The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1910-07-17

and This is q dream OF mine, but even
for dream, aren't you little I'm.
reasonable7 Yachts are a natural mode
Of conveyance across the ocean, You
find them i'll many bays,-sometimes in
nameless ones-and they always have
people on them. But you-you come
wheeling down, out of night sky. like
some great nocturnal bird, and alight
here on the floc beside me, And then
you change yourself into a man and
look mt ME in surprise, and ask me,
in English, what in the world | am
doing here,-l and the yacht; and ask
ME if m real
There was a moment of silence after
that Unconsciously they drew little
nearer together. Then Cayley spoke
81 I'M real. ut any rate" he said; Eat
least m tax payer, and l weigh one
hundred and sixty pounds, and / have
name and address. It's Philip Cay
natural, and my headquarters this sum
nler arc over on Point Barrow
'But that S five hundred miles
away she protested.
''Is it?" he said indifferently. HT've
been a-wing all day, and / haven u
come down for an observation once. |
don t know lust where | am. I've been
rather. the world has, And now, at
the end Of ii, ! find IA person like
you here in the twilight he finished
The broken sentence with gesture.
m not dreaming, then'" she
asked obviously.
No" he, said; elf either of us is
dreaming. it S not You. May ! furl up
nv wings and talk TO YOU for awhile?'
Her eyes were on the broad-spread
shimmering planes which lay on the
ice behind him. She seemed hardly 10
have heard his question, though she
answered 1T with an almost voiceless
'ycs. Then she approached half
fseaTfully,,, the thing he called his
"Tt is made of quite commonplace
materials he said with smile
"split bamboo and carbon wire and
catgut and a fabric Of bIadders. ce-
mented with fish glue. And folding
IT up is rather an ungainly job The
birds still have the advantage Of me
there. In a strong wind is s not very
easy to do without damaging something.
me,-that one right by your handg It's
just like fishing rod
She did as he asked, and her smile
convinced him that she had at least
half guessed his purpose in asking the
service of her. The next moment her
words confirmed it.
''You wanted me TO make sure,
great roc when / touched it and fly
away with me to the Valley Of Dia-
monds,' She patted the furled wing.
gently, with both hands. 81 suppose, ~
she continued. Gone could dream as
vividly as this. although ] never have
unless, of course, this is a dream.
But and now she held out her hand
to him. "but I hope | am awake. And
my name is Jeanne Fielding
He had the hand in his. and noticed
how live and strong and warm it was,
before she pronounced her name. At
the sound of it, be glanced at her
curiously; but all he said Just then
was. THANK you, and busted him
self Immediately with completing the
When ne had finished. he tossed the
sheep.skin down in n little hollow in
the floe, aud with q gesture invited
her to be seated.
''Oh, i we a great pile of bear skins
out here she said, "Quite ridicu.
lous pile Of them. considering it is not
cold night; and we can make our
the yacht, Just as YOU please. -
They were seated, side by side. in
the little nest she had made for her.
self, before he reverted to the idea
which had sprung up in his mind upon
hearing her name. ''There was Cap
taln fleldlng once, nc SAID slowly.
who set out from San Francisco half
covering the pole, by the way Of Behr
ing Strait, His ship was never seen
again, nor was any word received from
him. Finding You here and hearing
your name, | wondered-''
"Yes," she said gravely, che was
my father We got news of him last
winter, if you could call it news, for
(, IL -, l.J
us, A whalor in the Arctic fleet picked
up a floating bottle with message
from him. telling where he was, So
we have come here to find hm-at
least to find where he died. for I sup
pose there is no hopeHncvcr so much
as grain Of hope of anything bet
ter -
Caylcv could not contradict her, and
he saw there was little need of trying
TO do so. She had spoken simply and
very gravely. but il was evident the
years had taken the sting out of her
grief
Gle told you where he vast he
asked.
"Oh, quite exactly" she told him.
he gave us latitude ard longitude, and
mapped the coast-lne. So you were
wrong, YOU see, in what you said about
photographers. And he gave us the
route by which. with reasonable for
tune. We might find opcn water. We
had good fortune and we rot here
safely, hut. of course. we were too late.
The hut on the shore there is deserted.
We have seen no signs of life AZ all.
Tho men have gone ashore TO search,
and there is 10 be "A gun.fIrc If they
find anyone alive. But they have been
out all day and there has been no
sound You will understand. I think
though. why / did not wan. to sleep
tonight in my cabin IN the Yacht,
why the ice and the dome of stars
seemed better.
''Yes' he said. "I understand. -
Presently, after Il moment s musing. hc
added. 'Wbat seems strange TO me.
incomnrebensible nltogetbcT, is. that
men like your father, and so maDy
others. should risk and lose their lives
irving 10 reach the pole
you can't understand thar she
question surprised, "you man with
wiugs?'
81 suppose it's because Of the
WINGS he answered her. "l slept
there once, early this summer, slept,
and rested aud ate Il meal. y
fThcre-' she echoed incredulously.
b" Where do You meau?'
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