The Dolores star., 1919-12-19

my pdTdInOunt business was TO eS-
cape. But l might as well have hurled
myself against the solid rock. And, at
that moment. I noticed that the place
was darker than 1t had been. My lam
tern was going out. In a moment or
two l should be in the pitch dark. and
| had discovered that the door at the
end of the gallery was as solid as the
others.
l was to oe trapped. after all; and
| pictured myself slowly dying there
of hunger-the pangs of which l was
already beginning to iceland some
one. years hence. finding me there. u
moldering Skeleton-some one who
would break open those doors, uncover
those cleaning boards, and moralize
on the irony of my end; condemned to
die there of starvation. with the treas
ure l had so long sought on the other
side Of those unyielding doors. Old
Toms words suddenly flashed over
me, and | could feel my hair literally
beginning to rise. There never was a
buried treasure yet that didn't claim
its victim" Great God and | was to
be the ghost. and keep guard in this
terrible tomb till the next dead man
came along to relieve me of my sentry
duty,
Frantically I turned up the wick of
my lantern at the thought-but it was
no use; 1t was plainly going out.
examined my match box; had still
dozen or so matches left. And then
my eye fell on that shattered chest.
There were those boards. too Al all
events I could build fire and make
torches of slivers of wood. so long as
the wood lasted.
And then l had an idea. Why not
make the fire agninst the door at the
end Of the gallery, and so burn my way
through. Bravo! Ny spirits rose at
the thought. and set TO at once-split-
ting some small kindling with my
knife. In a few minutes had quite a
sprightly little fire going at the bot
tom of the door: but ! saw that I
should have to be extravagant with
my wood If the fire was to be effective.
However, 1t was neck or nothing: so
l piled on beams and boards till my
fire roared like furnace, and present
~ l had the joy of seeing ii begin to
take hold of the door-which, after n
short time, began to crackle and splut-
ter in very cheering fashion.
Whatever lay beyond. it was evil
dent that I should soon be able to
break my way through the obstacle,
and, indeed, so it proved; for. present
ly. l used one of the boards as a bat
tering ram, and, to my inexpressible
joy, it went crashing through. with q
shower of sparks, and it was but the
work of few more minutes before the
whole door fell flaming down, and
was able to leap through the doorway
into the darkness on the other side.
AS 1 stood there, peering ahead, and
holding aloft burning stick-which
proved, however, poor substitute for
my lantern-a wonderful sound smote
my ears. I could not believe it, and
my knees shook beneath me. 1t was
the sound of the sea.
Yes, it was no illusion. 1t was the
sound that the sea makes singing and
echoing through hollow caves-the
sound heard that night as l stood at
the moonlit door of Calypsos cavern,
and saw that vision which my heart
nearly broke to remember. Calypso! !!
Oh Calypso! where was she at this
moment? Pray God that She was in
deed safe, as her father had said. But
/ had to will her from my mind, to
keep from going mad.
And my poor torch had gone out,
having, however, given me light
enough to see that the door which /
had just burnt through let out onto a
narrow platform on the side of a rock
that went slanting down into q chasm
| of blackness, through which, as in a
great shell, doomed that murmuring of
the sea. 1t had a perilous ugly look,
and it was plain that it would be fool
hardy to attempt it at the moment
without light; and my fire was
dying down. Besides, was beginning
to feel light-headed and worn out, part
ly from lack of food, no doubt.
| AS there was no food to be had, l
recalled the old French proverb, ale
eats who sleeps"-or something to
that effect-and 1 determined to hus-
Doho OuCe Wltn
brief rest. However, as l turned to
throw some more wood on my fire
preparing to indulge myself with a
| little campfire cheerfulness as I doZed
off-my eyes fell once more on that
grim line Of locked doors; and my
curiosity. and an idea, made me wake
full again. 1 had burned down one
door-why not another? Why not, in
deed2
So I raked over my fire to the fam
lily vault nearest to me, and presently
had 1t roaring and licking against the
stout door. 1t was apparently. not SO
solid as the gallery door had been. At
all events, 1t kindled more easily, and
1t was not long before had the salts
faction of battering that down too.
AS did so, caught sight of some
thing in the interior that made me
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