Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1910-12-16
iii; they received his letters, lie,

hili; they received his letters, uey
received the money he sent them each
month--but they wanted him. The
girl wrote with merciless candor. He
had been away four years and 1t was
time for him to return. She told him
why. She wrote what they, in their
loving fear Of infiicting pain, would
never have dared to say. At the end,
in postscript. she had asked for his
congratulations on her approaching
marriage.
To Nathaniel this letter had been
a torment. He saw the truth as he
had never seen it before-that his
place was back there in Vermont,
with his father and mother; and that
there was something unpleasant ir
thinking of the girl as belonging tC
another. But now matters had
changed. The letter was a hope and
inspiration to him and he smoothed
it out with tender care. What a refuge
that little home among the Vermont
hills would make for Marion! He
trembled at the thought and his heart
sang with the promise of it as he went
his way again through the thicl
growth of the woods.
1t was half an hour before he came
out upon the beach. Eagerly he
scanned the sea. The Typhoon was
nowhere in sight and for an instant
the gladness that had been in his
heart gave place to chilling fear. But
the direction of the wind treasured
him. Casey had probably moved be
yond the jutting promontory, that
swung in the form of a cart wheel
from the base of the point, that he
might have sea room in case of some
thing worse than a stiff breeze. But
where was the small boat? With
every step adding to his anxiety Ma
thaniel hurried along the narrow rim
of beach. He went to the very tip
of the point which reached out like
the white fOrefinger of a 1ady'S hand
into the sea; he passed the spot where
he had lain concealed the preceding
day; his breath came faster and fast
last halted in the arch of the cart
wheel with the fear full-faming in his
breast. Over all those miles Of sea
there was no sign of the slOOp. From
end to end of the point there was nc
boat. What did it mean? BreathleSs
ly he tore his way through the strip
of forest on the promOntOry until all
Lake Michigan to the south lay before
his eyes. The TyphOOn was gone!
Was it possible that Casey had aban
dOned hope of NathaniePS return and
was already lying off ST. James with
shotted gun? The thought sent a
SILVER of despair through him. He
passed to the opposite side of the
point and followed it foot by foot, but
there was no sign of life, no distant
flash of white that might have beer
the canvas of the slOOp TyphOOn.
There was only one thing for him
to dO-wait. So he went to his hiding
place of the day before and watched
the sea with straining eyes. An hOu"
passed and his still aching vision saw
no sign of sail; two hOurs-and the
sun was falling in a binding glare
over the Wisconsin wilderness. At
last he sprang to his feet with hope
less cry and stood for few moments
undecided. Should he wait until night
with the hope of attracting the atten.
ton of Neil and joining him in his
canoe or should he hasten in the di.
rectiOn of st. James? In the darkness
he might miss Neil, unless he kept
up a constant shouting, which would
probably bring the Mormons down
upon him; if he went to ST. James
there was a possibility of reaching
Casey He still had faith in Obadiah
and he was sure that the old man
would help him to reach his ship; he
might even assist him in his scheme
of getting Marion from the island.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
Where the Women Come In.