White Pine news weekly mining review. [volume] (East Ely, Nev.) 1910-1920, 1916-07-16

ell lowered over the great blank which
marked the lake.
what shall we call itr' he asked
at length. .
why should you not take the chance
of perpetuating your own Ramef" said
Summerlee, with his usual touch Of
acidity.
II trust, sir. that my name will have
other and more personal claims upon
posterity," said Challenger severely.
ANY ignoramus can hand down his
worthless memory by imposing 1t upon
a mountain or a river. l need no such
monument Let our young friend give
1t a name"
Then" said l, bfushing, l dare say,
as / said II. "let 1t be named Lake
Gladys"
Don't you think the Central lake
Summarize.
Il should prefer Lake Gladys l de.
clared blusifingly.
Challenger looked at me sympathet-
ically and shook his great head b.
mock disapproval. Boys will be boys"
said he. Lake Gladys let 1t be. Ma
Lone shall have his way"
CHAPTER XIV.
cit Was Dreadful In the Forest
HAVE sailor perhaps l have not
said. for my memery plays nae
sad tricks these days that l
glowed with pride when three
such men as my comrades thanked me
for having saved or at least greatly
helped the situation. As the youngster
Of the party. not merely In years. but
In experience, character, knowledge
and all that goes to make q man, l had
been overshadowed from the first. And
now l was coming into my own. l
warmed at the thought. Alas for the
pride which goes before a fall That
little glow of self satisfaction. that
added measure of self confidence, was
to lead me on that very night to the
most dreadful experience Of my life.
ending with a shock which turns my
heart sick when I think of it
1t came about in this way: 1 had
been unduly excited by the adventure
Of the tree. and sleep seemed to be i'm
possible. Summerlee was On guard,
sitting hunched over our small fire, q
quaint, angular figure. his rife across
his knees and his pointed. goatlike
beard wagging with each weary nod of
his head. Lord John lay silent, wrap
Nd L. thu Gotth AnnortroD rnnnha
which he wore, while Challenger
snored with a roll and rattle which
reyerberated through the woods. The
full moon was shining brightly. and
the air was crisply cold. What a night
for a walk. And then suddenly came
the thought, why not?" Suppose |
stole softly away, suppose made my
way down to the central lake, suppose
l was back at breakfast with some
record of the place. Would l not In that
case be thought an even more worthy
associate? Then II Summarize carried
the day and some mean of escape
were found we should return to Lon
don with first hand knowledge Of the
central mystery Of the plateau, to
which l alone of all men would have
penetrated. 1 thought of Gladys. with
her There are heroisms all round US"
l seemed to hear her voice az she said
II. l Thought also of McArdle. What q
three column article for the paper!
What q foundation for a career! A
correspondentship In the next great
war might be within my reach.
ciutched at d gun-my pockets were
full Of cartridges - and, parting the
thorn bushes at the gate Of III xareba.
quickly slipped out Ny last glance
showed me the unconscious Summer
lee, most futile Of sentinels. still nod
ding away like q queer mechanical toy
In front OF the s~moldering Ore. He was
fast asleep.
The night had been exceedingly still,
bat 40 l advanced I became conscious
Of q low. rumbling sound, q condnu-
oars unurunur aomaw here In front of