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him, then stopped Instantly upon a tiny figure showing across the forest in the little plain that ran to the edge of the plateau before it dove intothe valley be side the inland sea. It was the figure of a woman. She was running swiftly toward the declivity. Nu puckered his brows. There was something familiar about the graceful swing of the tiny figure, the twlnkling"of the little feet as they raced across the grassy plain. Who could It be? By any remote possibility could Nat ul have reached this strange country? Coming over the edge of the plateau from the valley beyond Nu saw the lead ers of a herd of aurochsen. Behind these must be the herders. Will the girl be able to escape thei? Ah, she has seen the beasts she has stopped and is looking about, for a tree, Nil rea soned, for women are ofttimes afraid of these shaggy bulls. He remembered with pride that his THE SUNDAY FICTION MAGAZINE, MAY 28, 1916. Nat-ul feared little or nothing upon the At his shoulder stood Gron. He had face of the earth. She was cautious, of not been aware of her presence. The course else she would not have survived a woman's eyes strained across the distance fortnight. to the little figure racing over the clear Feared nothing! Nu smHed. There ing toward the forest. weYe two things that filled Nat-ul with. Her hands were tight clenched against terror mice and earthquakes. her breast. She, too, had been struck with Now Nu saw the first of the herders the same fear that haunted Nu. Perhaps upo the flanks of the herd. They are she had received tho idea telepathically hurrying forward, spears ready, to ascer- from the man. tain what it is that has brought the load- The watchers saw the herders overtake ers to a halt what is causing the old the fugitive, seizo her, and drag her back king-bull to bellow and paw the earth, toward the edge of the plateau. The herd Will the girl see then-? Can she escaie was turned back, and a moment later all them? . disappeared 'over the brink. They see her now, ami at the same i- Nu wavered m indecision, stant it is evident that she sees them. Is He knew that the captive could not be she of their people? If so she. v.-ill hasten Nat-ul, and yet something urged him on toward them. No! to her suceor. They were taking her back She has turned and is running swiftly to the Lake Dwellers! back toward the forest. The herders Should he follow? It would be foolish spring into swift pursuit, Nu trembled in and yet suppose that it should be Nat excitement. If he only knew! If he only ul? Without a backward glance the man knew! started down the cliff-face. The woman 11 behind him, reading his Intention plainly took a step toward him, her arms out stretched toward him. "Nu!" she cried. Her voice was low and pleading. Tho man did not turn. He had no ears, no thoughts beyond the fear and hope that followed the 'lithe figure of the captive girl into the hidden valley toward the dis tant lake. Gron threw out her arms toward him in a gesture- of supplication. For a moment rhe stood thus, motion less. Nu continued his descent of the cliff. He reached, the bottom and started off at a rapid trot toward the forest. Gron clapped her open palm across her eyes, and, turning, staggTfd back to the ledge before the cave, where with a stifled moan she sank to her knees and slipped prone upon the narrow platfrm. (Tu br con(lii(lid nr.it iwk) K"p 'unlit. 1716, l.y V (,. ( haimi.it A MILLION BUCE N FAFE R (Continual front Paoe 3 J th' ol man searches out th' book an" lines up with th' winners, waitin' f cash.. AH t' once ho lets a warwhoop out of 'im: " 'Hoo-roo! Oi'm a millionaire! An' all thanks t' ye, me bhoy. Stick close f me, an' whin Oi've got me money Oi'm a-goin' t' take ye over t' th' city an' buy ye a new lid, so Oi am!' With that he grabs Foot's bonnet an' his own an" skates 'em off inta th' crowd. " 'Go ye over t' th' bar an' have thim put wan hundred quarts o' champagne on Ice. Oi'm a-goin' to' treat th' race track, harses an' all!' "That's Foot's chance, an he takes it. Th' Cap stops 'im long enough f tell 'im if he ever catches 'im on a track again he'll send fer Casey; boots 'im one fer luck, an' Niggerfoot's on his way. A min ute later the's a black streak without a hat a-goin' across th' center field. It's Foot; an' behind "im in th' paddock is a noise like a siren in th' fog. Merri wether is hootin' 'im on his journey. "At that time the's a guy cashin' fer Rosen that don't look no more like a race follower than a" penny looks like pork chops.' He's a tall, skinny ol' feller with a smooth utper lip, an' chin frfnge down t' his gizzard. He wears a Prince Albert oat, an' is a dead ringer fer a deacon. That's what v e. call 'im th' Deacon-! This ol' top's wise f th' tout's whole bag o' tricks, an' don't like 'em a little bit; but he's got a whole lot less use fer a grown man that'll let a stranger handle his coin for 'Im. Th' minute he sees Casey an' hears 'im ravin", he's hep t' what's come off. He stands there quietly lookin' over liis sheet an' smilin' kind o' scornful, wait in' fer th' winner t' be confirmed. " 'Al-1-1 ri-i-ight!' yells ol' leather-lung Kidneyfoot Jack; 'De-ve-raux, first ' an' th' Deacon commences cashin'. "Casey's third in line, with a friend on each side o' 'im t' see that nobody 'guns' th' roll. When he passes up his ticket th' Deacon yawns, tears it in two, an' throws th' pieces on th' ground' "Ow, wow! Bud, that's th' purtiest ruc tion I ever see." Every eye in the cafe was focused on Bay II oss as he whooped over the recol lection. Finally, he wiped his streaming eyes and continued: "With a 'come-all-ye' yell, Casey grabs th' Deacon by th' whiskers with orie hand an' reaches fer th' torn ticket with th' other. One o" his pals shins up th' side o' th' booth, tryin' f get th' cash box, an' th' other gets a holt with Casey on th" chest perteeters. They figgor th" Deacon's out t' do 'em fer th' money. "What with th' 'Pinks' tryin' t' pry Casey an' his friends loose from th' whis kers an' kale, an' th' crowd push in' an' shovin' t' se th' fight, they near wreck th' booth. Sonic one does get away with a c-oupla centuries in th' mix-up. What? O' course, I don't know who gets it! Where d'yuh get that oP noise? "Well, anyway, the' ain't much bettin' on th' next race. Kverybody's too much interested in watchin' th' great fight Casey puts up before th' 'Pinks' gofs 'im an' his' gang out o' th' gate. All Casey gets fer his little of ten bills is a tuft o' th' Dea con's whiskers. I bet he wears 'em ba his watch. "Sure, that finishes Niggerfoot, as far as th' races is concerned. He starts such a rumpus that we all get warned off fer a coupla years, an" he never does get back. Poor Foot's been dead o' th' con these last ten years, but that ol' wil'cat that soaked me in th' mush out there still pussyfoots around every once in a while, lookin" fer th' lad that stole a million dollars from im." Glossary. Beetle A horse. Broad A ticket. Husking Hurrying. Century -Hundred dollar bill. Coi-To win "a race. Ducat-Ticket. To duke a person To shake hands with him. Fin if Five (dollars, years, et cetera). Fink Fake betting ticket. Gay cat Tramp scout for a fang of yeggs. Grand A thousand dollars. Grift- A race track and circus term for "graft." To gun To steal (from "gunman"). Hopped up Given drugs. Iron men Silver dollars. Kick-Pocket. Lain To make an escape. To office, or to give the office To signal. Parlay To apply the money staked, to gether with the money won on a bet. In continuing to wager as a further stake on another horse or a combination of horses, Pinks Detectives. Pounding his ear Sleeping. Sehuper A large beer glass. Sun cheaters Colored eyeglasses. "He has packed a few 'grand' on- his hip" Has carried a few thousand dollars in his pocket. Copyright by The Frank A. Muniry Co. FERS ONAILLY CONDUCTED N (Continued from Page 7 sort to conduct parties abroad; he'll wear himself out. What does he do it for, any way?" "I'll tell you, Miss Dalrymple, since you ask. He told me, or implied it it is be cause he has an infirm mother and an in valid sister, who depend wholly on him for support." "Oh " The impulsive girl seemed to shrink into herself, as at a blow; she hummed 'softly, and her look became re mote. . Then she sighed and put out her hand, in the fearless, confident way she had. "Well," give him my message," she said, "about the trip ashore at Gibraltar." Kreeling, in his berth, received the mes sage In utter silence; but, as I rummaged In my stateroom trunk for my "Guide to Spain," I heard him mutter several times: "Dy Jove! By Jove!" He seemed deeply stirred by the girl's Offer, HI. AFTER our ship had crept ui 1 hind the "huge rock fortress, the surgeon would not listen to my roommate's ap peals, and said that he must stay on board. Thereupon Miss Verena Dalrymple led her augmented flock ashore as confidently as if she had been a princess of the British blood royal. Kreeling's two or three 'days of rest brought him around, and he was practical ly' well again as we neared Naples, where n were to disembark. But he was not so entertaining- us a roommate noVfhis man ner was much more reserved. This may have been due, in part, to the fact that the sick member of his company had de veloped typhoid symptoms. Matters came to a head after our steam er had rounded Ischia, and was foaming across the diamond-studded expanse of the beautiful Bay of Naples. Three or four of Kreeling's party corralled him on the promenade deck, Hear my chair, as we glided in toward the stone quay. The elderly spinster in the jaunty yachting cap and green sweater was scattering angular gestures and raucous nasal syllables all over the deck. "You agreed to start from Naples by the 21th!" she cried. "That's day after tomorrer!" "Yes, I know," assented Kreeling in a soothing tone; "but old Mrs. Bjngham is too sick. We must stay in Naples until " "I don't agree to that at all!" snapped the woman; and fier companions coughed nervously and nodded approval. "You 'ought to keep to your agreement." "But Mrs. Bingham Is too sick to trav el," repeated Kreeling doggedly. "She's a forlorn old soul; she ought not to have come; she's too old to travel; but she is here, and very much alone; and I must look after her. Miss Dalrymple is helping rhe. We hope that in two or three days " "But you said we would leave here on the 24th," persisted the woman. "If one person is sick, please remember that the rest of us are not, and we have rights as well as she has!" The excited woman's voice had risen into a shrill treble, and she waved a white green-lined umbrella as if it were a dead ly weapon. Passengers paused in their chore preparations. Kreeling found him self the focus of a score and more of in quiring or condemning glances. "I want this thing settled, right here an' now!" It was the shrill voice of the woman in the green sweater renewing her attack more aggressively as she thought she saw her opponent giving way. "Time is passin", an' we want ter git ashore." Some of the spectators looked calmly or sternly on, but most of them enjoyed it like a fete day. As for poor Kreeling, his sallow face had become very red. He pulled nervously at his mustache and seemed almost overwhelmed by the tor rent of abuse from the wrathful worhan. "Now, you listen to me!" It was that remorseless female again; and none of us needed to listen; her speech was audible enough. "If you don't treat us well, we'll join that other party that one from York state. They.'re g6in' right on to Rome to morrow, an' " "No, they are not. You're mistaken about that." It was Verona Dalrymple's voice from the rear of the crowd; her tone was clear, charmingly modulated, with just a thread of steel in the pliant web of it. "Our party Is to remain In Naples for several days," she continued. "It would be an utter shame to leave that sick old lady alone in this foreign city!" In that last warmly human sentence her voice rang out with a vibration which carried all listeners with her. But the woman of the sweater and umbrella, al though perplexed for a moment by this flank attack, whirled her battery about with promptness. "I wasn't a talkin' to you," she' called out defiantly; "I was a talkin' to " "Oh, it's all the same!" came back Ve rona's clear voice cheerfully. "Mr. Kree ling and I have decided to unite our two parties under one management." I stood astonished,, yet nbt utterly as tonished, and certainly not displeased. "This exceeds the speed limit," I reflect ed, biting at my gray mustache; "but I suppos this is the modern woman." Then she suddenly called my room mate's attention to an Italian warship an chored on our starboard; and the two sauntered to the rail, she doing all the talking. I could see that not only in Na ples, but through the remainder of his life, my friend Kreeling was likely to be "personally conducted." fCopyright by The Frank A. Mungcy Co. Hard Wheat "I just stopped to tell you about that flour you sent me the other day," said Mrs. Newly wed. "Why, madam," answered the grocer, "that was the best flour I carry in stock. What was the matter with it?" "Matter, indeed! Why, it was so tough my huaband wouldn't eat the biscuits I made with it."