The Kennewick courier-reporter. [volume] (Kennewick, Wash.) 1914-1938, 1914-05-14
bless M, sir, where do you imagine 1
discovered him? A half mile out In the

Il am surprised that you, sir, man
of letters yourself, should have the
temerity SO to interrupt the progress
of science. had about deduced from
certain astrOnomic phenomena 1 nave
had under minute observation during
the past several tropic nights an en-
tirely new nebular hypothesis winch
will unquestionably startle the scien-
tific world. wish to consult very
excellent monograph on Laplace's n.y.
pothesis. which / understand is in
certain private collection in New York
city. Your interference, Mr.. Philan-
der. will result in an irreparable de-
Law. for / was just rowing over to OBJ
tain this pamphlet And it was with
the greatest difficulty that 1 persuad-
ed him to return to shore without re-
sorting to force" concluded Mr.. Phil
ander.
Miss Strong and her mother were
very brave under the strain or almost
constant apprehension Of the attacks
of savage beasts, nor were they quite
able to accept so readily as the others
the theory that Jane, Clayton and M.
Thuran had been picked up safely.
Jane Porter's Esmeralda was in
constant state Of tears at the cruei
fate which had separated her from her
"po' lille honey"
Lord Tennington's great hearted
good nature never deserted him Tor
moment. He was still the jovial host,
seeking always for the comfort and
pleasure of his guests. With the men
of his yacht he remained the just but
firm commander. There was never
any more question in the jungle than
there had been on board the Lady
Alice as to who was the final authori-
ty in all questions of Importance and
In all emergencies requiring cool and
intelligent leadership.
Could this well organized and COM
paratively secure party Of castaways
have seen the ragged, fear haunted
trio few miles south Of them they
would scarcely have recognized in
them the formerly immaculate mem-
beers of the little company that had
laughed and played upon the Lady
Alice.
Clayton and NJ Thuran were al
most naked, so torn had their clothes
been by the thorn bushes and tangled
vegetation of the matted jungle through
which they had been compelled to force
their way in search of their ever more
difficult food supply.
Jane Porter had, Of course, not been
subjected to these strenuous expedi-
lions, but her apparel was. neverthe-
less, in q sad state Of disrepair.
Clayton, for lack Of any better occu-
patton, had carefully saved the skin of
every animal they had killed. By
stretching them. upon the stems OF
trees and diligently scraping them, he
had managed to save them in fair
condition, and now that his clothes
were threatening to cover his naked
ness no longer, he commenced to fash
ion rude garment of them, using q
sharp thorn for needle and bits OF
tough grass and animal tendons in lieu
Of thread.
The result when completed was a
sleeveless garment which fell nearly to
his knees. Later Thuran also found 1t
necessary to construct similar primi-
tive garment. SO that, with their bare
legs and heavily bearded faces, they
looked not unlike reincarnations of two
prehistoric pr0genit0rs Of the human
race. Thuran acted like one.
Nearly two months of this existence
had passed when the first great calam-
ity befell them. Thuran, down with
an attack Of jungle fever, lay in the
shelter among the branches of their
tree of refuge. Clayton had been into
the jungle a few hundred yards In
search of food. As he returned Jane
Porter walked to meet him. Behind
the man, cunning and crafty, crept an
old and NANCY lion: For three days
his ancient thews and sinews had
proved insufficient for the task OF pro-
viding his cavernons belly with meat.
At last he had found natures weakest
and most defenseless creature.
Jane saw the lion, but so frozen with
horror was she that she could utter no
sound. The fixed and terrified gaze of
her fear widened eyes spoke as plain
IL to Clayton as words. A quick
glance behind him revealed the hope
lessness Of their situation. The lion
was scarce thirty PAGES from them,
and they were equally as far from the
shelter. The man was armed with a
stout stick-as efflcacious against a
hungry lion, he realized, as a toy pop
gun charged with tethered cork.
run, Jane!' cried Clayton. "Quick!
Run for the shelter!' But her para.
lyzed muscles refused to respond, and
she stood mute and rigid, staring with
ghastly countenance at the living death
creeping toward them. Clayton could
endure the strain no longer. Turning
his back upon the beast, he buried his
head in his arms and waited.
The girl looked at him in horror.
Why did he not do something? II he
must die, why not die. like a man,