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was like the night wail of a hun
gry beast, and the deep rumble of
the volcano . . . and the laugh
of the princess.
u "The laugh rose higher, and
higher, and higher, and higher,
until it dominated the howl pf the
wind and the volcano's growl.
She raised one arm and flung it
out in gesture at Bellew.
"'Look at him!' she cried.
Look at him, O my people!
Drenched in the blood ofjiis best
friend! . . . And he is the-only
man on the island who does not
know I am his own brother's
"Ned Bellew gave a sharp cry.
He raised his hands before his
eyes as if to shut out some awful
sight; then lowered them, and his
eyes had become the eyes of a
hunted, cornered animal. They
flashed around the room, and
i suddenly opened wide in horror.
"For a moment he stood star
f 5ng. Then, before a -soul could
mpve, he had caught up the red
knife .with which he killed" Nel
son, plunged it deep in his own
'breast and pitched sickly to the
"I was the first at his side. I
think he died before- I reached
him. I looked up and around the
ri&room at the staring dancers.
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lllf piiiiv-css ictugucu again.
lit woo c tuuii ouc uicu,
Why was the music stopped?'
The stranger fell silent, and
hunched back in his seat. The
Sticking of a clock in some other
froom had become painful before
janjr al us spoke. Then Wooden.-;
leg Donahue, his eyes afire, lean
ed forward and thumped upon
"She ought to have, been kill
ed!" he cried. "She ought to
have been killed V
The stranger rose, and careful
ly dusted the cigar ashes from Iris
"J killed her," he said ... "I
was Ned Beikw's brother ...
and her husband." '
. And with, that he stalked from
"Sandalwood Bellew," said
Douglas Belford, softly. "San
dalwood Bellew: I thought I
knew that face."
THE KIDS WERE WISE.-
Model Citizen Boys! Boys I ,
Playing ball in school hours?
Don't you ever think of the fu
ture? Boys De future? Sure! If we
goes t' school we might grow up
an' be teachers at only six hun
dred a year, while if we stays (
away an' practices ball we might I N
get jobs in de bir leacue at tree v