White Pine news weekly mining review. [volume] (East Ely, Nev.) 1910-1920, 1916-08-13
THE LOST WORLD
Continued from Page 3D.

Good night" said l and vanished,
like all disconsolate and broken heart
ed heroes, into the darkness. with
grief and rage and laughter all sim
mering within me like a boiling pot
One more little scene and / have
done. Last night we all supped at
Lord John Roxton's rooms, and, sitting
together afterward, we smoked In good
comradeship and talked our adventures
over. 1t was strange under these al
tered surroundings to e the old, well
known faces and figures. There was
Challenger, with his smile of conde-
scension, his dropping eyelids, his intol
Grant eyes, his aggressive beard, his
huge chest, swelling and putting as he
laid down the law to Summarize. And
Summarize, too-there he was with his
short brier between his thin mustache
and his gray goats beard, his worn
face protruded in eager debate as he
queried all Challenger's propositions.
Finally, there was our host. with his
rugged, eagle face and his cold, blue,
| glacier eyes. with always a simmer Of
devilment and of humor down in the
depths of them. Such is the last pic.
ture of them that | have carried away.
1t was after supper in his w sane
tum-the room of the pink radiance
and the innumerable trophies-that
| Lord John Roxton had something to
say to us. From a cupboard he had
brought an Odd cigar box, and this he
laid before him on the table.
There's one thing" said he. that
maybe | should have spoken about be-
fore this, but l wanted to know a little
more clearly where l was. No use to
raise hopes and let them down again.
But it's facts. not hopes, with US now.
You may remember the day we found
the pterodactyl rookery in the swami
what? Well, semethin' in the lie o.
the land took my notice. Perhaps /
has escaped you. so l will tell you. Il
was a volcanic vent full of blue clay
The professors nodded.
well. now, in the whole world I've
only had to do with one place that was
a volcanic vent of blue clay. That wa,
the great De Beers diamond mine Of
Kimberley-what? So you see | go
diamonds into my head. rugged up {
c%ontraption to hold off those shrinking
beasts, and l spent a happy day ther'
with a spud. This is what l got"
He opened his cigar box, and, tilt
ing 1t over, he poured abou twenty o.
thirty rough stones.
perhaps you think l should hav'
told you then. Well, so l should, onl,
I know there are a lot of traps for tn
unwary and that stones may be of an,
size and yet Of little value where colo
and consistency are clean off. There
fore l brought them back, and on tn
first day at home l took one round t
Spink's and asked him to have I
roughly cut and valued"
He took a pill box from his poke
and spilled out of it a beautiful gilt
tering diamond, one Of the finest stone
that l have ever seen.
There's the result" said he. III
prices the lot at a minimum Of 1000
600. OF course 1t is fair shares be
tween us. I won't hear of anything
else. Well, Challenger, what will yol
do with your fifty thousandT
IF you really persist In your gen
erous view" said the professor, i"
should found a private museum. which
has long been II Of my Dreams"
"And you, Summerlee?"
II would retire from teaching and 81
find time for my final classification o.
the chalk fossils"
I'll use my own said Lord JohI
Roxton, lin fitting a well formed ex
petition and having another look at the
dear old plateau. AS to you, young
fellah. you, of course. will spend yours
in gettin' married.
mot just vet" said l. with a ruefu'
smile. Il think. If you will have me
that / would rather go with you"
Lord Roxton said nothing, but d
brown hand was stretched out to nj
across the table.