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"What‘s that?" sked â€" Professor Ellington, sharply. "That‘s the stream which .runs down *here," replied ‘"Normally it‘s merely a trickle but the storm â€" has swollen it. That‘s the danger you see. My digging has already loosened the grip of the earth on the two big rocks. They might collapse and seal up the cave. If the stream soaks through, everything of . value will be washed Frank fted his torch. He exclaimed in surprise, for the rough, rocky walls were bedaubed with red ochre drawâ€" ings of men and deer, something that looked like a giraffe, and other aniâ€" mals. The drawings were like the scrawlings of a child, but the figures were clearly recognizable. Some of the men carried bows and arrows. "Your caveâ€"men were artists!" "No. I scraped the walls and unâ€" covered these. But Professor Ellington will tell you that they are much later workâ€"bushmen‘s paintings. My primiâ€" tive men were a few hundred thousand years before that stage in human development." The rocks were buried deeply in the hillside, and, like two cupped hands, they formed a little hollowâ€"the cave. In the centre of the floor a pit had been dugâ€"and Rupert exclaimed in dismay. "The water has begun to seep through!" The pit was about a foot deep in water. "We‘d Better Get Back" Frank, gazing at the narrow opening, had a sudden vision of a bowed, hairâ€" covered beast snarling there, half man, half ape, with thick cluh â€" upraised. Involuntarily he lifted the torch higher. There was nothing there. The rushing of water came to their aWAay They scrambled up the hill, and a moment later were squeezing one by one through the narrow opening. Professor Ellington gazed â€" uneasily into the pit. "What are we going to do?" he asked. Rupert frowned.. "The storm has passed. Let‘s hope it doesn‘t begin again. Eventually the water will go down. But there is still danger. There is only one thing we can doâ€"bail this water out somehow, and then lay some sort of covering down to keep more water from seeping in." They set to work, It was a long,back-i breaking job, for they had not had the! cpportunity to bring proper implements with them. Finally, however, the pit was clear of water. The rock was| covered by a thin layer of mud. Therei was a long crack in the stone, and | through this the water was seeping. | They filled the crack with rubble, and laid a covering of bushes and pieces 0 l $ Rupert had gone to the back of the cave, and he came back with some Obâ€" jects wrapped in sacking. He carried them very delicately. "Flints and bones," he explained. He smiled at Prank‘s astonished look. "It doesn‘t sound much, Carter, but to the scientific world they may prove more precious than radium! With these we may be able to reâ€"construct a whole lost age of the world‘s preâ€"history. "I don‘t want to leave them here," he continued, "in case the worst comes to the worts and the place collapses. We‘ll put them in the knapsacks," He cheerâ€" fully abandoned the flask of brandy and the sandwiches which he had put into his knapsack and placed the wrapâ€" ped abjects in their stead. "I‘ll share you fellows‘ grub. But I don‘t think we‘ll need it. We‘ve done all we can here toâ€"night. T think we‘d better get back to the hostel. The girls will be worried." "Better have some of this before we go." rumbled the professor, waving his brandy flask. "I rather imagine we‘ve earned it." They each drank a little of the spirit and then left the cave. It was as dark as ever, and there was a threat of further rain in the air. Lightning quivered faintly on the horiâ€" zon. Cry in the Night He led the way back to the path and they began the descent. ‘They had got about halfâ€"way down when Rupert halted. ‘More snakes?" asked Prank, with a grimace. "No, Listen." They stood still and strained their 'fhey had got about halfâ€"way down| "You go along that way. 1ll continue when Rupert halted. ‘More snakes?" asked Frank, with a| They watched him scramble up the grimace. rough, boulderâ€"strewn hillside. "No, Listen." !_ _ "What on earth impelled her to come They stood still and strained their|after us?" Frank asked. ears. t "I can understand how she felt," "Do you hear it?" asked Rupert | replied Dorothy. "I felt the same myâ€" sharnrply. self, and I imagine Christine did, too. ‘They shook their heads. Perhaps Ficrence had less faith in "My ears are keener than yours, beâ€" lRupert‘s ability to look after himself cause I‘ve spent mor» time in the hills," | thanâ€"â€"I have in you." Folicwing Ruâ€" said Rupert slowly. "Of course I may directions, they scrambled along have been mistaken, but I thought I| the shoulder of the hill. heard a cry." Rupert Feathersone climbed doggedâ€" Carter thought of the black cave ‘ly. Every now and then his lips framed which they had just vacated, and reâ€" | the soundless word: called his fanciful vision of the figure‘ *"*Florence!" "Do you hear it?"* asked sharnply. ‘ ‘They shook their heads. "My ears are keener than yours, beâ€" ‘ cause I‘ve spent mor» time in the hills," | said Rupert slowly. "Of course I may' have been mistsken but T thought I‘ heard a crvy." MONDAY. JUNE 1"TH . 1940 "I think we‘d better hurry," said Ruâ€" ept . Published by Special Arrangement ’8‘ 8 H _ They were about to resume the downâ€" ward journey when Professor Ellington held up a hand. "Wait! I heard it." They stood still again. This time they all heard itâ€"a faint cry which seemed to fioat up from beneath them. Had the primitive folk come out of the past to revenge the desecration of their bones? Me shook his head impatiently. One must not give way to foolish fancies. Rupert had spent months here alone, by day and night., He had been unâ€" harmed. | A figure was struggling upwards toâ€" wards himâ€"and a moment later she was in his arms. "Dcrothy!‘" She lifted her face to his. Her breath was coming in great gulps. "Frank! Have you seen her? Did she meet you?" "Who?" he asked sharply. "Florence! I saw her leave the hostel. She had got a coat and a hat and a stick from somewhere, and she was going after you. I saw her cross the bridge and take the path up the mounâ€" tain. ‘ of the manâ€"beast crouching there, with| If anything had happened to her, it club upraised, as assuredly the ancestors | wCuld be his fault. He had asked her of men had crouched in that very spot | to come on this trip. Tf it had not been thousands of years ago. for his insistence on going to the cave The night pressed down on them like| at once, in the storm, she would never a stifling blanket. The black bulk of the | have been tempted to follow them. mountain seemed to be silently watchâ€"| His keenness to collect a few ancient ing and encompassing them, bones, to add a few chapters to a mere Had the primitive folk come out of | theory, had perhaps cost a girl her the nast tm revence the desecration «~f | life. "Well, let‘s get on," said Rupert. He shrugged his shoulders. "It must have been my imaginaticn, after all." He gripped his torch and his stick and bounded past Rupert. ‘"Come on!" They tore recklessly down the path. Frank rounded a sharp bend and halted abruptly. "I followed her. I kept calling, but she didn‘t answer. I kept climbing and climbing, but there was no sign of her. Then I began to get scared. I was too afraid to turn back, so I carried on, hcping I would meet you. ‘"‘That was a woman‘s voice!" Carter‘s face was tense Frank shook his head. He was thinkâ€" ing of the treacherous turns and tiwists in the pathâ€"and of the snake which they had encountered. "Look here, Rupert!" Professor Elâ€" lington‘s vcire was rough. "Is there any other path up this mountain?" "But didn‘t you see her? Didn‘t she find vou?" Rupert spoke stonily. He had not moved since Dorothy had run into them.: Frank noticed in the light of the torches that the knuckles of the hand which gripped the stick were white. "Then," said Professor Ellington slowly, "if she came straight up, she should have met us. Unlessâ€"â€"â€"â€"." He left the sentence unfinished, "We must organize a search party. Rupert spoke with his usuat cold effi ciencyâ€"but the curt note in his voic deceived no one. In Search of Florence "There is no time to lose. As I told you, the path ends and then continues again, branching away to the left. She may have taken that direction while we were in the cave. "Carter and I will return and search for her there. But we must have more men! Professor, and you, Dorothy, please go down as quickly as you can and rouse the hostel. They‘re trained in this sort of work and will know what to do." "FPather, I want to stay with Prank and Rupert," said Dorothy. Ellington hesitated. "Very well. The path is easy to folâ€" low from here. T‘ll go down and get help at the hostel You people start the search. Good luck!" He turned and plunged down the pathkh without another word. "We have no time to lose," repeated Rupert. "We‘ll go up to the end of the path. Then it will be best if we separâ€" ate. You two cut along to the left. T‘ll go higher up to where the path reâ€" sumes. She may possibly have found her way there. We can keep in touch by shouting." He led the way upwards. When they came to the end of the path, after some hard, breathless climbing, he pointed pointed ontinue Rupert found himself blaspheming. Curse science! . Curse these theories! Curse everything connected with soâ€" called research that bemused a man‘s brain and blinded him to realities until perhaps too late, What did fame and knowledge matâ€" ter if the price were to be the loss of the most precious being in the world? He skirted a boulder and regained the path, where it recommenced. He stopâ€" ped to peer, holding the torch high. Ah, yes! Here was the place which in an idle moment he had reconnoitred some months ago. The path went up steeply, so that one had to use both hands and feet to cilmb, and then turnâ€" ed sharply to the left, along the shoulâ€" der of the hill. He could not remember where it went after that, but that did not matter. Surely, if she had got so high as this, she would realize in time that she had lost them, and retrace her footsteps! Otherwise she might wander off the path altogether and be hopelessly lost. The hostel was in a dip of the ground and hidden by trees. The Drakensberg was vast and sparsely inhabited. There were certainly no whites within fifty miles, apart from the hostel. There might be a few native kraals, but thiat was all. Florence might wander very far indeed before she encountered scmeone to guide her back. Rupert scrambled on. now and then he stopped to wave the torch and shout. Occasionally a reply came back, and he strained his ears, his heart was pounding. But it was only Frank and Dorothy, answering as they had agreed. They had not found her, or they would shout the message. If anything nad happened to her, it be his fault. He had asked her to come on this trip. Tf it had not been for his insistence on going to the cave ret Rupert Turns Caveâ€"Man Hark! What was that? He had shoutâ€" ed again, almost mechanically, and he had been answered by a faint cryâ€"and it came, not from below, but from akbove! He shouted as loudly as he could. "FTlorencse!" The cry came again, stronger this The path turned upwards again, and the shouts of his companions grew fainter. He was leaving them far below â€"and till there was no sign of Moâ€" He started to run, careless rocks that barked his shins. She was seated on a boulder beside the path, and in the light of the torch she was very pale. He was down on his knees beside her in an instant. "It‘s my ankle," she said. "I twisted ‘‘"‘Trouble!" he stared at her. ‘"You give me trouble!" He laughed rather wildly, while sghe stared at him:; and then suddenly he was pcuring out incoherent words . . Rupert Featherstone had ceased to be a scientifice machine, Presently, disregarding her protests that she could manage to hobble if he gave her his arm, he picked her up bodily and strode back down the path. Florence laughed. ‘"‘Thank heaven! vently. thinkin bite. ul d TE * 4 trouwble "Nothing, darling â€" but I was just thinking that we must look rather like a couple of the primitive folk ourselves! The cavemen carrying off his woman!" "Not at all a bad idea." agreed Ruâ€" pert. ‘"For I find that I have a great deal I want to tell you .. ." Furtiher along the hill F‘rank and Dorothy peered into the darkness. Dorothy pointed dowrmwards. Lights werr flickering and moving in the valâ€" ley. "Some of their customs," said Rupert pipreciatively "were rather sound . . ." "Where are the others?" asked Ploâ€" "Father has roused the hostel,. The search party is coming up. I think we‘d better turn back and meet Ruper; He may have found her." lgre agaln aIter nail n nour o li ve had had no luck." "Then they should be back soon. I hink vou‘d better put me down, and FPlorence "What is "Nothing ifi Ssorry, _ afraid T‘ve rt started. He had almost forâ€" the others. mk and Dorothy went along that He pointed. "We were to meet vain after half an hour or so, if OU it remarkâ€"but he snakes and th said Florence faintly. e given you lot of itn‘t to have followed Copyright But he had been ind their deadly id Rupert ferâ€" )rotests% Their arrival in Capetown was markâ€" e if he ed by three happy omens: a long mesâ€" her up sage of congratulations from Frank‘s e path. |chief on his success in the Grand Prix, | tributes for Professor Ellington and his iasistam from nearly every scientific as jmt‘mstitution in the world, and the first likeinewspapers by air from the Rand conâ€" rselves! |taining glowing accounts of Knox oman!" Oliver‘s show, with particular mention Rupert!cf that talented young artiste, Beryl id . . .", Dall, better known to her friends as «dA FPloâ€" Florence Shaw. of the |_ _ The following day broke bright and | clear. The sky was once more blue, *a'nd there was little trace of the storm of. the. previcous night. Only theâ€"swollen strea,ms rushing down the mountainâ€" ‘side told their tale. IRupert and the professor, with a handâ€" lful of native helpers, ascended the mountain again. They returned to reâ€" that the hasty measures taken sovernlo'ht had proved successful. The cave, and Rupert‘s discovery, were safe. A few days later Professor Ellington |stood before a Iloeng wooden table on which were arranged, carefully ticketed \and classified, the uninteresting lookâ€" ‘ing but highly significant bones and flints which had been dug up in the ‘cave. The professor beamed and rubâ€" ‘‘bed his hands. n mm se e n ns en on BEXNEFITTS OF THE DIABETIC AsSsOCIATION It was a common sight less than twonty years ago to watch an overâ€" weight friend or acquaintance begin to lose weight and with it loss of health and strength. The cause was diabetes. In a few months, in a very few years at least, he passed away because there was no known treatment for diabetes that would postpone death longer than this. Since the discovery of insulin, diabetics are now kept alive and most of them are able to carry on gainful cecupations. "She must be very much in love with him," said Dcrothy. "It was a foolish thing to doâ€"lbut very brave." Frank nodded gravely. "Did you see Rupert‘s face? I rather hope he‘s the one,to find her. I think your engageâ€" ment to him is now definitely broken off by mutual consent, Dorothy!" They rounded a huge boulder; and he gripped her arm and drew her back. "All‘s well!" On the other side of the rock were Florence and Rupert. And their attiâ€" tudes left no doubt that Professor Ellington‘s party had finally sorted itâ€" self out into three couples. The four of them, Frank and Rupert carrying a protesting Florence between them, descended the mountainside at a much slower pace than they had asâ€" cended it. Presently they encountered the main search party, and Florence briefly recounted her _ adventures. Christine had insisted on joining in the search as soon as the professor told her what had happened. They began to re steps, ‘"But why in heaven‘s name did you do it?" demanded Professor Ellington, rather obtuselyv. Skull Aids Romance His wifeâ€"toâ€"be laid a gently restrainâ€" ing hand on his arm. Professor Ellingâ€" ton glanced from Florence to the face ¢f his assistant, and was abruptly silent. Back in the safe shelter of the hostel, Florence‘s ankle was examined. It was discovered that she was suffering from. no more than a strained tendon, painâ€" ful, but quick to mend once hot water and bandages had been applied. "By jove! This ought to make this fellow Jackson sit up!" He brooded. "I think T‘ll send the fellow a cable. Let me see, Ah, how about this? "DAWN MEN â€"DISCOVERIES DRAKENSBERG PROVE CONâ€" CLUSIVELY YOUR THEORIES HASTY COMMA ILLâ€"CONSIDERâ€" ED COMMA BIGOTED STOP MUD IN YOUR EYE STOP ELâ€" L!INGTON." "I imagine that should meet the case," he said complacently. The specimens were carefully packed. The party turned their backs on the lovely, fantastic peaks of the Drakensâ€" berg and returned to Durban. From there Rupert and Florence went to Johannesberg, for Florence was deterâ€" mined to appear with Mr. Knox Oliver‘s company, as she had promised. When the show was over she had promised Rupert that she would quit the stage. ‘"Looking after you," she declared, "will be quite enough work for one person." The professor and Christine, and Frank and Dorothy, were travelling back to England together. Three weeks later they stood on the deck of a liner and gazed down on the busy scenes at Southamipton. Dorothy, as she stood by the rail, with her hand in his, had that same feeling, as on the last occasion that she had looked down on the same scene, of a great advetnure ahead. Frank and Dorothy had decided to wait until their return to England for their marriage. But in this future she knew, as she glanced happlly up at him, that there weuld be no misunderstandings. The characters in this story are enâ€" tirely imaginary. No reference is intended to any living persOn or to any public or private company. ;lflvfi“I;r;es W . Barton, M .D gravely. "Did you see I rather hope he‘s the I think your engageâ€" _ now definitely broken ended: but it had of Pours â€" That Bodp | *‘The association also attempts to |overcome the natural feeling of desâ€" |pair among patients at the discovery of their affliction. The effect of beâ€" longing to a well organized diabetic family or assoviation facing a common difficulty is an important benefit, and practical instructions, hints, and assoâ€" clation news are ecnveyed to all memâ€" ‘bers by the Diabetic Journal The asâ€" sociation provides information about the location of ‘diabetic clinics and boardling houses were diabetic patients receive special consideration, about holiday camps for diabetig â€"children, In Great Britain a few years ago, what is known as the Diabetic Associaâ€" tion was formed with the objet of helping cne another and helping spread the knowledge of how to live safely and well with diabetes to those who were losing all hope. Just as the object of a service club or labor union is to get and give help, so with the Diabetic Asscociation. In addition to diabetics, physicians, dietetic and food research workers and nurses are allowed to join the asscciation. One of the chief objects of the assoâ€" clation is to educate the public, parâ€" ticularly employers, to learn that a diabetic who knows how to take care of himself and does it, is just as efficient, mentally and physically, as those who are not diabetics. Despite the knowledge that a proper, diet and the use of insulin will prevent| death, many diabetics get careless; about their diet and regular use of inâ€"‘ sulin and some get beyond help. It would be well for diabetics to form their own local asscciation and then link up with parent â€" association in Great Britain for an exchange of all that is being learned about diabetes and its treatment. about where insulin can be readily obâ€" tained and about district nurses who visit diabetics who are infirm." Health BRooklets There are ten Barton booklets availâ€" able to readers who send ten cents for FPACH one desired to The Bell Library, Post Office Box 75, Station O, New York, N.Y., mentioning this newspaper. 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