The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-09-05
By CYRUS TOWNSEND BRADY

;yT18 Townsend Brady
 must go. can never be left aIone.'s
 I tried gently to dissuade her, but. j as usual, she would have sher way. so i, thct at last I gave in.
 Well, tben,'' said I, -+at Aeast Jet me go before"
 stepped down into the great re ceptacle intending to cleari the way with my feet by kicking away the layer of bones, and then, extending my arm behind me with both her hands caught in mine she followed mo down into the 1nclosure- Of course we had to walk upon the broken rem nants of humanity, but I thrust aside as well as I could the larger pieces and skulls. and she, I afterwart1 learned, followed with her eyes tightly closed, trusting entirely to my gufd- i. ance. Indeed, she chung to my hand with an the nervous strength and DOW CT she possessed
 So we finally reached the platform. I lifted her up on it and followed my self. I led my lady carefully around the platform until we could stand at the rear end by. the side of the.Iine of statues and look across the island. Sure enough, there was the nick or de- pressiOn= in the wall which Sir Philip had mentioned, although the t'bigge pa1mme tree' was gone or else lost amid hundreds of trees like it. Be-y meath it careful scrutiny showed a rough pyramid of stone leading up to what seemed to be openings in the. cliff wall.
 So far every detail in the old buc- cancers parchment was absolutely cor rect. was certain now that the treas ure was there and that we could find , 1t. And a certain exuEtatfon filed me. , At least we had not come upon a,foors errand, though what good the treasure would do us I did not stop to consider.
 We have nothing more to do here,'' ,''' ] answered as led the way to the edge of the low altar.
 leaped down and then turned to help my little mistress. She was very white, and I thought she was go- ing to faint don't blame her, the scene was so terrible. I acted prompt : H. reached up and took her in my arms and carried her as if she had been a baby, and, indeed, she was no < great burden for me Her head drop ped to my shoulder I didn't know whether she had fain5ed or not. Her eyes were closed I ran swiftly across the tDclesure, descended the steps and without hesitation turned to the edge of the cliff. I stopped there, cunsing myself for not having brought any wa ter, but as I stopped she opened, her eyes.
 ~You are safe," said gently tNThe horrors are all behind us. See, there is before you naught but the beautiful greenery of the island. and"- An expression of gratitude came across her face.
 
 s'Let us go down. she replied. ''We must newer come near here again.
 Please God, no," repeated as we retraced our steps down the cliff and along the winding path, Mistress Lucy gaining strength and color as we pass ed out of sight of the htdeous platform. It was necessary to go back along the path to the foot of the stairs. There were savaunas here and there in the way where we rested and a lovely brook of cool, delicious water, where we broke our fast, though it was not yet noon, but the openings all stopped before they reachea the foot of the wall which was almost hidden in vege- tation. I remembered the paths which had led off on either side from the stairs too. We followed one of them easily.
 The wall to our left was dotted with
  seemed to fit the description we carried in our memories. The undergrowth deepened and grew denser as we pro- gressed, and finally I had to open way with my ax. The tangled masses soon gave way before my sturdy en- ergy, and we entered a little clearing which extended to the wall. There above us were the three openings be heath the depression in the crest sure enough, the one in the middle being greater than the others, the entrance high enough to admit me, who am much above the usual stature, without bending my head. It was elevated half way up the surface of the cliff, and approach to it was by pile of stones, not laid with the order and reg ular1ty of the giant stairs, but ap parent1y piled together haphazard by people unSkilled to make any other practical way of ascent.
 It was difficult enough for us to climb as it was. The heap of stones evidently had not been mounted for years. and the stones had broken and fallen away in many places. Indeed I had to rebuild the pile here and there.
 When after arduous labor peered within the cave I could see nothing but the blackness- When we left the ship we had taken 8 lantern and few