The Carlisle independent., 1917-04-05

Killed.
 Hook saved me-" he answered, just as you tainted, darling"
 "Thank God !'' she whispered. If if anything had happened, Jarvis, should have thrown myself over the cliff after you. Without you life would not be worth living"
 Now he was on his knees beside the bunk.
 Do you care for me as much as that, dear heart?" he asked wonder ingly.
 q care for you more than all the world" she answered simply.
 "You are all the world to me-" he whispered tenderly, as he drew her close. q have loved you since the first time 1 saw you, that afternoon in your fathers garden"
 Tt was love at sight for me, too, Jarvis"
 "Will you marry me, Cleo?"
 "Yes." she breathed, so softly that he could barely hear her, and her arms stole round his neck. Their lips met and for a long moment there was no sound.
 Held tightly in Hopes arms, her head pillowed upon his shoulder Cleo related her adventures. She told of being seized while strolling in the out skirts of Santa Eulalia and dragged into car and chloroformed of find ing herself in the cabin on the ledge with Morton, and of his attempt to force her into marrying him.
 ''The cad!" exploded Hope, clench- ing his fists. "The dirty cur! I wish I could get my hands on him One of these days I'll make him pay for his treatment of you, my darling"
 'I knew that you would come for me, of course" Cleo continued, "but late. l had made up my mind that if he returned and attempted to so much as lay a finger on me that l would kill myself. Oh, Jarvis, Jar vis!" she cried, shuddering, you came l just in time, my dear.'
 You must never think of it again, dear heart" he said soothingly. 'The danger is over now and you're safe in my arms"
 "They say that every cloud has sill yer lining-that out of evil good shall come," said Cleo, turned suddenly from grave to gay. "So, if that aw- full man hadn't kidnapped me and brought me here, should never have discovered this :" and she triumphant- 1 ly held up the book that she had found in the cupboard.
 Hope fairly snatched it from her hand.
 You don't mean to say" he almost shouted in his excitement, that you've actually found the formula-here, in this deserted cabin?"
 T haven't found the formula itself,' she answered, but I've found where the formula is," and she showed him the inscription in her fathers hand writing on the inside of the back cover.
 Philosophy he read slowly. "'Page sixty-one; every seventh word. It can mean only one thing, of course It means that if we will read every
 
 seventh word on page sixty-one of some work of philosophy we will have the formula of your fathers inyen- tion. But the question is, which phil osophy? There must be hundreds of works on the subject. Can you re- member, Cleo if there was a work on philosophy among your fathers books?"
 ''I think there was," she said after moments reflection. ..Yes, am cer- tain of it. Daddy would sometimes read aloud from it in the evenings. But l haven't the least idea what its title was or who wrote iA'
 Then I'm afraid that we still have a long search ahead of us. There are still books for us to trace; the phil osophy may be the last one that we find'
 I've more good news for you" said Cleo. T noticed that this work on metallurgy is in two volumes, and, as 1 felt sure that Mir. Patten must have bought them both, searched the cab in and discovered the other volume lying under the bunk. There is noth- ing in it, though; I've gone through it carefully. I had plenty of time for reading here" she added. laughing.
 "You poor child" said Hope, kissing her upturned lips, it makes me shud- der to think of the perils through which you have passed"
 Tt has been worth all the perils, dear" Cleo answered softly, "because they have given me you. Now that we have each other I don't care if we never find the secret of the subma- rine"
 Again there fell silence in the cabin
 I'm afraid we must be going. sweet heart" said Hope at last, "or Hook will think that something has hap pened to us. We've kept the poor old fellow waiting over there for nearly an hour. And he saved my life, too"
 Tt only makes us square then, loo- tenant boomed a familiar voice at