The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1908-11-12

er toward Krakatoan cataclysm, it was
not for man to say what spark would
shake the world. Still, Constable held
the hope.
He. turned on the lights In the room. A
cablegram had been slipped under the
door. 1t proved to be an answer to a
the morning, regarding the movements OF
the Panther.
''Str. Panther arrived and departed
here on time"
he read There was strength in the
word. The mail liner reasonably might
be expected to call at Martinique with
the dawn, according to schedule. The
mails should be ready for distribution at
nine
We'll have luncheon aboard the Mad
anne tomorrow" Constable unused, 'and
while the blessed maiden is passing cake
and pouring tea, the Madame will be
running like a scared deer, to hitch her
self to the solid old Horn, built Of rock
and sealed with icebergsI'
He shaded his eyes at the window, star
ing beyond the city into the ashen shroud
-Pelee's flag of truce. Grand old mar
tyr" he murmured devoutly. Hang on,
hang on !"
There was tap at the door, and Breen
was admitted.
Il haven't seen much of you IN the past
three icons, miscalled days." said Consta-
BILE.
1T is true. l have felt my own in
consequence in the presence of the big
1ro 30 dram Pqtar
Then, l have found place of many mar
vels."
"Pere Rabeauts"
''None other. There is something like
GOODNESS in this thrice-burned isle. Also
maiden creature, half child, half wom-
an, wholly wonderful"
II have been glad to see you make the
best of things OF course one can never
tell on cruise where one is to encounter
a series of business obligations as
here"
"True again." Breen said gravely.
81 have been busy as that, but have
accomplished nothing. Seriously, Breen,
times are running close. Guerin's the
first volley. To think | haven't been to
the mountain; haven't taken a photo
graph or a note! My fellow researchers
in things seismic will never forgive me
for this Breen, | thought l had sci
entiic mind-thought that even though
l bulled in all else, l was loyal geolo-
gist; but / have betrayed even that de
cent instinct. Another man would have
had the women away to sea and be at
tending the mountain now; but here
am, child with mans tools, casing the
night through, and she-across the hall
for all j know. for Pelees
own! It's good to talk, though"
There's only one way when words fail,
Peter If the mountain won't recede
from the maiden, you must snatch up the
maiden and make a getaway from the
I'm not pirate enough, Breen," Con-
stable replied YEARLY. by the way,
I'm sending some of the natives of the
,ity-the women with babes-out to the
Madame for cool air. There is no reason
IN the world why we shouldn't entertain
our friends. of the shop Soronia is too
are a creature to be inundated by Pc
ee's bursting boilers. She and the Pere
night just as well share the benefits. |
You see, the presence of others makes it |
possible. Attend to it, will your"
GOOD old Peter" Breen said softly |
but | don't think they would come. |
Who'd feed the little song birds?"
"Have her bring the birds along.
They'll die there! ~
II had planned not to go to the little
hop again, Peter"
Constable turned upon him abruptly.
'WhyT' said he.
You see Peter, she is such a rare lit
lie soul-asking so little and so ready
o give her all for the promise of man
think of it. / have found a good many
,laythings. pottering around this little
unshot planet-clear little films they are
ow. which stick in the brain and won't
ade. Let me alone, Peter, and I'll wan
er back to reason presently. A very ugly
lbum Is a sinners memory, and when
is quite full the sinner usually dies
ometilnes off Brooklyn piers. The truth
!. | found a shred of conscience devel-
ned under your culture and Pelee's heat;
nd so / refused another plaything, re-
used to crowd another film into that sui
ed album of mine. | lied, said | didn't
lueTStanQ tldI
ling to her-and went away. Not too
tie, | trust She is a natural optimist,
nd slow to lose faith in mankind"
Constable believed that Soronia had
,und her first lover in Breen, and be
tiled the heart so suddenly imprisoned
nd so swiftly dethroned of its dream. He
,membered the face of Soronia in the
,urt shadows, and his pity fingered.
They talked until the Panther lights
zone afar in the offing, misty with dawn
nd volcano fog; then parted for an
,ur's rest. Constable was the first be-
w, and there was little joy with the
,ming of the day The rumblings of the
ountain were renewed. The great tow
of ash shot up yesterday was still fall
q; the trees and shrubbery in the gar
ms were bent with the weight of white; s
deed, many branches were broken. The {
small believing of cattle and the stamp
q of ponies were heard from the barns. ,
was only by keeping the doors and
indows of the house tightly shut that
ling was bearable The native who
ought the copy of Les Colonies wore a
lex wet rag over his nostrils, and had
e appearance of having freshly emerged
ON bin of cement. Constable and
reen were first in the breakfast room.
This pudgy editor" Constable declar-
savagely, as he read the morning paper.