Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-07-14

other night that he had never drunk q
drop since he had left the army
But YOU can see how queer il Is can't
you: What an odd. nameless feeling of
forebodlng IL gave me when on the night
that Perry Hunter disappeared I learned
that a vision. or a man. who called him.
self Philip Cayley. came flying down out
or the midnight sky and talked to YOU
The girl was looking AT him in a
strange. dazed sort OF way Il can add
/ this much TO Your story. Tom. she said.
When he was telling me last night. that
sky-man. how he lived I'D there on ,n.
wing said what contempt he must
have for ali the world. for ali US wingles-
ones, 10 whom the little mountains. sea-
ard rivers opposed such barriers. And
he gave short. rather bitter sort or
! laugh, and said il IL were true. then he
had only conquered for the world the
feeling the world had held for him"
There was silence after that, while
the three out there on the Aurora $ deck
| looked bankly into each others faces
The silence was broken at last by none
of them. but by hail from the shore.
| Alloy. Aurora cried the voice.
Mr.. Fanshaw answered with a wave Or
his arm. That's Donovan. he said to
the others: then. Yes. what is IL? he
! cried.
will YOU send a dinghy for me.
| please
The boat was dispatched at once and
while they waited Mr.. Fanshaw Dor
rowed Jeanne's field glasses for a look
| at the man who had hailed them -tes
in a hurry. said the old gentleman.
| He looks If he had news OF one sort
| or another. They all had felt IL in the
| mere timbre Of his voce-somethin
urgent: something ominous.
1t seemed an interminable while before
the returning boat came alongside the
/ foot of the accommodation ladder. When
/ the newcomer appeared at the head of IT
his face had plainly written IL the
story of some tragedy.
hot iS ed ~
steadily. "Oh. please don't try to break
1t TO me. Tell me just as you do the
others"
Its nothing concerning you. miss. not
your father" Then he turned to No.
Fanshaw. Il found Mr.. Hunter, sir
Dead The tone i'm which Donovsn
had spoken made the question hardly
! Yes. sir. His body is lodged deep
down in one of the ice assures in the
glacier. ] could see il perfectly, though
| / couldn't get down to IL.
| Tom Fanshaw covered his face with his
| hands for a moment. Then looked up
and asked. steadily: He slipped. I sup
pose?"
At the same moment his father asked:
| do you think we shall be able TO re-
! cover the body?'
Donovan answered this question first.
I'VE can try. sir. though I've not much
hope of our succeeding
Then. after a moments hesitation. he
| turned to the son.
No. sir. he didn't fall: at least II
| wasn't the fall that killed him. | found
| this in a cleft in the ice nearby. II
| must have been driven clean through his
| throat, sir.
He held out. in a shaking hand. long.
| slim ivory dart. sharp almost as steel
could be. and stained brown with blood
| He was murdered, SIR" Donovan con-
cluded, simply.
Give me the dart" the old gentleman
demanded. AS he examined II his f1ne
| old face hardened DO you see?" he
asked, holding it out to his son. There
is no notch i'm the end for a bow string.
| but II will lie very truly in the groove or
that throwing stick that Jeanne brought
! aboard the yacht this morning.
Then he turned to the girl I'm afraid
your visitor last night was no vision, my
dear. after ALL
But the girl was looking and pointing
skyward
Go be continued tomorrow