Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1909-08-17
rn1ns.REpuB11cAN MARsHALIrowN IOWA, AUGUST H. 1909

not what she said: merely the simple
breathing upward OF Z petition to the
Almighty Father for pardon and guild
ance: yet never before did faith lay
such mighty hold upon nue.. 1t was
short only . few faltering sentences.
but the honesty Of It, the faith 20
clearly evidenced In both words and
face. Impressed the toughest there.
She paused, her head still lowered: l
heard some one say amen" solemnly.
and raised my hand In signal. Noise.
lessly the ends Of the planks were up.
tilted, and the two sheeted figures slid
downward into the gray water. In.
stantly they disappeared beneath the
unbelievable depths So silently and
expeditiously was this accomplished
that she even failed to note the action,
lifting her eyes wonderlingly to the
bare planks, and with . choking sob
burying her face in her hands. With
out venturing a word I led her gently
to the companion. Five minutes later
1 stood again upon the bridge, the
deck beneath throbbing to the pulse
of the released engine, as the Sea
Queen raced recklessly forward
through the ice-girded waters in des.
perate effort to attain her goal
It was not dark night, for the stars
were out-such cold. dead stars they
seemed-and a little later knew tho
moon would come stealing up above
the waste Of waters, yet there was a
haze lowering all about us, as though
the entire surrounding atmosphere was
thick with frost. I crouched down
behind the slight protection of the
tarpaulins, sweeping the horizon with
my glasses, but discovering nothing
to awaken alarm. ! saw nothing of
the watch, except az called for them.
Then they came. clawing their way
out Of the snug holes where they hid
from wind and water. However, there
was little enough for any of US to do;
We could simply hold on, trusting in
the strength Of the keel under US, and
steering to eastward OF the ice-pack.
1t was wild, mad night, the wind
freezing to the marrow, and every
wave dashing it's icy spray hurtling
against the front of the wheelhouse
At eight bells I went below again,
every muscle of my body aching, and
my face tingling as though pierced by
thousand needles. sat down before
the red-hot stove in the cabin, think
ing I should never get the cold thawed
out Of me. Yet inside Of ten minutes,
with head resting on the chair-back,
and legs extended to keep my balance,
was sound asleep.
Whether sudden leap Of the ves-
sci or some unusual noise aroused me
I cannot say. Dazed, confused, l sat
upright, staring about me. for the mo-
ment scarcely realizing where 1 was.
I could hear the fierce pounding of the
sea without, the shrieking OF wind
through the cordage, and the rattle
and groaning Of the woodwork as the
struggling vessel dived into the hol-
lows and fought hersway back to the
crests. A shower Of hail dashed the
windows, rafting like shot against the
shutters. AS glanced backward
across my shoulder, heard, above
all that hellish uproar. a hollow,
unearthly groan. I was upon my feet
in an instant, grasping at the edge Of
the table, striving vainly to place the
sound. For some cause could not
keep my eyes on Tuttle's door, every
nerve pulsing with agony. Was it
Imagination, illusion? By all the gods,
I beheld white visionary form glide
noiselessly forth and disappear as
though dissolved in mist. 1t was GER
tainly there. yet. in another instant,
had vanished, knew not how. I
stared about into the dim corners, then
leaped toward the door, seeking to
open it. 1t was locked; of course it
was. for the key was in my own
pocket.
Many times have known fear, but
not such fear as this which now smote
me. Here was something Intangible,
something could not reach and throt-
tie, dim, frightful shade, coming
from God alone knew whence. l
PAScoS0 AAy Ae1uOo W Ivy uCdU, dlV Gil
deavored to laugh, to WOO back my
courage. Great heavens, was also
losing my mind? Was to be haunted
and pursued by evil fancies? Had the
curse Of this ship now descended upon
me? staggered to my feet, holding
on desperately to the table, seized the
decanter from off the swinging shelf
and drank deeply. Lord, what grim
fancies man may have when the
physical organism is unstrung! l
glanced at my watch, discovering /
still had two hours below, and crossed
over to my stateroom, nerving myself
to play the man, yet glancing about
fearfully into the dancing shadows. /
laughed as closed the door, but shot
the bolt hard, and lay there for an
hour listening, every nerve a-tingle,
before fatigue finally closed my eyes.
Ito be continued.)
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