Manchester Democrat. [volume] (Manchester, Iowa) 1875-1930, 1905-03-01

| 6he Wings ef the
| Morning , :, ~ ~ :: !,
i: ~ Edward J.

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seemed to travel in waves from great
distance. He tried to brush away
from his brain these dim fancies, but
his iron will for once failed, and he
pitched headlong downward into dark.
ness.
When he recovered, the girls left
arm was around his neck. For one
blissful instant lie nestled there con-
tentedly. He looked into her eyes and
saw that she was crying A gust of
anger rose within him that he should
be the cause of those tears.
He tried to rise.
ooh! Are you better?" Her lips
quivercd pitifully.
"Ycs. What happened? Did faint?"
"prinll this"
She held Il cup to his mouth, and he
obediently s.rove to swallow the con-
tents. 1t was champagne. After the
first spasm Of terror and when the APP
plication of water to his face failed to
restore consciousness Iris had knocked
the head off the bottle of champagne.
He quickly revived. Nature had only
given him a warning that he was over
drawing his resources. He was deep
ly Inundated. He did not conceive the
truth, that only strong man could
do all that he had done and live. For
thirty-six hours he had not slept. Dur
ing part of the time he fought with
wilder beasts than they knew at Ephe-
sus. The long exposure to the sun, the
mental strain of his foreboding that
the charming girl whose life depended
upon him might be exposed to even
worse dangers than any yet encounter
ed, the physical labor he had under
gone, the irksome restraint he strove to
place upon his conduct and utterances
all these things eliminated in utter
relaxation when the water touched his
heated skin.
GLOW could you brighten me 500" de-
| lnanded Iris Historically. you must
have felt that you were working too
hard. You made me rest Why didn't
you rest yourself"
He looked at her wistfully. This col
lapse must not happen again for hel
sake. These two said more with eyes
than lips. She withdrew her arm. Hel
face and neck crimsoned.
Good gracious!'' she cried. "Thc
ham is ruinedw
1t was burnt black. She prepared q
fresh supply. When it was ready
jerks was himself again. They ate in
silence and shared the remains of the
bottle. A smile illumined his tired
| face.
Iris was watchful. She had never
in her life cooked even potato or
boiled an egg. The ham was her first
attempt.
"NIy cooking amuses you?" she de-
manded suspiciously.
ut gratifies every sense" he muir
INJURED. "rherc is but one thing need
full to complete my happiness"
"And that ISL"
Permission to smoke"
"Smoke what?"
He produced steel box tightly
closed and pipe.
"Your pockets are absolute shops"
said the girl, delighted that his temper
had improved. "What other stores do
you carry about with your
He lit his pipe and solemnly gave an
inventory of his worldly goods. Be-
You'd the items she had previously seen
he could only enumerate silver dol
lar, very soiled and crumpled hand
llerchief and Il bit of tin. A box Of
Norwegian matches he threw away as
| useless, but Iris recovered them.
You never know what purpose they
may serve" she said. III after days a
weird significance was attached to this
simple phrase.
"Why do you carry about bit Of
| tin?" she went on.
II found it here. Miss Deane," he
answered.
Luckily she interpreted "here" us
applying to the cave.
"Let me see it. May II"
| lie handle. it to her. She could make
nothing of it. so together they puzzled
over 1t. The sailor rubbed 1t with a
| mixture of kerosene and sand. Then
| figures and letters and sort of dia-
gram were revealed. At last they be-
came decipherable. By exercising pa
tient ingenuity some one had indented
the metal with Il sharp punch until the
marks assumed this aspect;