Abilene weekly reflector. [volume] (Abilene, Kan.) 1888-1935, 1912-06-13

panIon.s reason would nold out some
time longer against the torture. But
he added:
what consoles me IL that the mon
ster has given Christine until eleven
tomorrow evening. II we can't get
out OF here and go to her assistance
at least we shall be dead before her!
Then Erik's mass can serve for all OF
us!"
And he gulped down breath OF
hot air that nearly made him faint.
AS / had not the same desperate
reasons as M. lie Vicomte for accept
ing death, returned, after giving him
a word Of encouragement, to my
panel, but had made the mistake
Of taking a few steps while speaking
and, in the tangIe Of the Elusive for
est. / was no longer able to ind my
panel for certain! had to begin all
over again, at random, feeling, FUN
bling. cropping.
Now the fever laid hold Of me in
my turn tor found nothing,
absolutely nothing. In the next room
All was silence. We were quite lost
in the forest, without an outlet, a
compass, guide or anything. On,
knew what awaited US IL nobody came
to our aid or II ] did not find
the spring. But, look as might, /
found nothing but branches, beautiful
branches that stood straight up be.
fore me, or spread gracefully over my
head. But they gave no shade. And
this was natural enough, a. we were
In an equatorial forest, with the sum
right above our heads, an African for
est.
M. de Chagny and had repeatedly
taken on our coats and put them on
again, finding at one time that they
made us feel still hotter and at an
other that they protected us against
the heat. was still making moral
resistance, but M. de Chagny seemed
to me quite gone" He pretended
that he had been walking in that for
est for three days and nights, with
out stopping, looking for Christine
Daael From time to time, he thought
he saw her behind the trunk OF tree,
or gliding between the branches; and
he called to her with words OF sup
pIication that brought the tears to
my eyes. And then, at last:
ION, how thirsty ami" he cried.
In delirious accents.
too was thirsty, My throat was
on. IRE. And, yet, sQuatting on the
moor, went on hunting, hunting.
hunting for the spring Of the invisible
door especially 40 It was dan
gerous to remain In the forest as eve
ming drew nigh. Already the shades
Of night were beginning to surround
us. 1t had happened very quickly
night falls quickly in tropical coun
tries suddenly, with hardly
any twilight.
Now night, in the forests Of the
equator, IL always dangerous, particu
larry when, like ourselves, one has
not the materials for a tire TO keel
on the beasts Of prey. j did indeed
| try for o moment 20 break on the
branches, which would have lit will
my dark lantern, but knocked my
self also against the mirrors and re
membered. in time, that We had onll
images Of branches to DO with.
The heat did not 80 with the day
light; on the contrary. II was nov
stin hotter under the blue rays q
the moon. / urged the Viscount e
hold our weapons ready to fire and
not to stray from camp, while wenl
on looking for my spring.
Suddenly, We heard q lion roaring
9 few yards away.
son." whispered the viscount, M
Is quite closet -. Don't you se.
himG There through
the trees IN that thicketl
II he roars again. I viii nre!
And the roaring began again. ioud
a. than before. And the viscounl
Aired. but do not think that he hi'
TIE lion; only. be nmeahed mirror