the more open pathway between the beach and camp.

4

A NEW FACE

As Professor Maxon and von Horn rushed from the

workshop to their own campong, they neglected, in their

haste, to lock the door between, and for the first time

since the camp was completed it stood unlatched and ajar.

The professor had been engaged in taking careful

measurements of the head of his latest experiment, the

while he coached the young man in the first rudiments

of spoken language, and now the subject of his labors

found himself suddenly deserted and alone. He had not

yet been without the four walls of the workshop, as the

professor had wished to keep him from association with

the grotesque results of his earlier experiments, and

now a natural curiosity tempted him to approach the

door through which his creator and the man with the

bull whip had so suddenly disappeared.

He saw before him a great walled enclosure roofed by a

lofty azure dome, and beyond the walls the tops of

green trees swaying gently in the soft breezes. His

nostrils tasted the incense of fresh earth and growing

things. For the first time he felt the breath of

Nature, free and unconfined, upon his brow.

He drew his giant frame to its full height and drank

in the freedom and the sweetness of it all, filling his

great lungs to their fullest; and with the first taste

he learned to hate the close and stuffy confines of his prison.

His virgin mind was filled with wonder at the wealth of

new impressions which surged to his brain through every

sense. He longed for more, and the open gateway of the

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