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by Victor Rousseau
Cspyrtfa W. O. Chapman CHAPTER XVIII. . —IS— Tht Hidden Chamber. Simon turned just In time. The wheel went crashing to the floor and bounded and rebounded out of the room and along the little hall. Phil ippe Jumped In terror from the place where he crouched — And then the last strand broke and I was free to slip the cords from my limbs. “You old fooiP* screamed Leroux, catching Duchalne by the wrists. But Charles Duchalne possessed the strength of a madman. He grasped Leroux round the waist and clung to him and would not be shaken off. “Kill him!” he screamed. “He Is a spy! He has come to betray me to the government !” What followed was the work of a moment. I saw Jacqueline pull down both broadswords from the wall. She flung one down beside me Just as I was staggering to my feet. Leroux shook off the old man at last. He turned on me. I swung the sword aloft and brought it down upon his skull. Heaven knows I struck to kill; but my wrist was feeble from the ropes, and the blade fell flat. It drew no blood, but Leroux dropped like a stricken ox upon the floor. “This way!” gasped the old man. He pulled at Jacqueline's arm. and half led and half dragged her through the open door behind his chair. I fol lowing. Lacroix sprang into the room, calling, but whether to ns or to the other ruffians I did not know. Leroux sat up and looked about him. dased and bewildered. Then I was In the little room with Jacqueline and Duchalne. and he turned and bolted the door behind US. He seemed possessed of all the strength and decision of youth again. When I stood there before the room hsd been as dark as pitch, but now a flicker of light was at the far end. A voles cried: “M*sleurl ITslssr 1 I have not for gotten thee!** It was Pierre Caribou. I saw his figure silhouetted against the light of the flaring candle which he held In his hand. Duchalne had placed one ana about his daughter's waist and was urging her along. But she stopped and looked back to me. I saw she held one broadsword in her hand, as I held the other. “Come, monsieur!'' she gasped. *T am going back," I answered, fumbling for the bolt Duchalne had drawn. “No! We are safe Inside. It Is a secret room. My father made It In the first days of his sojourn here in I Struck to Kill. case he were pursued, and none but Pierre and he knew the secret. Ah, come, monsieur—come!” But I meant to kill Leroux and still felt for the bolt. As I fumbled there the door splin tered suddenly and Jacqueline cried out. Then I yielded reluctantly to Jacque line's soft violence. I followed her through the dark chamber, under an archway of stone, and through a wind ing passage in the rock. Pierre's [ candle flickered before us, and In an other moment we had squeezed through a narrow opening into a cham ber In the cliff. On the ground were live or six largo stones and Pierre began to lit them Into the aperture through which me had passed, & a state the place Jacquline Golden River waa completely aealed, and we four atood and looked bfaathleaaly at one another within what might ban bean a cenotaph. The chamber aeemed at one time to have been prepared for each a con tingency aa had occurred, for there were wool ruga on the atone floor, though they had rotted and partly dle lntegrated from the dampness. “M. Duchalne, he make this place In caao goT'ment come take him- ex plained Pierre as he placed the ruga. “No can And, no can break down stone door. Other way Simon not know—only m'alenr and me. Old Cari bou he come that way; he ,ee yon tied and know It time to come here. Boon time to kill Simon come aa well." -When. In heaven's name, will It comet- I cried. “dome soon. His diable tell me," answered Pierre Caribou. -I go now." he announced. ‘'To morrow I coma for yon, take all through tunnel. Ton stay bare till I come; all sleep till morning." -I will go with yon, Pierre," I said, still under my obsession. But he laid hla heavy hand upon my arm and pushed me away. -Ton no Hll Simon,” he answered. “Why yon no kill him again when yon have sword? Only diable can kill him. When time coma diable tell old Cari bou. Ton sleep now. I go for take my woman and gal safe through tun nel to place I know. When my woman and gal safe I coma back to m'alenr and ma'm'eelle." I lay down. The alienee waa loneli ness Itself, and not rendered leas lonely by the occasional cries of the old man and the drip, drip of water. I could not see anything, and Jacque line might have been a woman of stone, for aba made not the least move ment. At last I spoke to her. "Jacqueline I" I heard bar start and knew Oat dm had ralaed her head and .was looking after me. I crawled toward bar, drag ging my blanket after me. I felt In the darkness for the place whore I knew bar hand must be and took It In mine. -Jacqueline I” I said again. -Ah, 11. Hewlett-—the weariness In her voice went to my heart—“lt might have been so different—lf—" “If what, Jacqueline?" “If there bad not been the blood of a dead man between us," she moaned. “If —you —had not —killed him I" Her words were a revelation to me, for I learned that aha had mercifully been spared the fall remembrance of what had happened In the Tenth street apartment. She thought that It waa I who had killed Louis d'Kpemay. And how could I deny this, when to ao would be to bring to ber mind the knowledge of her own dreadful guilt? The hours wore away, and we three lay there, two waiting and one dream ing of the old days of yonth, no doubt I tried to light the candle to see the time, bat my shaking hand sent It fly ing across the cave, and when I searched for my matches I found that the box waa empty. It aeemed an eternity since we had come there. It Is one thing to wait for dawn, and quite another thing to wait where dawn will never come. I resolved to follow the exit for a little distance to see whither it led. and If I could discover the light of day. So I took my sword and sallied out through the passage In the cliff. I' had only proceeded a few steps when the air grew cold and sweet. And before I had traversed two hun dred yards I aaw a dim light In the distance. This was no candle light bat that of day. So I had endured all those agonies of mind with the open air but a short distance away I As I advanced I fancied that I heard the soft pattering of feet behind me. I halted and listened Intently. I crouched against the wall and waited. But I beard nothing now except the distant roaring of the cataracts. How sweet they sounded now I I listened Intently, leaning against the wall and facing backward, holding my sword ready to meet any Intruder. Bat there was no sound from within, except the soughing which one hears In a tunnel, and satisfied at last that I had been the victim of an over wrought Imagination I pursued my course. But I had not gone six paces before I heard a scream that still rings In my ears today, and a shadow sprang out of the darkness and rushed st me. It was old Charles Duchalne. Hla white hair streamed behind him; hla face bore an expression of Indelible horror and rage, and In hla band he held the other sword. Ho struck at me, a great, sweeping blow which would almost have eat me In two. I had lust time to parry It, and then he waa upaa me, raining Mows upon my aulatrattoad award. THU MOPSTAIS VBJOH. Though hla attach waa wild the vigor of hla blows almost boat down my guard. At last a fandom blow ad mins swept the weapon from bis feebla old hand and sent It whirling down tha cataract Into tha lake below. Then he waa at my throat, and It was fortunate that there waa firm rock Instead of slippery lea beneath us, or we should both have followed the sword. -Calm yourself, for heaven’s sake, monsieur I” I gasped as I gained a mo mentary advantage over him. -Don’t yon know me? I am your friend. I want to save youl" “Ton shall not take mol I have done nothing 1 It was years ago I Let me go! Let me go 1" he screamed. I released him for a moment, hoping that hla disordered brain would calm enough for him to recognise me and that, when he aaw my motives were peaceful he would grow quiet. But suddenly, with a final howl, ho sprang peat me, sweeping me against the wall, and leaped out on the lodge. I held my breath. I expected to see him stagger to hla death below. Bat he stood motionless In the middle of the little platform and stretched out hla arms toward the raging torrent as though In invocation. Then he leaped across with the agility of a wild sheep and rushed on Into the tunnel be yond. I started back, keeping this time to the right aide of the tunnel, until I heard the gurgling of the brook. Than I heard Jacqueline’s footstep. “Who la It?" she called wildly. It Hewlett! My father 1" I caught her aa she swayed toward me. “He has gone Jacqueline,- I said. “I went Into the tunnel to try to And Ha Struck at Ma. too way- He had been feigning sleep and he crept after me. I tried to stop him. He was ao frightened that I thought It best to let him go. He ran on Into too tunnel—- -We mast find him." she said. -He will come back, Jacqueline." -He will never come bade I” she an swered. -He must have been planning tola and watting for mo to sleep. Ho may be hiding somewhere. We most search for him." “Let us go, then, Jacqueline, -I an swered. I led her back Into the tunnel on wbat waa to be. I hoped, our Anal Jour ney. We reached the ledge. The star had faded now, and the whole sky was bright with the red douda of dawn. At length I eaw daylight ahead of me—and there waa no sound of the torrents. I left Jacqueline In too cave for a few momenta and went Into tha small er one near by. where I had seen the provisions on tha preceding days. I found a small box of hard biscuit, with which I stuffed the pockets of my coat, and, happier still, a small re volver and some cartridges, to which I helped myself liberally. Then I went back to Jacqueline. -Jacqueline," I said, -let us go on. Perhaps your father la on his way out side the tunnel." -We cannot go without my father." she answered, shaking her head In de termination. “Jacqueline," I said, “If we can find your father yon will come with me? Because It has occurred to me," I went on, “that If he had come this way his footprints would be In the mud bo side the stream. It would take an hour or two for them to fill np again. So perhaps ha did not come this tor, but Is hiding In some cave In the tun nel through which we came. Will yon wait for me here while I go back and search f She nodded and I went back Into that Interminable tunnel again. (TO BE CONTINUED.) Try a Betel-Nut. Instead of offering cigars and elg arets, in Persia one Is offered a betel not. Everyone carries a supply of them In neat little Ivory boxes, not unlike toe snuff-boxes of our ances tors. The betel-nut Is a narcotic. In Its effects not onllke tobacco, hot It Is much more harmful. Those who chew It suffer from Inflamed gums, and they generally lose their teeth. The betel is a species of climbing plant, with a leaf not unlike Ivy. It yields a crop of nuts, which are ground to a powder; this la mixed with a similar powder derived from the areca-not and made Into n pasta, which la wrappafi to piacaa «t Mfi leaf. Cho-Cho i s Coming, Children! 10-CHO! Cho-Cho! Cho-Cho, the Health Clown!” yelled the *2.500 children packed Into the big assembly hall of the school. Sure enough, it was Cho-Cho, the famous health mm clown. The familiar figure walked out on the platform and every child there could see at a glance that he was a really-truly. sure-enough circus clown, with his white face with red spots on It, his big white ruff, full trousers and coat, marked with the bright red dia monds. In one hand he carried a metal scale (s- ch as is used for weighing the baby) and on the other arm a market basket filled with green vegetables, from the midst of which peeped a fry ing-pan and a coffeepot and a pint bottle of milk. “Hello, children!" he called out. “Glad to see you I" And he tripped over an Imaginary obstacle, nearly losing his hold on his market basket, to the unholy joy of the youthful spec tators. “Ho, ho!” he roared. “Almost lost my dinner that time. Those vegetables are precious. I eat 'em alive and get big and strong.” The white figure advanced to the center of the platform by slow stages, because of a continuous dropping of the varions articles contained in his basket. In picking np a carrot he dropped a beet and In picking up the beet he dropped a cabbage, and so on ; and how these children laughed! At last he deposited his burdens safely on the bench. “I've been to the country and the things in that big basket were all given to me as presents by a kind farmer and his wife. Shall I tell you about my visit?” The delighted yell that went up was answer enough. So Cho-Cho told about It. The farmer and his wife showed him how the cows were milked and they told him that these animals were working overtime to get milk enough for the city children, who Insisted on drinking milk Instead of tea and coffee because It makes them gj*ow tall and strong. This reminded him that he had had no milk since breakfast and he must Interrupt his story to take his nour ishment, for milk Is a food as well as a drink and he makes it a point to drink at least a quart a day. He took the bottle of milk from his basket, re moved the paper top, wiped the neck of the bottle carefully with a paper nupkln. explaining that he always did this to any bottle or glass or cup from which he drank, as one never knows who used the article or whether or not they had whooping cough or measles or mumps or any other dlseaso that one might catch. Then, with much Joyous blinking of the eyes and rub bing of the stomach and wiggling of the toes, he drank the entire contents of the bottle. He found the eggs, which the hens had laid In the hny, and learned that there Is as much nourishment In one egg as there Is In a good big piece of beefsteak. r it.e vegetable garden was visited and he learned that spin ach. a vegetable for which he never cared, contains a vast amount of iron. EAGER FOR GREAT ADVENTURE Men of Today Vastly Different From Those Who Went Exploring With Christopher Columbus. They had to bribe men In the earnest and timorous days of Columbus to ship for the first Atlantic trip. Sailing towards the edge of a perfectly flat earth had nc particular charms, even for criminals and "broken men” who were offered indemnity If they would pis Life imprisonment, in safety, which makes one strong so that one can win races and pitch busebnlls bet ter than any of the other fellows In our gang, and so on. AmJ—what do you think 1 When he got buck after eating these things that make one strong and healthy he bad gained u whole pound. And this he proved by standing on the scales and letting one of the children read the figures. A whole pound! anil a normal child Is only supposed to gain half a pound In a whole month. He prauced about and laughed with glee over this glad news. And then ha produced the frying pan and the coffeepot, which he bran dished iu the air as he pranced about, declaring that they were the deadly enemies of all children, and the only thing that should be put In them was holes. Nothing cooked In a frying pun or a coffeepot was fit for any child to take Into his system, and he hurled them from him In a rage. Then he gave * side-splitting Imita tion of a boy going to bed. He un dressed with great care and carefully folded • ich garment and placed It on a chair, yawning and rubbing his eyes the while. “What does he do next?” he asked his audience. “He brushes his teeth!” was the reply. “He sure does,” answers Cho-Cho, "and this Is how lie brushes them, up and down, up and down. In the new style. Instead of cross-ways In the old fashioned way. And then he gargles his throat like this, to get rid of all the dust of the street —and next?” “He takes a bath!” “Right again,” says the clown, and you never saw such fun as Cho-Cho had In his bath, scrubbing himself and squeezing the sponge over his head, and getting soap in bis eyes and mouth, and sputteiing and laughing all at once. One never realized that a bath could be such fun. “And now," suid he, as he rubbed his back with the Imaginary towel, “what next?” ”He opens his windows!” came the chorus. “Of course,” said Cho-Cho, “he opens them at the top and the bottom, like this, so that Mr. Good Air can come In and Mr. Bad Air can go out. And now he drinks a glass of nice, cold water —he drinks four of these every day and this Is hls last —mm. mm. It’s good! Now he jumps into bed and the first thing you know he’s snoring away like this.” “I must go now. But remember! If you do these things you’ll gain half a poflnd a month.” So he backed away and out the door, kissing hls hand and shouting “Good-by” at every step, though the children yelled so that he could hardly be heard at all. This is a true story. It happened just this way In New York city and Is going to happen In many other cities. Cho-Cho is a real clown and he Is working in this thing for Uncle Sam to make the school children strong and healthy. The school hygiene division of the National Bureau of Education of the Interior Department is carrying on a national health contest among the school children of the country. At present there nre. according to Secre tary Lane, 6,000,000 underweight chtl seemed better than high adventure terminated at any moment by a sud den cataclysmic death. That was 427 years ago. Now, says the New York Evening Post, there Is no need to call for criminals to man the first Atlantic trips In air. They had to turn men away from the crew of the R-34 on the first voyage by llghter-than-air machine, and even then one stowaway got himself aboard and made the trip. The Idea waa to keep the tremendous dirigible as light as possible. And so, with ell this dron in the country, and 15JIU0.UUU suf fering frotu physical defect** which could be prevented or corrected. The bureau of ediieutIon’s health content ulins to reuch these children. “Health, strength. Joy” Is the motto of the division, and Its methods are all directed towurd making health edu cation reul fun. Health charts which children fill In for themselves, showing their weight and height and how much each of them guins. are sent by the division to all schools and teacher* which ask for them. Brightly colored pamphlets for teachers and children, and personnl letters, give advice about health problems. And best and latest of all. Cho-Cho, real circus clown, ha* been employed to make amusing and helpful talks on what a child should eat. wear and do to he strong and well. It Is a fact that at least 15 per cent of our children today are suffering from malnutrition, resulting not so much from eating too little as from eating and drinking the wrong kind of food. All sorts of methods have been tried, with very little success, to rem edy this condition, to Induce the par ents to provide and the children to eat the foods that will nourish ami give them strength. Cho-Cho and a pair of scales, on which each child can he weighed once a month. Is u combina tion that will go * very long way to ward bringing about the desired re sults. The monthly weighing Is a most Im portant factor In this work. Johnny and Jenny, who have rigidly lived up to the Instructions given by Cho-Cho for fout long weeks, step onto the scales with their eyes shining and their hearts pounding with excitement. If they have gained more than the de sired half a pound, their cup of Joy la brimming over, and If. on the other hand, they are not quite up to the mark, their guilty consciences remind them of the coffee which they have drunk or of the baths which they neg lected to take, or the green vegetables which they refused to eat. and they realize that Cho-Cho was right—one cannot do these things and still gain his half a pound a month. Cho-Cho Is very busy these days. He Is booked solid for months to come In various cities. But one clown cannot do all the work of the country, and so other Clio-Chos are being trained. It la a nation-wide campaign, which they are waging to better the condition of the boys and girls who are to consti tute the next generation of our citizens. What the Dickens.** Shakespeare as well as Dickens an ticipated some modem catch phrnrfc*. such as the popular Injunction to keep your hair on. “You are like to lose your hair I” remarks one of the char acters In “The Tempest." Then we find Falstaff exclaiming: “The game Is up." “1 cannot tell what the dickens his name Is.” And a thirsty soul In “Antony and Cleopntra” confesses: “I have yet room for six Scotches more.” —London Chronicle. eagerness for flying, the R-34’s crew was smaller than the crew of the San ta Marla, which consisted of 52 Ignor ant and fearful men. who had no .den Just why they went, or where. On the three ships together, the Encyclopedia Brttannlcn says, there were 88 men. 52 on the sailing ship Santa Marls, which Columbus commanded himself, and 18 apiece on the caravsls Pinto and Nina. Cheap bargains arc dear.—Span) sfe Proverb.