The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1908-10-29
CHATTER III-lContinued.l

ldDOllnS monster, IKE Heiee III MS pTts-
ent stress, but the idea of the girl being
| in the shadow of danger took all the
relish from the work.
| II should prefer to hear you discuss the
rreachery Of volcanoes outside of the fire
zone" she said, shivering. ''It's like
listening to ghost stories in a haunted
house.
I'm tell you the best way out Of it,
he declared II don't say that Pelee is
about to rise and rend Saint Pierre, but
/ want to take you all out to sea for a
few days. The Madame will behave her
prettiest with you on board"
II can't imagine anything finer, but
you know mother is not graceful sail
or"
UNFORTUNATELY, any effort of mine to
prevail upon her might spoil matters"
Constable said.
"Oh, / don't think that she replied !;
''but If will be something of a conquest
for any one to shake her trust In Pelee-
Still, III do what I can"
"And I'll begin work tonight upon
Uncle Ioey. By the way, Miss STAINS
bury" be added in a lowered voice, don't
you think that If l chose to stay here in
Saint Pierre, your mother might consent
more willingly to try few days on the
Madame? You know Pelee is more than
ever interesting to me now"
"That would be entirely unthinkable,'
she replied hastily.
Pelee rumbled again, and the girls fin
gers frightened upon his arm. The heavy
wooden shutters of the plantation house
ratified in the MINDLESS night; the ground
upon which they stood seemed to vince
at the monsters pain. The man was con-
scious of the fragrance of roses and mag
nolia blooms above the acrid faint of the
air. 1t was as if, through some strange
freak of the atmosphere, pressure was
exerted upon the flowers, forcing sud
den expulsion of perfume. The young
moon was a elbow, formless blotch in the
fouled sky. A sigh like the whimpering
of a sick child was audible from the ser
-ants' cabins behind the big house.
You'll plead with your mother to-
night?" he whispered, as they walked
back
Mrs. Stansbury was on the porch. Her
nicely modulated voice, as she spoke TO
her daughter, struck Constable with
cold force. The won1en went indoors.
Breen and Uncle Joey were in converse
ton. Constable drew his chair to the
north end of the porch, and faced the
mountain vast black beast couchant
under the dim stars. Since he had gazed
in that direction from the ship the night
before, the whole purpose of his life mH
changed. Then he had asked no sweeter
favor of the Fates than to be permitted |
to observe the giants struggle to contain
the fury of his fluids. Now his thoughts
were magnetized by new substance
the substance of fear. Self, the tribune
of all his reckonings heretofore had been
lifted from his brain, as a familiar vol
ume is lifted from its case.
81 knew it, he muttered. Il knew it
five years ago-that l should come back
here some day, look upon that girl, and
become a rayer like other men. To think |
that 1 could stay away from her a year
at timep'
He regarded the double chain of lights |
out in the harbor-the Madame pulling |
at her mornings among the lesser craft, |
like lustrous empress in the midst OF
iusky maid-servants. Between the black
mountain and the illumined ship stretched /
i battle 1t was his own particular bat /
tie. His name was called from the lists.
To win was to run away. The old mas
-ering complication was his at last. Yes
.er,iay a splendid contribution to the i'm
perfect records of seismology. such as
vas now within his grasp, was identified
With his highest ambition. To-day the
safety of the woman lowered above 1t,
Is the dome of st. Peters above the
lead of a tourist he was afraid of Pc
ee. Breen drew over to him and sat
Town upon the railing.
whats on your mind, Peter?"
"A mountain" said Constable.
Rain did not fall in the night, and
was abroad with the dawn,
egarding the white world and the source
# the phenomenon, with the sketchy
ints of earliest morning upon the huge
astern slope. He had slept little, and
hat with his face turned to the north.
lie would scarcely close his eyes before
cortege of volcanoes would pass before
i'm. as in a dream-all the destroyers
f history. each with vivid individuality,
Ike the types of faces of all nations
he story of each. and the smear it had
made of men and the works of men.
Most of them had given warning. Pc
ee was warning now. His warning was
yritten upon the veins of every leaf,
ainted upon the curve. of every blade of
rass, sheeted evenly white upon the tiles
f every roof Gray dust blown By steam
rom the bursting quarries OF the noun
ain. clogging the cutters of the city, and
he threats of men 1t was a moving
-hite cloud in the rivers, chalky shad-
lg that marked the highest reach of the
arbor tide 1t settled in the hair of the
hildren, and complicated the toll of the
ees in the nectar-cups of the roses. With
,ague-long cerements, and in a voice that
aused to tremble his dwarfed cohorts.
he hills and mornes, great Pelee had .
reclaimed his warning in the night.
Constable was standing in the garden.
Good old Vulcan, to wait for her !" he
''Sit tight for another day,
nd keep a stiff bridle-arm-for one more
ayw
cit isn't really ash, you know" be
,und himself saying at breakfast. but {
,ck ground as fine as neat and shot out I
: steam through Pelee's valves" 8
"How intensely graphicv' Mrs. STAINS T
Try observed, q