The Washington times., 1911-08-19
THE TIMES DAILY SERIAL STORY
MISS JACK, OF TIBET
By CHARLES WILLING BEALE
Author Of The Onyx Ear" Etc.
Copyright The Frank A. Munsey Company.

, edge; but from time to time had heard
the lamas describe the general direction
of the trails approaching Tad-sa-fuh,
and determined to risk 1t. 1t was 6
wild venture, but heaven has helped
usI'
Gwynne had not exaggerated the
beauty of the sisters, bu. It was not
their beauty alone that attracted us.
There was a twinkle, a light, in the
eyes Of each that spoke of a new ex-
perience-the rapture of freedom, the
ecstasy of realization. Hope deferred for
a lifetime had suddenly fruited, their
souls were literally drenched with JOY
that burst forth into the valley and
changed the world they lived in. Every
thing was beautiful. All nature sang
and smiled and nodded in approval. Tne
whole scheme of creation had been re-
discovered.
There were things thoy had never
seen before. l was even fool enough to
imagine that Gwynne and had become
suddenly good-looking in the eyes 1f
the Varney girls; and to this day De-
lieVe / was right
Over the camp fire that night we talk
ed long and late. We were making plans
for the journey home. though II we
had been convinced that the rest OF
the Himalayas In company with the
Varney girls I doubt II either Of Us
would have cared very much.
The charts and compass revealed ollt
well defned-the lesser eminences not
always accurately charted. There had
been naturally serious errors In the
mapping of a region so little known.
and the Tsanpo was grossly misrepre-
sented.
Gwynne drew a little map In the sand
by the light of the fire.
II think we are about here" he sad
upon the ground with a stick he was
holding. And over there-about here
he added, cant be far from Calcutta"
He took Lut his compass and held a
flrebrand so as to light 1t.
The distance, well-nohody can tell
he continued. 1T all depends on the
course. If straight, 1t won't be so far;
but as these valleys seem to have a
habit of doubling back on themselves,
there's no telling. But we must strike
for Calcutta. We must make all pos
sible speed"
agreed with him that there was no
time to be lost The season was getting
late. and travel at these attitudes would
Soor be deadly, to say nothing of the
money at stake.
The girls were quantity though be-
comingly dressed. Still in fur caps and
skin jackets, but Of feminine cut and
finish; not even like the women Of the
Sam-ding or Tad-sa-fuh establishments,
their gowns bore the Evolutionary and
coquettiSh lines of well-dressed Amer
lean woman. What was It? Heaven
Knows, but no man can tell; vet there
in the midst Of the Himalayan desert
were a couple OF rather tall, exceeding
ly well-groomed and strangely beautiful
girls.
We stared at them from over the fire.
Is 1t wonderful that they sometimes
looked back at US?
Gwynne and I put the airship in or
der for the reception Of the ladies', ard
then turned into our sleeping bags by
the fire. There was no longer any fear
that they would leave us-any dread
that they would fly away in the night.
think 1 must have faller asleep while
trying to explain satisfactorily this sud
den change in our feelings.
l looked at my calendar
II was the 9th OF August
A Continuation of This Story VIII
Be Found In Tomorrow
Issue of The Times.