The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1920-06-05
CHAPTER III.

| JACK dWUhe With q olai'' ~ '"'
daybreak and the men were pre-
pairing for a long awaited elephant
hurt. Jack jumped up, ate a small
hurried breakfast and was soon
dressed in khaki hunting clothes
and was ready. But although the
sport was fine, Jack could never
forget Armunta, who had place in
his heart no one else could fill. He
intended some day to ask her for
his wife. He was thinking of how
she would look in London draw
ing room, when he heard low long
wailing sound that drifted off into
nothing but a low murmur He
glanced at his guides to ask what it
was, when he was surprised at
their faces. They were on their
knees and trembling as though
with chill. Jack demanded,
What is the cause of this?"
Tunta, a warrior Drawer than the
rest, said: white man, it is the
spirits of the Whispering Cave be-
moaning their cruel fates. We are
but small part of a mile from
there; we must turn back, or the
White Spirit will claim our souls
"Ah, Tunta, do you believe such
crazy Old-wOmen tales? am 60
ing to find out what this Whisper
ing Cave is and any man that is
brave enough will follow. | am not
f.,a Of 70 ri
because do not believe those
tales"
SO Jack went ahead whittier the
noise came and every trembling
warrior followed. At last the cave
was reached and it was just an or
binary cave, only it was very high
and dark inside They had just
reached it when the terrible whis-
pers and means broke the stiffness
of the air.
Even brave Jack trned trifle
pale and the natives fed, but soon
returned with rolling, frightened
eyes, at Jacks command.
They could not go in, the passage
being closed by a huge rock.
Then, to the ears of the frightened
men came a low sweet murmuring
voice saying: GO away, white
man, you must not enter White
Spirit likes you too well TO harm
you-go away and do not try to
fathom this mystery. Time will
reveal it. Go,"-and the murmur-
ing voice died away like the means
and whisperings that sounded
through the cave like many people
whispering.
Jack recognized the beloved
voice of Armunta and knew he
must not trespass on what she did
not want him TO see. He turned to
the praying, frightened natives and
told them they could go. The ma
tives were overjoyed at turning
back and fairly flew.
One day Jack grew suddenly i'll
and dizzy while out hunting and
everything turned black and that
was the last he knew for many
hours afterward
When Jack came to, he found
himself in queer surroundings. 1t
was dark and cool and the light
shone through in little shafts of
brightness. 1t came to Jacks
mind all at once that Armunta had
found him and brought him to the
Whispering Cave. Then he heard
a low, musical, familiar voice at his
side and knew his thoughts were
true and This was his beloved Ar
munta talking. She was saying in
good English, white God, you
were i'll, so brought you to the
Whispering Cave. Be not afraid
no evil will befall you" Then Jack
felt small cool hand brush his
forehead. Then he said, softly,
"Armunta, ask no better fate than
to die here" Then Armunta
laughed soft, bubbling little
giggle and said, white God, you
mustn't talk silly or | will leave
you"
YOU'D come back to White
Spirit"
No answer from Armunta, and
Jack looked to see what he was ly-
ing on He saw it was a long
couch sort of bed with rich red en-