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Julian Ormond, who sent the cable, is the secondâ€"inâ€"command. His mesâ€" sage, besides announcing the death of his leader, recommends that the quest be abandoned. ' Guthrie is astonished at the sugâ€" gestion of giving un the search, beâ€" cause the Professor‘s last letter held out great hopes of success. LYNNE ORMOND, halfâ€"sister of Julâ€" ian Ormond. Pretty; twentyâ€"five; redâ€" haired. Quietly brought up, and heirâ€" ess to substantial wealth. The Professor was in charge of an expedition which was digging in Perâ€" sia in quest of some ancient gold cups reputed to have been made for Alexanâ€" der the Great. Guthrie is deeply interâ€" ested in the quest, and has financed the expedition. Accordingly, Guthrie wires to Orâ€" mond calling him home for consultaâ€" tion. On meeting, the two quarrel. Guthrie dismisses Ormond, and decides to go out to Persia and take charge of the expedition himself. PROFESSOR SHALEY, a distinguishâ€" ed archaeologist. In charge of a small expedition financed by Philip Guthrie, the professor has been seeking in Iran (Persia) some ancient gold «cups reputed to be hidden there. Shaley dies without discovering the treasure. JULIAN ORMOND, Shaleys young assistant. Takes charge on Shaley‘s death until Guthriec orders him home and dismisses him. MRS. BLAKEMORE, Lynne‘s Aunt SOPHIE, by whom Lynne was brought up. Synopsis Philip Guthrie learns by cable from Julian Ormond of the death of Proâ€" fessor Shaley. Julian Ormond believes he knows where the treasure is. But he needs money. He knows that his halfâ€"sister, Lynne Ormond, has recently come into her share of their father‘s fortune. Julian sees Lynne, proposes that she goes out with him. Lynne, hungry for adventure, decides to go. Julian stirs her indignation by reciting a woeful story of how badly Guthrie has treated him. Hitherto, Lynne, though she knows Guthrie only by photograph and reputation, has admired him. You can start the story here and enâ€" joy the balance of this thriller almost as well as if you had read the chapâ€" ters already published. PFirst read the description of the principal characters and then te synopsis. PRINCIPAL CHARACTERS PHILIP GUTHRIE, rich, scholarly, unmarried. Is greatly interested in reâ€" lics of ancient civilization. HAFFI, Julian Ormond‘s Persian suâ€" pervisor. Lynne, Aunt Sophie and Julian Orâ€" mond set out ‘by car for Bagdad. At Cairo, where the ‘plane calls, they learn that Philip Guthrie started from Croyâ€" don shortly after they left, in a faster Lyune makes an appeal to Guthrie to reinstate Julian. He refuses, and they part on the worst of terms. MONDAY. ATGUST 1937 Buffalo, Cornwall, Detroit, Hamilton, London, Peterboro (via Toronto), Windsor and Intermediate Points Tickets to U.S. destinations sold subject to passengers meeting immiâ€" gration requirements of U.S.A. and Canada going and returning. Bargain excursion tickets not good on Pool Trains Nos. 6 and 15, beâ€" tween Toronto and points East thereof. Bargain excursin tickets to Peterboro good only on C.N.K. exclusive trains between Toronto and Peterboro. Bargain tickets not good on "The Northland" Trains 49 and 50. Leave destinations up to and including Monday, August 16th, except as follows: From Windsor up to 1.00 a.m. Tuesday, August 17th. From Port Arthur» Jellicoe, Geraldton, fl\rdmore. Nakina, Tashota and Longlac up to Wedne~aay, August 18th. Children 5 years of age and under 12. when accompanied by Guardianâ€"Half Fare. Tickets Good in Coaches Only No Baggage For Fares, Departure Time and Purther Information Apply to Local Agent. FRIDAY, AUGUST 13, 1937 Temiskaming and Northern Ontario Railway The Nipissing Central Railway Company Cent a Mile Bargain Coach Excursion T. N. 0. and N.C.R. Stations via North Bay and C. N. Railways RETURNING From To Julian‘s party prpares to abandon the camp hastily. Julian tells Lynne to ride towards Guthrie and delay him by any means she likes. Lynne rides off, enâ€" counters Guthrie, and pretends to be lost. They barely greeted one another. The old Persian bowed and smiled and murâ€" mured, refusing the money which Guthrie offered in payment for their night‘s rest, and without further ado they rode out of the little tract of greenery and blossom on to the arid slopes of dust and stone. Guthrie led the way; and Lynne was so preqccupied with ckher thoughts that she was startled when he turned and saidt "Were do you want to go?" She hesitated. "Back toâ€"back to the wadhi where I met you." Now, continue with the story, You will enjoy it right to the end. CHAPTER XI SILENT RIDE In the sunrise Guthrie was waiting on his camel when Lynne came through the glimmering morning freshness of the garden. He was smoking a cigarâ€" ette and his face looked hard and set in the cold early light. machine, and may already have reach ed Bagdad. The Ormonds have a relative at Tehâ€" ran, Cousin Sylvia, wife of a Consuâ€" lar officer, with whom Aunt Sophie is to stay. Julian pushes on to the desâ€" ert, but Aunt Sophie and Lynne go to Sylvia Trent‘s house in Tehran. Here they learn that Sylvia Trent‘s husband has found Philip Guthrie stayâ€" ing in Tehran, and is bringing him home to dinner. Aunt Sophie goes, tc bed and Lynne has dinner in her rcom. Next day Lynne joins . Julian Orâ€" mond on the site of Shaley‘s last camp. Here, peering through field glasses, she sees Guthrie riding towards the camp. He made no reply, and they soon picked up the tracks they had made coming down over the hill on the evenâ€" ing before. 1 o They followed these over the hill, and when they came on to the height, a fresh breeze blew. The wide, rolling desert, glittering here and there with tracts of salt, lay all around them; the sky was cloudlessly blue and vast overâ€" head. Guthrie felt his spirits freshening up here, and looked at Lynne with a less gloomy eye. But Lynnée was set and tense inside and nothing altered the frigidity of her expression. Her shame for her behaviour made her determined to hate him. | 3 They rode in silence. They passed the country where they had been caught in the sand storm. They went on without speaking three words in as many hours. Just before noon they descended at last into the rough, parched bed of the water course, and followed it along as far as the very spot where Guthrie had met Lynne. He had been speculating for the last No Baggage Checked Lynne made no reply, but urged her camel forward to meet Julian, as he rode towards them. "Hello, Lynne!" "Helloe, Julian!" They glanced at Guthrie, looked at one another, and both smiled. It was more galling to Guthrie than the whole procedure of Lynne‘s tricking him. hour on her possible motive for hayâ€" ing led him on a wild goose chase; and so he noted and grasped the sigâ€" nificance of Lynne‘s imanner as they went on down the wadhi. Her color was a little heightened, she shifted her grip on the camel‘s rein, he caught the gleam of her glance thrown at him nervously. A So, when they came round the next bend in the wadhi, and found the diâ€" vision of the waterâ€"course before them Guthrie was not surprised to see the of scattered stones and halfâ€" buried masonry between the hills. His heart leaped at the sight, and he stifled an exclamationâ€"but he was not surâ€" prised. “Sd that was the idea, was it?" he said. So that was why she had led him away! Coming up the slope to meet them were two men on camels leading a thirdâ€"Guthrie recognized the yellow beard of the foremost rider, Julilan Orâ€" mond! And down below were more camels and more men and figure in khakiâ€" Cartwright. Cartwright come over from the camp Aat Diala. This then must be Praemmon. But they had done no good, for all their efforts to mislead him, for Cartwright was already there. He shot a glance at Lynne, who met his eye defiantly. He kept an expressionless face, howâ€" ever, and would not allow his exasperâ€" ation to be seen. Iznoring them both he urged his came]l on, with his heart beating high at the prospect of examâ€" ining the ruins below. "Good work, Lynne!" said Julian, as soon as Guthrie was out of earshot. "How did you keep him away for so long?" "Oh, I just led him awayâ€"it was easy,‘"‘ said Lynne, feeling unwilling to discuss the matter. ‘What has hapâ€" pened? Who are the others down there?" "Cartwright â€" Guthrie‘s assistant â€" arrived here half an hour ago. But we got those seals effaced yesterday. By Jove, you did it thoroughly! Where did you go last night?" Lynne told him what had happened, about the dust storm, and their stay in Yezd; though she did not feel that it was necessary to mention the unâ€" toward scene in the garden on the preâ€" vious night. “Goodeork. Lynne!" was all Julian said. As the camels pitked their slow way along the water course the quicker sounds of horses hoofs ringing on the stenes drew their attention; they lookâ€" ed around to a horseman fly round the curve of the wadhi right behind them at a perilous pace. C e n P "What do you mean?" said Julian, his smile was mocking and defiant as the other faced him accusingly. "Â¥ou ought to be shot!" said Guthrie, in tones of ringing contempt. "You‘ve destroyed a most valuable archaeoloâ€" gical find in order to suit some rotten private game of your own! It‘s sheer conscienceless vandalism!" "What have I destroyed?" scoffed Julian. "My good man, you‘re raving!" "I don‘t know what the deuce you‘re up to," Guthrie said bitterly; "but I know that you‘re a pretty poor speciâ€" Lynne‘s heart jumped in her breast as she saw that it was Guthrie; he had exchanged his camel for one of the horses Cartwright had brought over from the camp, and as he came abreast of them Lynne saw that his face was livid and his eyes were black with fury. He reined in his horse, which shied and curvetted nervously away from the camels. "What the devil does this mean mond?" he cried. "What have you doing down there?" up to know men!‘ He pulled his horse round and withâ€" out so much as glance at Lynné, turned and rode back by the way he had come. "I thought he‘d take it like that!" said Julian, with a forced laugh, his face fiushed and eyes uneasy. Lynne was more than a little shaken by the scene which had just passed. "He‘s furious!" she said, in a troubled voice. uHe hfi "He thinks he‘s been worsted," said Julian, "and he doesn‘t like it.," It was as good an explanation as any other. All Lynne‘s misgivings when she had seen Julian destroying the seals crowded back into her mind, and were dismissed. § ean, Orâ€" you been CHAPTER XII LYXNXNE FEELS AsHAMED It was nightfall when they arrived at Kelâ€"elâ€"abir. Fires burned outside the huts of the Kyats, and the smoke rose up into the flawless sky. The brown, ragged people came out to meet them, the dogs ran barking, and the children skipped about. The firelight glowed on wild, brown faces and glittering eyes. Lynne was almost too tired to speak when they arrived, but after a rest and a meal of curried beans, she spoke to Julian about her adventures of the night before. "I realy felt rather dreadful, leading Guthrie away," she said. "He wasn‘t so bad, you know. He tried to look after me. I felt rather ashamed." Julian remarked: "The biggest cad is often particularly amiable where woâ€" men are conserned, you know, Lynne." Lynne flushed. ‘‘Yes; I â€"suppose so. But still I couldn‘t help feeling rather ashamed." ‘"Yes; I suppose so. But still I couldn‘t help feeling rather ashamed." "I wouldn‘t waste my feelings if I were you. You see you haven‘t had much experience of men of Guthrie‘s type, Lynne. Beaumont Magna isn‘t the sort of place in which one meets them. I‘m not saying that Guthrie‘s not quite a decent chap so for as women are concernedâ€"I know nothing about him as a matter of fact. But still, he‘s probâ€" ably pretty adept at looking all the things that he doesn‘t really feel. I fantcy he imagines that perhaps you‘re rather easy to deal with, being a someâ€" what unsophisticated type. The easiest way of drawing a person‘s sting, you know, is to appear to admire them." Lynne flushed, deeply mortified in spite of herself. Very likely what Julian said was trueâ€"though it had never cccurred to her. But she still felt deeply mortified; any feeling of shame about the part she had played towards Guthrie in tricking him had wholly vanished now. She was the old, ruthless Lynne, who had first determined to win the Cups of Alexander from a man whom she disliked and despised. "Now what are we going to do?" she said. "If we don‘t do something to make him shift away from that well, we‘ll have to wait until he has dug up every inch of ground round Diala, and turned over every single stone; then he‘ll be fed up with not finding the Cups and go home to Engind and leave us a free hand." "I‘ve thought out our next step," said Julian. "We‘re going to try what may seem rather a ridiculous trickâ€" but it‘s one that will probably work. The place that Guthrie thinks is Diala â€"but which we know is really Praemâ€" nonâ€"has the reputation of being haunted, among the tribes out here. The men at Shaley‘s camp were always very jumpy at night, and one or itwo deserted while I was there, Heard some peculiar sounds at night. These people believe in spirits, ghosts, demons, and all the other horrors of the nether world. That belief of theirs is going 4O be the basis of our next move." "Yes?" said Lynne, eagerly. "We‘re going to lie low round that camp of theirs at night. Wail and moan so that they‘ll think they‘re surroundâ€" ed by ghosts and devils. Take my word for it, Lynne, they‘ll be in such a crawling funk by thegend of a week that Guthrie will have to shift the camp somewhere else to stop them deserting. "Yesâ€"as you say, he might," she managed to say. Lynne was amused and intrigued. Her cnly doubt was: "If the men refuse to stay, Guthrie will have to leave. He‘ll have no choice. They‘re impossible to manage when they‘re in a funk; and it ought to be the simplest thing in the world to put them into one. We can try it; if it doesn‘t work we‘ll do something more drastic!"‘ "What?" "Arrange with some of the Hlyats to raid the camp and break it up; with a "I can‘t imagine Guthrie giving way to any fears ‘of that kind!" little money and encouragement they‘d be on‘y too pleased to have some fun down at the camp one night!" Lyune looked doubtul. She realized that something of the sort might have to be done. But the harmless diversion of lurking round the camp and moanâ€" ing like a disembodied spirit was very much to her taste, and would probably be just as effective. "Let‘s enlist the powers of darkness first!" she said. "They‘re less likely to do any damage than the Nyats!" PREPARATION Next morning in the sparkling sunâ€" rise, Julian and Lynne, accompanied by Haffi, set off once more into the desert. They made a long detour south, and coming up on to the ridge of hills behind Guthrie‘s camp, looked over at the longâ€"sought objectiveâ€"Praemnon. There was the camp Shaley had made, actually among the ruins; and Guthrie was drawing his water supply from the very well in which Shaley believed the Cups of Alexander to have been hidden so many centuries ago. hidden so many centuries ago. Leaving Haffi with the camels, Julian and Lynne climbed to the summit of the ridge and looked down. They lay on their faces so as not to be seen on the skyline. Lynne looked down over the barren, stony < slope of the wide valley and shivered a little, even in the bright sunlight for ‘the desolate land was very dreary. "The wind here makes the weirdest noises," Julian told her. "I think that that is what makes them think that the place is haunted." "There was a battle here and the deâ€" feated army left its bones,‘ Julian said. "I‘ve often found human bones about hereâ€"centuries old, I suppose." Lynne shivered again and said: "I don‘t know that I‘m not going to be as scared as the natives in the camp will be when I hear myself making weird noises about here at night!" They <rode perhaps not more than two miles from Guthrie‘s camp ,and in an cutcrop of craggy rocks on a hillâ€" side, well concealed from the view of anyone passing over the surrounding country, they made camp. Here they remained until nightfall, and then, leaving Haffi with the camâ€" els, Julian and Lynne set off on foot over the dark country. In half an hour they came to the ridge and looked down on the lights . of Guthrie‘s camp half a mile away. There was no sound but the whispering of the sand as the night wind stirred its surface. The stars winked magnificently overhead. Julian had with him two long black garments which he had bought from the Ilyats at Kelâ€"elâ€"abir; and these he and Lynne put on. Lynne was too tense with excitement, even to smile at what seemed rather like preparing for a fancy aress party. In a moment or two they were moving cautiously down the slope towards tne camp. The stillness of the dark desolation, and the nature of their mission sugâ€" gested an eeriness which made Lynne‘s spine creep. About fifty yards from the camp the slope of the hill dropped abruptly; and lying at the foot of the low cliff covered with bush was the camp. It consisted of two large and two small bell tents. There was a fire lighted in the open space between them; and the figures of the five native servants sat and reclined round this. There was a light shining in one of the large tents, in which no doubt, the Englishmen were sitting; the other tents were in darkness. She wanted to laugh but at the same time she thrilled with dismay at the idea of being caught at this game by Guthrie. on her right. She watched the camp while her heart pounded away in her breast. Lynne lay down among the bushes on the top of the cliff and waited while Julian moved along it to take up his position some distance. away ‘ Death of Descendant .. of Famous Hudsons (From Sudbury Star) A living link with the third geneâ€" ation of James Hudson, one of the sons of the founders of the Hudson Bay Company, was lost with the death of Mrs. Eli Tessier, one of Sudbury‘s oldâ€" citizens, last Friday night. The ocâ€" togenarian resident died at the home of Frank Varieur, 372 McNaughton Terâ€" race, where she resided. Mrs. Tessier was in her 89th vear. The funeral service was held from Ducharme‘s Funeral Home to St. Ann‘s Roman Catholic Church at 9 o‘zslock Monday morning. Rev. Father S. Lemay officiated and Mrs. Tessier was buried in the Sudbury Roman Catholic cemeâ€" tery beside her late husband, who preâ€" deceased her some 21 years ago. The pallhearers were: four sons, Joseph, Eli, Demase and Adelard, and two grandâ€" children, Frank and Andrew Tessier. Born on Calumette Island, Que., on January 30, 1849, the deceased moved to Pembroke in her early youth, She came to Sudbury about 40 years ago. Mrs. Tessier was a daughter of the late Mr. and Mrs. Francis Clouthier, and she was married to the late Eli Tessier at La Pas, Que., in 1868. Surviving are four sons, Joseph, of Pembroke, Eli, of Sudbury, Demase, of Sudbury Junction, and Adelard, on the Sudburyâ€"Garson Mine Road; and two daughters, Mrs. David McPhail, of Saskatoon, Sask., and Mrs. Joseph D‘Amour, of Sault. Ste.»â€" Marie, Ont. Fiftyâ€"two grandchildren and 60 great grandchildren also survive. Mrs. Eli Tessier‘s Passing at Sudbury Breaks Link with Hudson Bay â€" Co. Founders. James Hudson, a Scot, settled in the James Bay territory over a century: and a half ago. The famous explorerâ€" hunter died five days after his wife, the former Caroline Goodwin. No records of the early life on James Bay were left on the death of Hudson and his wife, but their children grew up in the country around James Bay, later branching out to take up their resiâ€" dences in various sections of the eastâ€" ern provinces. The late Mrs. Tessier is a direct descendant of the famous exâ€" plorer, her mother, the late Mrs. Clouthier, being a daughter of James Hudson and Caroline Goodwin. Her maiden name was Elizabeth Hudson. James Hudson‘s father was one of the founders of the Hudson Bay Company. Mrs. Tessier, through this relationship, was a granddaughter ot the famous exâ€" plorerâ€"hunter, When the famous. explorerâ€"hunter died he left a unique will. It was penâ€" ned in crude fashion on a 12â€"inch square of buckskin. Alex Villemaire, of Renfrew, a great grandson, had posâ€" session of the document forâ€"someâ€"time, but the buckskin will was lost in fire some years ago. The great Hudson estate, amounting to millions of dollars, is in cuancery court in England, awaiting proof of relationship before it can be disposed of. In addition to the late Mrs. Tessier, Ray Villemere, of Copper Cliff, and his brother, Alex, of Sudbury, there are in Sault Ste. Marie, six relatives who claim to be descendants. They have fyled their claims for a share of the vast fortune. Sometime before her death, Mrs. Tesâ€" sier had often remarked on different occasions "that she could find the grave of James Hudson if she were to go to Renfrew. She had visited it with her mother several times." She often said that "if she could secure the share of the estate which was rightfully hers she would be on easy street." The estate is said to be worth about 150 million dollars. Less than six months ago, Mrs. Tesâ€" sier, 88 years of age at the time, enâ€" joyed her first airplane ride. On March 15 this year she â€"had a 20â€"minuteé over Sucdbury and the surrounding rict. After the trip into the cloud told interviewers, "it was great." reference made in these column "Whispering Bill" Smith, one of early prospectorâ€"residents of the a Cld timers here will recall with h memocries the man himself. Accorc ly all should be specially intereste the following from last week‘s Nort Miner "Grab Samples" column:â€" Bill took Bill, Jr. to camp for the summer and Bill, Jr. brought his dog. Visitors to theâ€" camp were prone to reâ€" mark that this dog dooked the dead spit of a skunk. The dog, no doubt in an effort to add to the likeness, got involved with a real skunk one day and the results were just too bad. The battle did not last long but the onsequences lingered. Readers of The Advan reference made in these "Whispering Bill" Smith has been camped in Ossian township in the Larâ€" der Lake country all summer, working on a copper prospect. He suspects it is another Noranda and, he says, as the planes fly over every day from Kirkâ€" land Lake to Noranda, he feels he must be on the line of strike. Veracious Stories of "Whispering Bill" Smith One of the crew suggested "Flit" and this was tried with dire results, as it nearly killed the pup. Then they added fly dope which only increased the dog‘s broadcasting power. Finally, in disgust. the men chased the pup out of camp and made him stay out. The effect on "Skunky‘ was pitiable. Not only had he to suffer the physical inconveniences incidental to his state but he was obâ€" liged to accept ostracism and the menâ€" tal strain was too much. He went down to the lake, either to commit suicide or to make an attempt to deâ€"perfume himself and threw himself into the water. Emerging, he shivered and shook until the boys took pity on him and accepted him back into the ‘camp, on a reserved basis. Incidentally, Bill, who is noted for his veracity, relates that he met moose in the bush that was shod on all four feet and Bill wonders why. Huntingdon â€" Gleaner:â€"In Denver, Paul B. Helsel was in court charged with bigamy. He had a wife in Oregon, it was charged, at the time of a later marriage in Colorado. Both women were present to testify in the case. The judge ruled the Oregon wife had the stronger claim to Helsel. At the end of the trial, the two wives held a short conference, left the courthouse arm in arm without even a glance at the object of their affertions. It was reported they decided neither of them wants him now. insures unjformitg- They never vary .R ew PAGE THREE camp happy rdingâ€" d. in hern