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*"i'= rt Yellow CHAPTER XIII. —16— The Ape.Repays. When he wakened some time later, his first link of consciousness was that the altar-fire was out, the air changing and he knew without looking that Helen was no longer on the other side of the wall. The same green twilight suffused the top of the tunnel. He re called as from months ago how the party of dwarfs had drawn aside to permit him to pass on into this maze below the palace. Con wondered vaguely if the whole world were honeycombed. Then he managed to rise, and his feet at first were like diving weights. Nothing less than his Intensity of emotion lifted him up the notched liiarrier again. His arms were shaking, %ils eyes dim. Again the greenish glow ta his face. The chamber was empty .now, save for one drugged mandarin, lying full length In his blue robe, one "gaunt arm touching the floor. The altar was dead, and only an oppressive feeling in the air remained of the *'oresh. The wooden door at the further side was not quite closed. She had come down to this pit of royal iniquity because he was making her unhappy. Con knew this. She had come to dream in semideath un der fingers from the yellow bowl. Yet he was not so fatuous as to believe that it could be her first communion with the darker gods. In fact, the dais here resembled that in the throne room—a permanent affair. Con was sick at heart. Heedless of the sleeping Chinese, he drew himself up and across the wall. The exertion seemed to bring back his strength. The space at the roof of the tunnel was small. He slid through inid dropped down on the other side, near the altar. The yellow bowl, too, was gone. The bowl of jade gave an opalescent light, close up, itself a dream, with the ceaseless dry pouring of the gas. Con glanced at the prone figure—a face of smooth putty, no eyes, a white mouth, nerveless. It was the symbol of all that ailed Tau Kuan. Levington grasped the iron ring In the door, and pulled back. Softly it swung to him, with a gush of better air from the black passage beyond. The darkness was damp "iind thick. He moved into it, ,and the door closed after him. He stumbled upon the lowest step of a stall-way. The stones were wet and worn. A feeling •f oil was about the place. He began to ascend, carefully, taking no reckon ing. Nothing mattered but this inner draw, the great master passion. Per haps if his brain had been clearer he would have questioned himself, per fcaps held back from this rashness. But he was burning inside. He lost count of the ascending steps. He had no thought of bravery. Presently another door at the top, another iron ring. More important than any material Surroundings was the fact that he was •tanking her unhappy. At first he had I "Helen," He Whispered. "Helen, Wake Up! They Are Giving You Death." felt secret exultation because of the confession. It measured the possibil ity of power for him. It meant he could make a difference. From that vantage his fate had quickly led him a to the reverse side of it, her side—the pain, the uncertainty, the new giddy whirlpool of her eighteenth year. Lev ington plucked the second iron ring, and Instantly knew where he was. A corridor before him, a window opened Out, and the shade of oak trees with ttieir brushing leaves. No one appeared in the corridor out side the apartment of the princess. He realized with a shock that the shaft of the mines was a mile to eastward. He had groped a long while underground. Now in the upper passage lingered the ••'"i 'K.: .. i'if:-. 1 perfume of the procession that had passed. Con imagined the "borne ham mocks with the silken sleeping bur dens, especially one. He moved into the hall, keeping close to the inner wall. He came to the familiar door. There was no time to knock. The vietrola was still there. With a little cry of dismay the servant of the princess arched his back and ran for ward. quite hideous in haste and hate. I.evington stopped him and picked up the knife that fell from the yellow hand. There was further brief busi ness of wadding the mouth of old Fu All and securing his enraged members. Then the white man, his heart pound ing, ran to the raised couch. She was there. He closed his eyes a moment, because of her loveliness, his own re lief and the strange hurt. Iler face held the calm of that shadow of sable wings. Con knew the satiny black be neath her eyes. In fact, the yellow bowl had been left here within her reach when she wakened. He bent over and stared into her face. "Helen," he whispered. "Helen, wake up! They are giving you death. I do not mean to make you unhappy. Do not sleep, it is poison, you must not! I want you to live. Oh, princess, there is America—" He did not know what he was say ing to her. Her arms and shoulders were limp as he touched her, lilted her a little from the colored cushions. Without opening her eyes, she snr'.cd faintly, and it maddened him to think that she was pleased with some phan tasm in a subtler world, perhaps en tirely unaware of his own presence. The deep shadows about her eyes seemed to stab him. lie raised her closer to him. He was pleading. Me smoothed her temples. His hands shook, as he breathed the full story of his heart. The universe was only this —that she lay faint in his arms, that her white beauty possessed him, that he could not reach her, a web always between, delicate yet unbreakable. She sighed, as a child who enters a new depth of rest, and it punished him. She had not opened her eyes. The leaves rustled outside the case ment. From a silver vase on a taboret white rose petals drifted down to the rug. Curtains swayed gently in the movement of the air. Afternoon sun light crossed golden through the oaks. Out of the age-old secrets of the heart Levington knew the mystery of high desire, as if a race of men, stalwart, tender, true, had gone before him. lived and loved and perished, that he might breathe the same air with his princess in this hour, might feel the softly rush ing storm within himself, and pledge his all to the beauty of one who did not speak. Again lie leaned over her, and whis pered rapidly—only the great hazards mattered now—"Tell me, tell me—" Helen's throat trembled, beneath the smooth skin a ripple of effort, but she did not unseal her lips. Con covered his eyes with his arm. Out of this moment of intense quiet he heard footsteps, great leaping falls. He turned, crouching. A Nubian, a giant, passed, his dagger steady as bronze,.his eyes red. lie rushed, and Levington stepped aside. The fray must be led away from Helen. The negro also reckoned on this. Con made sure of the knife he had taken from the servant, Fu Ah, who was still tightly bandaged, lying near the door. They faced each other. The great black rushed again. Levington grap pled, parried, and they swung around. He could do nothing with his knife. Another wild down thrust from the Nubian, a lunge with lion power in it. Gray foam stood out upon the negro's lips. A mighty hinge of ebony was clos ing upon Levington, who felt his legs giving way, and the borrowed knife pried steadily out of his hand. His head was gradually being forced back ward. Catlike, he writhed loose his right arm, and flashed a blow to the black neck, but It was like hitting a rug. The African was mouthing hot ly. For all that life meant. Con clung to the dagger-arm. He was lifted cleo" of the floor, to enable the black to ad just him at his leisure for the final stroke. All the agony of life's untast ed cup came to Levington as he thought of Helen. He could see her. Suddenly the Nubian cried out and seemed to lose control. He dropped Levington, who snatched the weapon from him. He was screaming and stamping. Upon his shoulders clung a small white-faced monkey, his teeth holding deep, eyes staring out at noth ing. The infuriated black would sum mon the entire palace with his howls. Con drove the dagger twice below the ribs, and the giant toppled into silence, while the little beast bit and bit, doubt less repaying black cruelty and white friendship at the same ti^ne. Besur turned inquiring eyes up to'Levington, who had no time to express thanks. Retaining the Nubian's weapon, lie fled past the gagged and fright-ridden Fu Ah, and out of the apartment, dodging down the corridor. There were run ning shuffles behind him. He gained .lie door to the stairway and stumbled down. Having entered the passage from a known direction. Con had no difficulty in continuing eastward, toward the location of the air shafts. His thoughts were a riot of things, beginning with ^V-V -!. By JEREMY LANE their talk in the open near her moth er's grave. Almost before he expect ed, he saw Andrew March, who was searching for him. Many were with the elder American, including the In terpreter. "How far did you go?" "Far enough to hear the oak leaves blowing outside her window." "You cross—no?" queried the Ara bian. "Yes." He recounted their morning meeting his return to the mines: the strange, silent malice of the dwarfs who bad allowed him to go on into the fumes from the devotional what he had seen over the rim of the wall the blackness that had fallen, and then the events beyond the stairs. "You have profaned the holy of holies," said March. "They have no higher religion. There is no end to your crimes." March was smiling ijravely. Oddly, it did not seem tc They Faced Each Other. Levington that he was talking to the father of his princess. March seemed to forward no such parental claim. "What arrangement have you made here?" "For today we are secure. After that, it depends upon what disposition is made of the four who were taken away this morning on our account." "It is a gift," said the sailor. "lie means our lives," explained March. "He cannot always Influence his men to think as he does. T'.iey are not inclined to make much of American aid." "Will the'y give us up?" asked Con. "Today no," replied the Arabian, grinning in the torchlight. To Con. in his present mood, today was forever. In his health, and the power of new love, he could not think of life coming to an end, ever. 1-Ie felt invincible. To March he said: "Today we not only escaped from their big walls but fooled their wise serpent, and even returned to the pal ace, to the apartment of their prin cess." "The same boy," mused March, with something like despair in his voice. "That's* the spirit that brought you up the cut in the rond when the riders were coming down on us and you we're going like that, one night In Cin cinnati." "Things are just beginning," said Con, rather absently, as he walked abreast of his friend, while the Ara bian with the torch followed, with his hobbling workers. The latter were talking softly. "What Is It they say?" Con had turned sharply. The Arab ex-sailor sirJTked uneas ily, then said: "They want their four brothers." "Where are they?" "In the city, perhaps to die, because you." There was a murmur from the background, as If the broken-bodied human creatures knew the meaning of the English words. Levington saw that they could scarcely be expected to sacrifice four of their own to save two fugitive strangers. "You have more men here under ground than they number in the city," said^ Con to the foreman. "Yes." "Then say to your men that tomor row we will go and get their four brothers." "No!" cried the Arab. "Yes," said Levington, with assur ance. The seaman turned to his men with the word. "My God!" said Aridrew March. CHAPTER XIV. The Prince Rides Out. The ardors cf the past day and night brought deep sleep to the two white men. Con, who wakened but once in TFTTC HOPE PTOKRP.R Sleep Copyright by the Century Company fA the night, and then merely to relax into deeper rest again, noted that the spaces in the caves were seething with little ugly men, whose twisted spines bobbed in a light that was siclcish and cold. The crowd seemed to grow as the hours passed, as if the innermost crevices of earth were giving up their human ants. More hoelike weapons were brought, to add to tlx rusty knives. There were tubes for blow ing darts, containing now a long ac cumulation of the dust of peace. In fact. tiu present generation could not recall a day of revolt in their subter ranean history. The Arabian sailor rushed about all this night like one possessed, his old hopes ignited. Primitive military system prevailed. The horde was grouped into units. There were lieutenants. The white men when wakened would rank as colonels, with no less a person than the Arab as their generalissimo. The miners seemed lost in a dull glow of excitement. Within their llvew nothing had occurred to interrupt tin next day's labor. The seizing of their four brothers had not seemed unusual, but the effect promised an infinity of new turns. There was no thought of sleep. The old humors of an uprising seemed at last about to tie fulfilled. The hour was near, their lot cast. Every tortured heart was eased some what of its burden of hate in the pros pect of action. They had never before attempted to express their loathing of the city, of their masters. They had been born to pain, toil, si lence. Home, shop, and grave were one to them. There were no families. From some warrior's house in the city, eneh man-child returned to the pits crippled forever, its spine an arch of horror. There was seldom any way of identifying the broken creature of ten or twelve. All thought of parentage was lost. When, by chance, kinship was re-established, such meeting was but a renewal of bitterness. And always in the city cellars the precious store of roots grew and grew. On the far edges of the state the essence of the'e roots was bartered or exchanged for silver. Always the yellow bowl in the apartment of the future queen was kept filled with dream potency. The stale religion was perpetuated in the lower room, which was so situated as to be symbolic of its connection with the source of all dreams, the mines themselves. Thus Cliee Ming' wrought upon the whole world the substance of his medi tations—the vizir, whose thin eyelids had never been touched and soothed and damned by one taint of koresh. His web was spreading beyond the sea. He chose the blood of princes and of queens, to blend at his. leisure, in his own interpretation of right. The old inonzoul had become no more than a warm silken bag of clay tinder the skinny hands of his vizir. Cliee Ming was ready to rule the planet entire. Now in the caverns, the miners were eating, wherever they stood, sticks flicking in and out of brown jars, the women slinking about In mortal fear. It was long after midnight. March dropped down beside Levington. "Surprising the riders do not come." "They'll wait for daylight. They have the four. They fee! sure of us." The two friends sat a little way off from the swarm, and looked idly into the gas-fire. Con grew drowsy with the warmth in his face. After a while he said. "The srrecn hair of "You mean the gas?" "Yes. the way ft comes np and floats, like something drowned in air. That's the flowing green hair—rather fiendish. I can't say what I mean." "If the tire happened to go out," said March, "we should all go out with it." "From what depth do you suppose It comes?" March looked quickly at his comrade, and smiled. "You are sleepy." "Yes. I'll take a nap here. But do you think the gas has anything to do with the crusted seeds they dig out of the pits here?" "I don't know. Nor can I tell, you how the koresh seeds, millions of them, ever got down so deep in the earth, to begin with. The Arab says that there are shafts as deep as wells, and from these chasms the worker with a torch brings up seeds that must have laid In the clay ever since the planet con densed and cooled and the same seeds will sprout in a month's time when planted on the surface and watered." "Something left over, preserved, from the days of the giants and the mastodons," said Con. "I thought you were going to say seeds from "How do they extract the oil and the Incense?" "The oil is simply pressed out of the full-grown root, and the incense Is that oil vaporized," "It got me," said Levington. "And there Is a poison they make from the seed itself but that is death, no dreams with it," added March. A curious kind of notoriety came to Levington while lie dozed and rested. The story of his battle with the Nubian was spread about the caverns, and many were the glances enst upon him. not so unfriendly. The monkey's choice In that struggle was taken here as a good omen It- strengthened these people's faith In the white man. (TO BE CONTINUED.) -'fn .-w-i..- i-. -r Designs Effectively Carried Out in English Prints. $ Apron and Frock When White Organdie Fichu Is Used the Ends Are Tucked Under the Band. Any number of pretty flowered voile frocks have real aprons of organdie, the strings of which form a sash. Some of these luive fichus as well as aprons. Such designs are most effective, ob serves a fashion writer, when carried out in the fresh, crisp-looking English prints of small design. The aprons are not at all like the panel skirts which have come to be known as apron skirts. They are real aprons, Just like a maid's apron, with big strings tying in the back. When a white organdie fichu is used the ends are tucked under the apron band. Sometimes, when the apron is not used, the fichu crosses at the waistline and continues to form a big sasli in the back. A shade of blue chambrny known as blue bonnet blue and which is some what darker than a French blue, makes very pretty morning dresses for the country. With some white linen and rickrack braid to be used as trim ming, very pretty designs may be eas ily worked out. A pleasing way of making such a frock is to cut It with a long waist portion hanging loose like a smock and attach to if a straight little skirt. A loose panel gathered with a heading may lie placed at either side, the panels, heading and all, edged with the rickrack 4)raid and the frock sashed with white linen. These blue chain lira dresses are very pretty made with frilled while organdie aprons. CASSOCK GOWN THAT APPEALS Above is a stunning cassock gown in orange linen over plaited skirt of cream pongee. The overdress is elab orately embroidered. Flowers for Decorations. Flowers trim costumes, head dresses and hats. At Least One Piece of This Charming Headgear Is Regarded Necessary by All Women. In pastel shades and colorings these organdie hats have reached their high est development. The violets and pinks and yellows are fascinating. Often they are trimmed with nothing at all. but are so constructed and shaped that their rolling brims and their softly folded crowns take care of the whole duty of a hat. Then there are some which are trimmed with big splashing bows of the same mateiial. Others are done with fluted bows to chime In with the frocks which the hats are designed to accompany. One of these organdie hats was made of white and was trimmed with a large and sweeping bow of wide black vel vet ribbon across the front. One could picture It worn with the whitest of white dresses made also of the crispy white organdie material'. An ither organdie hat had a band of pur le faille ribbon wound closely about £03tSK§3j23fc£ Presence of Organdie Hats rt- Organdie hats are just now diverse and beautiful. A few seasons ago they popped into the horizon as a pos sibility und were given more or less passing and amused attention, but now everybody is doing at least one crgandie hat. It is a hat to lead women astray and to lure from their pocketbooks much more money than they had planned to let slip away in that direction, for such hats are apt to be so becoming that, in spite of Ihe fact that they are perishable in the extreme, they are irresistible. J}/s. DAISIES USED AS TRIMMING s'.. •J The daisy trimmed straw chapeau— a hat finished at the edges with taffe ta daisies is one of the latest Parisian fashions. USE TOUCHES OF EMBROIDERY New Summer Frocks Are Handsomely Embellished With Charming and Modish Decoration. So many of the new summer frocks show touches of embroidery that I am going to tell you about them, and per haps you will find something you care about, writes a fashion correspondent. A sheer linen frock which will suit the slender girl has a deep collar, one would almost say a bertha, and the skirt draperies, both soft and graceful, curve in scallops of blue linen, often marked with small blue flowers, which are embroidered In wash silk. Be hind this demure frock flares a large bow. Sheer navy blue lincnc is another charming frock, which Is pierced throughout with dark blue eyelets, for eyelets are now constantly recurring in the mode. A wonderful evening gown which Is very striking and vivid is one of shot green and gold tissue. The delicate sheen of it is enhanced by big palm eaves of embroidery on bodice and skirt and underneath the frills of drapery and the side. The reverse sido of the fabric shows a gleam of solid green. It has a lace underskirt, which is of needle-run net. On this frock, too, the floral garniture plays an im portant part. The spoils of ancient Egypt havfl been garnered for the adornment of the twentieth century woman. An eve ning frock made of peacock velvet has a quaintly plaited skirt that lifts a trifle in front, with an inverted plait showing a lining of gold tissue shot with blue. It has a typically Egyptian girdle of gold tissue embroidered with I he characteristic peacock plumage col orings, gold, tawny bronze and vivid blues and greens find acceptance. A tulle drapery of pale smoky blue floats from the shoulders and veils the wear er's arms. FASHIONS IN BRIEF White gabardine is much liked. Dancing frocks are still short. There is much use of dyed lace. Coat, dresses are of black taffeta. Spanish combs of jade are chnrin ig- One of the popular fancies of tha season is the development of reversi ble capes. A new evening frock shows a straight transparent tunic trimmed with dee]) tucks and flower-caught bows. Many of the gowns are cut in em pire style and feature white net cov ered with beading in contrast with tiny crystals. the base of the draped crown of mauve. Another had a basket of fresh and modern posies embroidered on the front of a draped pink organdie crown. They are done in all manners—these transparent hats of summer—and each one is most charming. To Launder Worn Curtains. Darn all holes by placing tissue pa per underneath, then sew closely on sewing machine. Make a suds hot as can be borne on the hands. Fold the curtain flat, small enough to go through the wringer. Work carefully with the hands, press through wring er. If much soiled use another suds, rinse and starch without unfolding, using wringer for each. Spread sheets on a carpet and pin. Carefully un fold curtains, spread out perfectly true and even, then pull out each scallop the wet curtain will adhere to the sheet without pinning and when dry will hang as true as if stretched on a frame. Like Silk Ruches. Silk ruches as well as those of or gandie are used to trim the popular summer 'wrap of silk. There are fetching little taffeta capes that drape about the shoulders and end just lie low the waistline. These an topped by puffy ruchings of the silk. Practical House Dress. A practical house dress that Is easi ly laundered is cut In one piece with elbow-length kimono sleeves and is laced down the front.