The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1923-08-02

FORM OF pdper-chaSe that SchoolDoy
might be beguiled into. Only the
scent isn't laid in bits Of torn paper
its blazed-positively blazed-in
Japanese fans"
"Fans?"
Sounds idioric, doesn't it?-but it's
true enough. The trail led me here
and then stopped abruptly"
What are they Hke-these fans?"
Just ordinary affairs-a 1imsy
frame and a handle of polished cane,
with some sort Of light material
stretched across-and a picture on it,"
Nothing very wonderful in that"
he grunted. I've a dozen or so of
en- myself"
II daresay you have. Everybody
buys them-and that's precisely
where the cunning Of the scheme
comes in Chai-Hung's up against
whites. particularly those who are in
a position Of influence. He knows
most women are superstitious and,
in this instance his energies are d.
rected in hitting at us through our
womenfolk. A woman wants a fan.
The shopman displays his usual Sc.
lection and then, awaiting an OBJ
portunity when nobody's looking,
produces one Of the other sort, en-
cased in silk cover. This, It trans
pires, is not for sale. He wishes that
the lady will accept it as a gift. He
pitches a plausible yarn about special
ocult powers that are supposed to
be associated with it. All that Is re-
quired is for the lady to look at It
intently every night. She must not
show it to anybody, or even talk
about it, for, in so doing, its proper
ties are lost"
Hyde arose and perched himself on
the edge Of the table.
well" he interjected. "and what
Go they see?"
Pennington waved both hands
helplessly in the air.
What d'you make Of it?" asked
the planter.
Hypnotismw He clasped both
hands over his knee. "I believe that
each OF these fans is prepared for the
victim for whom it is intended. Each
Gears a photograph. the picture of
g place clearly portrayed and we'll
known to the victim to insure there
being no serious hitch. She is forced
in some mysterious manner to go to
that place-where Chai-Hung's men
are in waiting" His eyes blazed
What d'you want to do?''
l mean to get hold of one of those
fans-in the lamp-light. I'm going
to see one Of those picturesr'I
From the varandaerail Pennington
watched the great sheets of white
mist rolling from the padi-lands at
dawn. 4 chill current of air, blow
ing from nowhere in particular,
famed his. forehead and he glanced
back over his shoulder to see Hyde,
in faded pyjamas, beaming cordially
at him.
Morning" said Pennington. "I
was just admiring your landscape
The amazing thing about this life,
Hyde, is that one never finishes dis
covering new things
Such as-?''
Such as those islands, for ex.
ample. 1 never remember seeing
them before"
The planter Joined him.
Its a gray world-before the sun
is up" unused the younger man.
What d'you call that island?"
(which one?"
1.-The larger of the three"
Hyde smiled
Strictly speaking, it has no name;
I1,,% -
to do. I've dubbed it Island NJ"
ANY particular reason?"
There were once three tall trees
on a hillock, that stood out from all
the rest. During a-cyclone, one of
them fell across the two others
and it's stopped there ever since. 1t
looks as much like an NJ as any,
thing else"
Ever been there7"
Cant say that have. There used
to be a colony of natives. You can
still see what remains of their houses.
But they cleared out in a panic after
the stornl-and I've heard since that
it's supposed locally to be haunted"
Pennington drew himself erect and
inhaled a deep breath.
'I can see those trees" jerked out
Pennington suddenly. shading his
eyes. I've feeling in my bones I'd
like to run over there one Of these
days
There's nothing to stop you. Only
you'd have to paddle yourself across
or swim it. doubt very much If
you'd succeed in bribing any one in
the locality to take you there"
The boy appeared suddenly with
tea and green bananas, and the con-
versation turned upon other subjects.
Presently Pennington was somewhat
surprised to see the figure of a girl
on a short, sturdy pony wheel into
view on the broad path that wound
between the trees. She cantered up
to the bungalow, dismounted, and
slung the reins over a post. She
came up the steps, trim. youthful
figure. here eyes sparkling as they
fell upon HYDE
Morning, Dad!"-and then she saw
Pennington.
Both men rose to their feet.
This is my daughter" said the
planter by way of Introduction. Dora.
1 don't think you've met Mr.. Penning-
tom"
The girl dropped into cane chair.
in the lines and rode through the ma
tive village right into the jungle.
love the dawn. don't you, Mr.. Pen
nington?"
Dora married young Bateson-my