant and absolute monarch Of this
valuable island. This morning l was q
precisely peaceful. Tonight am the last
| leaf. All his lovely companions are faded
| and gone the sprightly Solomon, the
| psychic Niger, the amiable Thrackles, the
cheerful Perdosa, the genial Pulz and the
| high-minded Eagen Undoubtedly the social
| atmosphere has cleared: moreover, am for
the first time in my life landed proprie-
! tor. Item: Several square miles Of grass
| land; item: several dozen head of sheep;
item: cove full Of fish; item: a handsome
| ly decorated cave; item: sportive though
may be, 1 shall feel the lack of company.
| The seagulls alone are not distrustful OF
me. Undoubtedly the seagull is an es-
Unable creature, but he leaves something
| ship. Hence this diary, the inevitable
refuge Of the empty minded. Materially, l
shall do well enough th1uga face
find, is short. Upon counting up"
Damn his cigarettes! cried the surgeon:
This must be Darrow. Finicky beast!
! He whirled the leaves over to the last
sheet, glanced at 1t and sprang to his feet.
/ There, sprawled in tremulous characters,
as BY a hand shaken with agony or terror.
| ~ PERCY BARROW.
The bullet hole in the corner furnished q
| sinister period to the signature.
| Trendon handed the ledger back to the
captain, who took one quick look. closed it
and handed 1t to Congdon. y.
Wrap that up and carry 1t carefully
aye, aye, sir" said the coxswain. swath-
| ing it in his Jacket and tucking 1t under
| his arm.
Now to find that cave" said Capt. Park
! inson to the surgeon.
"The cave in the cliff. of course" said
Trendon. Noticed it coming In, you
| know"
| "Where?"
"on the north shore, about mile to the
| east of here
"Then we'll cut directly across"
beg your pardon, SIR put in Congdon.
| but I don't think we can make 1t from
| this side, sir"
| why not?'
mo beach, sir, and the cliffs like the
| side Of a ship. Looks to be deep water
| right into the caves mouth"
Back to. the boat, then. Bring that
| flag along"
The descent was swift, at times reckless,
but the party embarked without accident.
| Soon they were forging through the water
| at racing speed, the boat leaping to the
| impulsion of the sailorman's strongest mo-
tives, curiosity and the hope Of saving a
| life.
CTo be Continued Tomorrow