Evening Republican, Volume 22, Number 136, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 10 June 1919 — Page 2

The Deep Sea Peril

CHAPTER Xll—Continued. “She went inside the cave, I think," said Davies. “Yes, rm sure of It.” answered Donald; and he entered farther into its recesses, calling “Ida ! Ida !” They began to be alarmed. They hurried from point to point. The cave was a wide one, but tapered, some distance back, into the neck of a bottle. It seemed evident that Ida could not have gone farther than this point. “Run back. Davies, and see if she can’t be outside,” said Donald. And, while he called, Davies took up the search without. Donald waited in , terror. He did not dare go farther 1 into the cave just then. Ten minutes later Davies returned. A glance at his*?ace told that his mission had been entirely fruitless. They looked at each other. “There's light ahead,” said Davies. They proceeded cautiously, and suddenly they came upon a little entrance leading up from the sea. Close by was the point around which Macßeard had disappeared in his motorboat. Davies saw Donald shaking with mixed terror and rage. He stared out hopelessly toward the sea. Then, brushing past Davies without a word, he almost ran into the bottle neck of the interior. The middy followed him. The ground grew damp, the floor seemed to descend abruptly. Davies could hardly keep his feet. All at once he heard Donald’s muffled voice calling to him. He saw the spurt of a match flame. Ten paces farther Donald pulled him back as his foot slipped on the ■edge of a precipice. Donald struck another match and looked down. Under them was the level of the ocean bed. They were upon the very verge of a precipitous descent, a sheer wall having, however, natural footholds at regular Intervals. Something white fluttering near drew their attention. Donald picked it up and held it out It was a woman’s handkerchief. “She slipped here—” began the little - middy, but Donald took the words from his mouth. “No!” he cried furiously. “She was caught in the cave by that d d scoundrel Macßeard, He put his boat in at the tiny cove and came on her from behind. And he’s taken her—my God, he’s taken her . . . That’s her message to me, that •handkerchief. ...” His voice grew incoherent and he broke down. Then he raised it in furious declamation. “But I’ll follow that cur until I die!” be swore. “I may not rescue her—l don’t know, Davies, and I hardly dare to hope. But I’ll stay here and give my life—” He broke off suddenly, a spasm passed across his features, and all at once he became completely calm once more. “No, I won’t, Davies,” he said. “It’s my duty now to fly to England with all speed. You’ll stay here and do what you can. It may be very little, old man, but we mustn’t think of anything but our jobs.” ’ \ . “No, sir,” said Davies. There was nothing more to be done but prepare for the journey. Donald felt reasonably sure that the F 55 was safe against the herd. The terrific upward pressure of the night had not started a rivet; lying as she was upon the beach, she was unassailable. They filled her oil-tanks and carried the stores aboard. Then Donald filled the gasoline tank of the hydroplane, end, entering, made a short trial flight out to sea and back. The machine was in perfect condition. A grasp of the hand, and Donald was gone upon his journey. From his post in the conning tower Davies watched the hydroplane rise and fall to the. wind, and sweep into the distance, to dwindle and disappear. CHAPTER XIII. The Ewarming of the Herd. Davies had correctly divined the secret of the air under the sea. Nature, who does nothing in haste, had prepared the sea monsters for their change of environment by bestowing upon them the property of condensing the hydrogen in the water in such a manner as to separate it from the other constituent of water —oxygen. But, being too unstable to exist as a separate gas, except under high pressure, the oxygen combined with the nitrogen that sustained the crinoids and other plant life at the bottom of the sea. The resulting combination was oxygen and nitrogen in place of oxygen and hydrogen, or air in lieu of ... water. Masterman. who overlooked nothing, had explained all this in his letter to Donald. 'He had also told him of the means of controlling the sea monsters. Their auditory apparatus being still in its most rudimentary stage, they heard sounds only as vibrations. Masterman had discovered, during those weeks of exploration and imminent danger, that G was the signal for dispersal. A, on the contrary, was the tsseinbly call. The-, sacrificial bone knife vibrated to the sound of A, and

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it was this which had given the herd the key-tone of their language. Unfortunately for Macßeard. he had been unable to learn much more than this. The last page of the manuscript, as well as the first, was missing. MacBeard was sure that Donald.had kept possession of them. Had he possessed them, he would have learned that the power of utteringthese ealls rested-with the queen of the swarm alone, a human organism, the type of the race toward which the monsters tended, differentiating from them as the queen bee differs from the worker or the drone. He had discovered that the search for food was the one purpose of the creatures’ existence. It had assumed a religious aspect. Their god, their altar stone, the sacrificial rite were all the soul’s instinctive groping upward. based upon the dominating animal impulse. The tune that Clouts had played, with its discords, had been the deepsea equivalent of an artillery salvo. The terrified monsters had dispersed In all direetionsr-lettlng down the- curtain of condensed hydrogen. Fortunately for the professor, the main portion of the herd had kept together, and this afforded him a medium in which he could, with difficulty, breathe. But their rapid movement kept the hydrogen stirred up, and he was nearly asphyxiated before he reached his refuge within the cave. He did not like inhaling carbonated jelly. Seeing Donald and Davies upon the island, he had attempted to open negotiations with them. Repulsed, he fled in terror, and on rounding the point saw Ida. alone at the cave’s mouth. At once his scheme was horn in his mind. Pushing ashore, he entered the cave by the narrow way toward the rear. He came upon Ida suddenly, and grasping her in his arms, he placed one hand over her mouth, preventing her frorn crying for aid. Then, dragging her to the top of the precipice, he sounded the assembly call. Instantly the water beneatlr be’gan to dissolve. Thick clouds of steaming hydrogen rolled up to the cave’s roof. Soon there was a natural passage, three hundred feet deep, from the interior of the cave to the crater below. He carried Ida down the descent. The girl, who had contrived to. drop her handkerchief, was no match for the professor. She screamed once or twice, but the echoes of the cavern absorbed the sound of her voice. And so she found herself again within the submarine temple. Macßeard released her and stood in front of her, devouring her with his gaze. He could not understand whence this novel emotion in his heart derived its power; and, now that she was his captive, he did not know what to do. Geometry, physics, mathematics and the calculus all failed to help solve his problem.

Overcome by the presence of the woman he loved, the professor stam-j mered like a youth with his first sweetheart. have you brought me here?” asked Ida. “feecause—because I —er—l love you,” answered Macßeard. Ida burst into iroqical laughter. The situation was so impossible that there was room,for no emotion but amusement And in that laugh the professor felt a thousand arrows of jealousy rend him. “Listen to me!" he exclaimed passionately. “You don’t know who I am or what lam trying to do. lam going to obliterate the earth, as it is known to you. I command the Man of the Future. The Man who is to come. The new race of the sea, which is to sweep away the puny monkey-man. And I want you to share my power with me.” Ida laughed hysterically. She could not help herself. Macßeard glared at her. He did not know what to do. “You shall see!” he cried, beside himself with anger. “You don’t believe what I tell you? Til prove it* “It doesn’t make any difference, professor. I am not a blackboard,” answered Ida. “Will you kindly take me back to the place you brought me from?” “No!” shouted Macßeard. “You’ll stay here until you learn to love me. Why can’t you love me?” Ida’s look was touched with* pity. She did not answer him. Macßeard sounded his timing fork, and immediately the monsters gathered about them. The hydrogen haze rolled higher, disclosing the entire interior of the cave, and the idol. MacBeard sounded another fork, and the creatures began edging Ida toward the recesses of the cave. “If I sound the sacrificial note you die,” snorted Macßeard. Ida. perfectly passive, waited. The monsters guarded the entrance. She was. alone. Outside Macßeard paced up and down beneath the sea in fury. He had encountered a problem which seemed Insoluble. As Ida waited; all at once a most remarkable object broke upon her gaze. Advancing through the midst of the luminous, vague monsters outside the entrance there came a perfectly huipan figure, a man with a square beard. i

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He passed through the monsters without the slightest difficulty and entered the cave. He was walking exactly as a boy walks when he drives a flock of geese qr a herd of pigs; that Is to say, there was a straddle in his step quite different from the rolling gait of a sailor, and he had his arms extended. With his lips he made a hissing sound which resembled “Shoo!** And in front of him, retiring backward. Ida thought she saw a phantom woman’s form. But it must have been a delusion, because it was only by straining her eyes that she could discern anything at all; and now and again the figure seemed to vanish into the air. - The man was Clouts. As he passed her, Ida called to him. Clouts jumped. He looked at her with a comical expression of fear on his face. “Clouts! Where is Donald? Can you get me out of here? Take me to him at once!” Clouts looked terrified. “Certainly, marjn,” he said. “But that isn’t nobody. ’ There’s all sorts of shapes and things here, but it isn’t a real person, inarm. I’m telling you this so you’ll understand, marm.” He hastened past her, and, far ahead of him, Ida discerned the shadowy shape of the queen. “Clouts! Help me! You aren’t going to leave me?” cried Ida pitifully. She heard Clouts’ muttering tones come back to her, and he was lost in the hydrogen haze. She was astounded at bls abandonment. Hadn’t he understood t To do the sailor justice, Clouts had one of those minds which are open to only a single impression at a time. Just then his mind was open to the necessity of keeping Donald’s elusive sweetheart from Ida’s knowledge. He could see only the faintest luminosity now, and he stood with his arms stretched out to prevent her slipping past him. Suddenly he heard a singularly melodious sound proceeding from her throat. It was a note unknown even to MacBeard. It was, in fact, the demi-semi-tone between G sharp and A, which is

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unknown to the Bach scale, though the bagpipes and Oriental music in general are acquainted with these subdivisions. It was the swarming note. The queen was ready to lead the brood forth upon its adventures. The spirit, emanating from her, made itself felt simultaneously throughout the herd. Instantly, from all quarters of the crater, the monsters rushed together. The hydrogen haze rolled far away. The ocean opened to its summit. Ida could see the sky above her, and the daylight. The air became surcharged with oxygen. Macßeard, amazed by this development, rushed in. He sounded the dispersal. But the swarming note took precedence of the dispersal, and the monsters, gathering into a gigantic circle, ignoring the professor’s call, began to scurry wildly about the crater, seeking their leader. Macßeard saw that the creatures were beyond his control. For the first time his tuning forks had failed him. He was afraid of being torn in pieces. And up cave Sam Clouts found himself engaged in the most rious tussle that he had ever known. (TO BE CONTINUED.)

Teaching for Future Endeavor.

If the teacher knew what field of endeavor each pupil would seek in later life, he would be greatly helped in making school plans. In the’ case of boys he can rarely know, for the employments of men are many and unlike and unforeseen circumstances often determine what their vocation is to be. In the case of girls, however, .the difficulty is not so great, for of a hundred girls more than eighty will become homemakers; they constitute sotiarge a group with a common life business that special studies and methods adapted to their needs may fairly be required of all.—Youth’s Companion.'

Korean Gods Under German Influence.

Koreans are great rumor mongers. Some stories they spread are fantastically absurd. One recently prevailing among the country people, because no rain fell for many days, was to the effect that the 16ng drought was due to German influence with the gods, in revenge for the part Japan has taken in the war, says East and West News. Predictions of famine were current among the Korean farmers and recent heavy rainfall has not altogether removed the anxiety feft among that class of people on the peninsula.

Water In the Desert

By Robert H. Moultor

fHE most valuable thing in any given region is apt to be that which is hardest to obtain there. In deserts, without any doubt, it is water. And next to the life-giving fluid itself, the desert traveler values any indications of where he will be able to find it—its direction, its distance, its character. The existence or non-existence of such indications often means life or death to him. A little over a year ago congress began the work of supplementing the few signs that nature affords by marking the desert regions of the Southwest with printed sign-boards, telling of the nearest water. Moreover, it is mapping the watering-places and improving them. An appropriation of SIO,OOO was made as a starter, and within a few weeks after it had become available, the United States geological survey had four outfits, each in charge of a geologist, at work in the hottest, driest, sandiest and least explored part of the desert region. Within a few months more than 60,000 square miles of the region had been mapped, examined and sign-posted. 1 The region that has been covered lies in southern California and southwestern Arizona. In California It includes the Colorado Desert, the Mohave Desert, the southern part of Death Valley, and adjacent regions. In Arizona It includes the little known and sparsely settled region west of Tucson and Phoenlx and south df~ ■Wickenburg and Parker. It was selected not only because of its aridity, but also because of the strategic importance of obtaining information on the water-supplies along the 350 miles of our national frontier, which it includes. Guides for the Traveler. The geologists who did this work are now in Washington .preparing maps that will show practically every watering-place in the region and 'the roads leading to these wateringplaces. These maps will be published In a series of guides which will contain descriptions of the routes, detailed Information regarding each waterplace, tables of distances between watering-places and analysis, of the water. These guides will cover not merely the principal roads, but are especially designed to give information regarding the water-places in the less frequented regions remote from the main routes. The work was placed In charge of geologists, so that not only should existing water-places be located and marked, but an Intelligent understanding' of the water-supplies below the surface should be obtained. Thus, after the guides are completed, watersupply papers will be published which will discuss in a comprehensive manner the water sources of the region. Many interesting episodes in connection with the field-work might be related. At various rimes there were breakdowns in remote sections involving extraordinary exertion and some hardships. A rather romantic event was the planting of sign-posts in the vicinity of Tinajas Atlas, along the Mexican border, in Arizona, where between 300 and 400 persons once

The Real Situation

“Loogy yuh, sah! Yo’-all’s pow’ful /nil o’ dlgnitude wid yo’ old second hand Ford. Never lookin’ to de right nor de left when yo’ passes yo’ ’quaintances. Yo’ isn’t got no squalification for think yo’ better dan common folks, •ah.” ■ , • . / ’’ “Yo* wrong in yo* pronostlcatlgps, •ah. In de fust place, dis ain’t no seeond hand Ford, It’s a ftou’th hand. And, ag’in, a Ford ain’t do mule. Yo*

perished by thirst. It may be somewhat surprising to people in the East, and possibly to some in the West, to learn that Death" Valley, 'whose unsavory name and reputation give it a certain terrifying notoriety throughout the country, contains large springs, which afforded excellent swimming to the survey party that was in the valley last winter. The entire region, that is so arid as to require guides to wateringplaces and sign-posts directing to these watering-places, comprises a fanshaped area covering approximately 570,000 square miles, or nearly onefifth of the country. The handle of the fan is in southern California; one side is formed by the Sierra Nevada and Cascade mountains; the other side extends 800 miles along the Mexican border; while the outer edge is traced by a line extending from eastern Oregon, through Salt Lake City and Santa Fe, to the mouth of the Pecos river. The highly developed coastal section of southern California is situated, so to speak, at the handle of the fan, and the railroads and automobile highways that extend eastward and northeastward z from this section may be regarded as the ribs of the huge fan. Benefits of the Work. a This region is by no means devoid of natural resources or human activity. It contains prosperous cities, fertile agricultural districts, forest-clad mountains, a large aggregate number of wa'tering-places, rich mines, and an unknown wealth of mineral deposits yet to be discovered and exploited. But the localities that have watersupplies comprise widely separated cases in a vast expanse of silent, changelfess, unproductive desert whose most impressive feature is great distances and whose chief evidences of human occupation are the long, long roads that lead from one water-ing-place to another. To hirp who has become acquainted with the region it has a peculiar fascination and no serious dangers, but for the stranger who penetrates it without adequate information it forever contains the stem possibility of perishing by thirst. In the few years’ travel in the

kin drive a mule and look at de landscape ino' or less widout no c’larpity happenin’. But a Ford—a-Lawd!—if yo’ turn yo’ head it’ll rise up and smite yo*. ’Sides all dat. Ise got a sprain in muh neck.” —Kansas City Star. . ■ A..

Remembers Great Statesman.

Frederick Edrupt, a former office boy empjpyed by Chalies Dickens, has recently retired after 40 years’ service at the Temple in London. He worked for Dickens when the novelist was con-

region has been greatly increased through the use of automobiles, and this has accordingly increased the need for maps and guides to wateringplaces. The large amount of work that has been accomplished in the last year was made possible by using a'considerable sum from the regular appropriation for the Investigation of water resources, in addition to the appropriation of SIO,OOO for desert watering-places. This was justified by the fact that the reconnaissance has yielded a large amount of valuable data on ground-water condtions. On the basis of. the already <Jnne it Is estimated that the rest of the region of 570,000 square miles can be covered, after the manner of the first year’s work, for SIOO,OOO, which is only about $8 per township. Obviously the results will be very large for the expenditure Involved, and it is highly desirable as soon as possible, to carry the project to completion. After the region has been covered by the survey and the setting of the sign-posts, it is believed that the government should undertake the systematic development of new water-ing-places.

Picturesque Old Church

The church of St.-Marks-in-the-Bow-ery now finds itself in the midst of one of the most picturesque and colorful parts of New York. Second avenue, to which it presents its garden and an angle view of the church, especially agreeable to see as one walks up the avenue, having quickly shed the luster of a once famous residence street, has taken on all the bustle and activity of a foreign boulevard, with / terrace cases and Restaurants, liberally patronized by foreign residents, and where English Is scarcely understood. In summer, when Fifth avenue is deserted, Second avenue alone vies with Broadway in the gayety indicative of a seething metropolis.—Helen W. Henderson, in “A Loiterer in New York.”

ducting All The Year Round, back in the sixties. Edrupt tells of seeing his employer one day In front of a little hook shop talking with “a gentleman with long curly hair, dressed In a deerstalker hat, checked tftmsers and a veV vet coat with pearl -buttons as big as five-shilling plebes.” He later discovered the stranger to be Benjamin Disraeli. prime minister of England. One of Edrupt’s'chief.duties was to gd about the city, pasting up posters advertising the latest books and writing! of Dickens.