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About Eagle Valley news. (Richland, Or.) 191?-1919 | View Entire Issue (April 11, 1918)
IbestroyTivQ 1 I D ID you ever risk your life and come within a breath of losing It while trylno to save a friend? There Is a mighty thrilling episode pictured In this Installment. Taking up the thread of the story, you will recall that Hugh Whltaker, returning to New York five years after his sup posed death, finds his wife, now a famous actress known as Sara Law, engaged to marry Drummond, his old partner. Drummond supposedly commits suicide. Sara Law disappears. Whltaker, assailed mysterious, ly, goes to the country place of Martin Ebmer. He becomes acquainted with charming Miss Flske, living near by, and discovers spies are watching her. One night she Is abducted In a motor boat when Whltaker starts to make a call. He follows the kidnapers in an other launch and sees their boat wrecked on a reef. CHAPTER XIII. 15 Debacle. The Trouble, meantime, was closing in upon the scene of tragedy with little less than locomotive speed. Whltaker applied the reversing gear ; then, while the engine reversed with a heavy and resentful pounding In the cylinder heads, be began to strip off his coat. The boat, moving forward despite the resistance of the propeller, drove heavily against the wreck, broadside to Its stern. As this happened Whltaker leaped to the wreck Just In time to grasp the coaming and hold on against the onslaught of a hurtling comber. Thunderings benumbed hint, and he be gan to strangle before it passed. . . . He found himself filling his lungs with free air and fighting his way to ward the cabin doors through the wa ter waist deep. In another breath he had torn them open, wide, discovering the woman, her head and shoulders showing above the flood as she stood upon a transom, near the doorwny, crasninu a stanchion for support. Her eyes met his, black and blank with ter ror. He snatched through sheer In fctlnct at a circular life preserver that floated out toward him, and simultane ously managed to crook an arm round her neck. Again the sea buried them beneath tons of raging dark water. Green light nlngs flashed before his eyes, and In his ears there was a crashing like the crack of doom. Ills head was split ting, his heart on the point of breaking. The wave passed on, roaring. He could breathe. Now If ever . . . As If stupefied beyond sensibility, the woman was passive to his hand ling and he managed somehow to drag her from the cabin to the cockpit and to Jam the life ring over her head and under one arm before the next wave bore down upon them. They came to the surface in tbo hoi low of a deep, gray swale, fully fifty feet from the wreck. Whltaker re tained his grasp of the life-preserver line. The woman floated easily In the support. He fancied n gleam of live lier consciousness In her staring eyes, and noticed with a curiously keen feel lng of satisfaction that she was not only keeping her mouth closed, but hud done so, apparently, while under water. Then suddenly, the lift of a wave dis covered to him the contour of the shore. Instead of being carried In to the rock-strewn beach, they were In the grip of a backwush which was bearing thera not only out of immedl ate danger, but at the same time along' shore toward n point under whoso leo he hoped to find less turbulent condi tlons. Three times he essayed to speak be fore be could wring articulate sounds from bis cracked Hps and burning throat "You . . . all right?" She replied with as much difficulty: "Yes . . . you may ... let co . . ." To relax the swollen fingers that grasped the lifeline was pure torture, He attempted no further communlca Uon. None, Indeed, was needed. It was plain that she understood their Some minutes passed before ho be came aware that they were closing In quickly to the shelving beach. Ho glanced over his shoulder. They were on the line of breakers, Behind them a heavy comber was surging hi, crested with snow, Its concave belly resembling a vast sheet of emerald. In another moment It would be upon them. It, was the motneut a seasoned swimmer would seize. His eye sought the girl's. In hers ho read understanding and assent. Of one mind, they struck out with all their strength. The comber overtook them, clasped them to Its bosom, tossed them high upon Its great glassy shoulder. They fought madly to retain that place, and to such purposo'that they rodo It over n dozen yards before It crashed upon the beach, annihilating Itself In a furious welter of creaming waters. Whltaker felt land beneath his feet. The rest was like the crisis of a nightmare drawn out to the limit of human endurance. The undertow tore at Whltaker's legs as with n hundred murderous hands. Ho came out of it eventually to find himself well up on the beach leaning against the careened hulk of a dismantled catboat with a gaping rent In Its side. At a little dis tance the woman was sitting In the sands, bosom and shoulders heaving convulsively, damp, matted hair veiling her like a curtain of sunlit seaweed. He moved with painful effort toward her. She turned up to him her pitiful, wrlthen face, white as parchment. "Arc you hurt?" he managed to ask. I mean injured?" She moved her head from sldo to side, as If she could not speak for pant lng. 'I'm clad." he said dully. "You stay here . . . I'll go get help. He raised his eyes, peering Inland. Back of the beach the land rose In long, sweeping hillocks, treeless but green. His curiously uetoggeu vision made out n number of shapes that re sembled dwellings. "Go . . . get . . . help . . ." he repeated thickly. He started off with a brave, stagger ing rush that carried him n dozen feet Inland. Then his knees turned to wn ter, and the blackness of night shut down upon his senses. When Whltaker awoke the afternoon was cloudy-warm nnd bright, so that his eyes were grateful for the shade of a white parasol that a girl was holding over him. He grew suspicious of bis senses; and when the parasol was transformed Into tho shape of n worn an wearing a clumsy Jacket of soiled covert cloth over a nondescript, gar raent of weirdly printed calico then he was sure that something was wrong with him. Besides, the woman suddenly turned and bent over him un anxious face, ex claiming in accents of consternation: "Odeur! If he's delirious I" His voice, when he strove to nnswer, rustled and rattled so that ho barely managed to say: "What nonsense 1 I'm Just thirsty!" "I thought you would be," said the woman, calmly; "so I brought water, Hero ..." She offered a tin vessel to his Hps, Ho sat up suddenly, seized tho vessel and burled his face In It, gradually tilt lng it, while Its cool, delicious sweet ness Irrigated his urid tissues, until every blessed drop was drained. Then and not till then, he lowered tho pail and with sane vision began to renew acquaintance with the world. He was sitting in tho lee of tho beached cutbout. Tho woman ho had rescued sat quite near him. The galo was still booming overhead, but now with less force (or so ho fancied) and the surf still crashed In thunders on the beach a hundred feet or more away; but the haze wus lighter, and tho blue of tho sky was visible, If tar nlshed. Tho Bunds curved off In a wido cres cent, ending In a long, sandy spit, There was a low, ragged earth bank rising from tho sands, Midwuy be tween the beach nnd whero tho hazy uplunds lifted their blurred profllo against the faded sky, stood a com monplaco farmhouse, In good repair, strongly constructed nnd neatly pulnt ed; with n brood of out buildings, Hero nnd there, In scattered groups and singly, sheep foraged. With puzzled eyes Whltaker sought wrinsel and enlightenment of the worn nn. a ml found In her tipiienrnnco quite ' as much to confound anticipation nnd deepen perplexity. What she hud worn the night before ho could not i say ; but It certainly could have had nothing In common with the worn, stained, misshapen Jacket covering her shoulders, beneath It the calico wrap per scant and crude beyond belief, up on her feet the rusty wrecks that once hud been shoes. As for himself, his onco whlto Ann uel trousers were precious souvenirs, even though the cloth hail contracted to nn alarming extent uncomfortable as well; while his tennis shoes re mained tolerably Intact, and the can vas brace had shrunk upon his ankle until It gripped It like a vise. Hut these details he absorbed rnthcr than studied, In the tlrst few moments subsequent to his awakening. Ills chlefest and most direct Interest cen tered upon the woman. There was warm color In the cheeks that ho had last seen livid, there was the wonted play of light and shadow In her fas- Inatlng eyes: there were gracious rounded curves where had been sunken surfaces, hollowed out by fatigue nnd strain: nnd there remained the In eluctable allurement of her tremendous Itullty. . . . "You nro not hurt?" ho demanded. You are nil right?" Quite," she told him with a smile significant of her appreciation of his generous feeling. "Hut you? Haven't ou slept at nu t "Oh, surely a great deal. Hut l'vo been awake for some time n few hours." "Hut I I What time Is it?" "I hnven't a watch, but late after noon, I should think going by tho sun. It's nearly down." Good heavens I" ho muttered, dashed. "I have slept I" "You earned your right to. . . You needed It far more than I." Her eyes shonav warm with kindness. She swayed nltnost Imperceptibly to ward him. Her voice was low pitched and u trtlle broken with emotion: "You snved my life " "I ? Oh, thut was only what nny other man " "Nono other did t" "I'leaso don't speak of It I menu. consider It that way," ho stammered. "What I want to know Is, whero nro wo?" Her reply was moro distant. "On an Island, somewhere. It's uninhabited, I think." Ho could only echo In bewilderment: 'An Island . . .I Unlnhnbltod . .1" Dismay ossalled him. He got up, after n little struggle overcoming the resistance of stiff nnd soro limbs, nnd stood with a hand on tho coaming of tho dismantled cntbont raking tho Island with an Incredulous stare. She stirred from her plnco nnd of fcred him a hand. "I'leaso help mo up." He turned eagerly, with a feeling of chagrin that sho hod needed to ask The Backwash of the Surf Had Them In Its Grip. him. For nn instant ho had both her hands, warm and womanly, In his grusp, whllo she roso by his nld, nnd for an instunt longer possibly by wny of ruwwd. Then sho disengaged them with gentle firmness. She stood bosldo him so tall and fair, so serenely Invested .with tho flnwloss dltrnitv of her womanhood that ho no longer thought of tho Incongruity of her grotesquo garb. "You'vo been up tliero?" ho asked, far too keculy Interested to scorn tho self-evident. Sho puvo n comprehensive gesture, embracing tho vlslblo prospect "All over. . . . When I woke, I thought surely ... I went to see, found nothing living except tho sheep and some chickens nnd turkoyB in tno rnrm yard. And tho farmhouse appurcntly It's ordinarily Inhabited. Evidently tho nconlo hnvo gone away for a visit somewhere. It gives tho Impression of being n homo tho year round. Thuro Isn't any boat" "No boat!" "Not a sign of one, that I can find except this wreck." Sho Indicated tho catboat. "Hut you can't do anything with this," he expostulated. The deep, wide brenk In us sine placed It beyond consideration, even If It should prove possible to retneuy Its many other lacks. No. Tho people who llvo hero must have a boat I saw a mooring buoy out there" with a gesture toward the wa ter. "Of course. How else could uuy get away?" "The question In, how wo are to got nway," he grumbled, morose. "You'll find tho way," she told mm with quiet confidence. "II I'll Hud tho wny? How?" "I don't know only you must. Thero must be soino wny of signaling the mainland, some means of communica tion. Surely peoplo wouldn't live hero, cut off from all the world . . . Per haps we'll Hud something In the farm house to tell us what to do. I dlun i have much time to look round. I wanted clothing, mostly nnd found these awful things Imaging behind tho kitchen door. And then I wanted something to eat. and I found that some bread, not too stnle, nnd plenty of ercs In the henhuune. . . . And ou you must bo famished!" - i ; What do you suppose Whit- J aker and Miss Flske will find t ' on the Island a solution of the ' $ whole mystery? 1 v (TO HE CONTINUHD.) OLD MINE RADIANT CAVERN Shafts In Thurlnglan Forest Filled With Stalactites Are a Oeautl ful Sight An old abandoned mine nenr Snnl- feld, In tho Thurlnglan forest which In tho time of Luther wns worked for silver, copper, alum and vitriol, ha beeu discovered by a Berlin geologist to have developed Into one of the most beautiful enverux. In tho course- of centuries tho wnter percoiuting through tho minerals has built up throughout tho mlno a wonderful Inbyrluth of stalactites nnd stiilug mites, thrown together with a profu slon nnd brllllnnco of color which la tald to be without parallel. Deep greens, vivid blues, tho purest white, yellows of all shades In tnct tho cntlro scale of color Is reproduced over nnd over ngnln, and yet tho col ors melt Into euch other so gently that nowhero Is tho Impression of dis agreeable contrast produced. Although unknown before tho wnr, this fnlry grotto tins ulrendy become famous among the scientific men of Germany, The nged ilncckcl tins baa himself carried through It lu hli In valid chair, and has ngrced with other scientists that It Is the mont remark able natural curiosity In Germany. On the Level. At tho I'layers' club In New York they were discussing the English poet Alfred Noyes. "Poor Noyesy!" said an editor. '"Ho used to make poetry pay, but the war lias crented a slump In the poetry mar ket, nnd to get nlcng today Noyes Is writing advertising Jingles. What come down, eh?" "A come down?" said a critic, his eyes twinkling humorously behind his pince-nez. "Humph. Wtiat kind of uds Is he writing?" "Sausage nds," said the editor. "Then," said tho critic, "It's no come down. Noyes alwuys did write doggerel." Sincerity of True Forgiveness. On the Chinese New Year old debts nro paid, old enemies lire reconciled. It Is recorded In "Tho Memoirs of U Yun Lung" that two notorious adver saries, Hu Nko and Chang Choug Hong, met formully on n New Years day, shook their own hands tho artless custom of Cuthay und were profuse In their utterances of good will. Tho spectators were edlllced. Going out o tho door, Hu, glaring, snys to Chang, "I wish you the same you wish tno.1 "You want to begin again, do you?" nsks Chang, "livid with rage." This anecdote teaches us tho sincerity of true forgiveness. Poor Outlook. CiiBHldy (visiting sick friend) Well Mike, an' how are ye this mornlir? O'Brien Porely, Tim, porely. Shtiro I'm that wake ye'll bo comln' to ino wako before the end of tho wake. Boston Hvenlng Transcript. The Special Way. "Talking nbout ships und men " "Well?" "When opposing ships meet they hall. When opposing men meet they storm." The Eternal Feminine. Mnnngcr of 'Hub Compuny And bo you want to lenvo? Conductoretto Not If you will put mo on service 18, I'm tired of being asked If I'm 451 London Opinion. The Kalatr'a Busy Day." R a. m.-O n. m. Morning lto (prl- ft0n. m.-lO a. in. Morning Imto (full ,riTa! HI.-11 a. in. Thinks nhout Oroat Gorman Hword. - 11 a. IH.-12 m. Congratulatory 'to o gram to the erKniitnt nrms of tho . . .. .... I. ...... Uit.,.,irMI I.aiuuag oi niocnniiiuuiK'ow""" is m.-i p. ni. i.uncii. 1 n. m.-2 P. m. Lots heart bleed for Loiivaln. , . a P. 111..3 p. m. Mas CO ureal moments reveruntly admiring (lod'n hand In his- "afti. ni.-4 p. in. KxnorloncoH horror at entente dopravlty. A p. ni.-f. p. m. Tries not to think of tho Herman navy. D p. lll.-U p. III. wouuurn whuu u war will end. Now voric i-.vuihuk Post. Mark Twain's Childhood. Murk Twitln imrd to tall the ptvtho- llo .tni-v nf hU rlillilhnod. It HO0II1N. according to tho story, Hint Mark was born twins, no ami nis iwm iuumm so much allko thnt no ono, not ovon ll.alr ninthnr. rnulil tell tholll Rliart Ono dny, whllo tho nurso was bathing theui, one or them suppou in mo unwi tub and wns drowned. No ono over kiiniv whirl! twill It WAS thnt WnS drownod and thoroln, snys Mark, was the trngody. "lsvoryono uioukiii i " tho one that lived," he said, "but I wasn't It wns my brothor who lived. I was tho ono that wns drowned." Hxchango. Sure! High Heels Cause Corns But Who Cares Now You recklosa men and women who nro pestered w'tu corns and who have at loaat onco a week Invited an awful doath from lockjaw or blood poison arc now told by a Cincinnati authority to uso a drug called froexono, wnion tho moment a few drops are applied to any corn or callous the soreness Is rollovcd and soon tho entire corn or callous, root and all, lifts off with tho fingers. Ktcozono dries tho moment it is ap plied, and simply shrivels tho corn or callous without Inflaming or oven Ir ritating tho surrounding tlssuo or akin. A small bottlo of froetono will cost vory llttlo at any of tho drug stores, but will positively rid ono'a foot of ovory hard or soft corn or hardened callous. If your druggist hasn't any frooxono ho can got It at any wholcsalo drug houso for you. Adv. Spring Chumps. Tho man who rocks tho boat Tho fellow who didn't know It was loaded. Tho suscoptlblo sink who wont flower hunting with a girl and got engaged. Tho man who thought ha was im mune from poison Ivy. Tho picnicker who sat on tho ground beforo It was warm and was looked at sympathetically by his widow's rela tives. Richmond Tlmea-Diapaicn. Dr. Pierce's Pellets aro best for llvor. bowels and stomach. Ono llttlo Pellet for a laxntivo throo for a cathartic. The Object "Why do wo hnvo those niontlonii nnd whoatloss days?"' asked tho sot tish person. "In ordor," replied Miss Cayenne, "that wo may have a dofcalloss army." A WOMAN'S BURDENS aro llghtoncd when sho turns to tho right medicine. If hor oxlstonco is inado gloomy by tho chronic weak nesses, dollcnto dorangomonts, and painful disorders that afflict hor box, she will find relief and emancipation from hor troubles In Dr. Plorco's Fav orlto Prescription. If Bho's overwork ed, nervous, or "run-down," alio finds new llfo and otrongth. It's a power ful, Invigorating tonlo and norvlno which was discovered and used by an eminent physician for many years, in all cases of "femalo complaints" and weaknesses. For young girls Just en tering womanhood; for women at tho critical "chango of llfo;" In bearing down Bonsutlons, periodical pains, ul ceration, Inflammation, and ovory kin dred ailment, tho "Kavorlto Proscrip tion" will benefit or cure. Liquid or tablets. Tablets COc. Adv. She Knew Him. Mab I hoar that you aro going to marry Jack Swift? Congratulations! Ethol But I'm not going to marry him. Mab Oh, then my slncoro congratu lations. Boston Transcript. FOR COUGHS AND COLDS take a prompt and effcctlre reratdjr on that acts qulcklr and contains no opiate. You can set inch a remedy by aiklng- for PISO'S situation.