Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1910-08-26
Continued From Yesterday,

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AS II to make up for the Kaleidoscope
character Of those three first incredible
days of her acquaintance with Cayley,
days which had changed the meaning
and the value of all that had entered
into her life before-as IL to compensate
for that experience, the weeks which
had passed since then had slipped
away in an almost u%nbroken routine
There were occasional reminders of
Roscoe's existence and a few unim-
portant discoveries of articles of use,
either in the cave or observatory. A
furious snow-storm had ragged for a
week and had kept them imprisoned
In their hut for as long again. These
were the only incidents to break the
routine.
They still divided their days as they
had set out to do upon Cayley's dis
covery of this tracks of an unknown
man in the snow. They kept "watcf
and watch as the sailors say. the tive
of them never sleeping at b same
time.
But If the time had gone monotonous
ly. 1t had slipped away wonderfully
fast. She had not been bored nor
melancholy: indeed, she and Cayley
had both been too busy for that for
lorn indulgence. There was an incredi-
BILE number of things to do, things
which would make such a difference to
their comfort and security, hat what
they had to resist was a feverish haste
and an attempt to get everything done
at once. And she "a generally SO
tired when it came time to call Cayley
at midnight for the beginning Of his
watch that she slept like a child until
s o'clock the next morning. when an
other days work began.
There was always something delicious
about that part of the day. The fact
that she and Cayley were together only
for those eight hours made 1t possible
to condense their companionship to a
rather higher tension than is ordinarily
possible for people who are always in
each others company.
But still, she said to herself, as she
lay there on the ear skin, gazing up,
lazily, al the soaring creature that
seemed so unrelated to the man who
was the subject OF her thoughts. but
still, ccmpanionship was the word for
It. He had not made love to her; he
had never repeated the declaration that
he had made to her hat morning on
the beach when she had discovered that
the yacht was gone and what its abb
sence meant. Once in a while he had
used some caressing little word OF en-
dearment in speaking to her. and. more
rarely still-much more rarely-had Of
fered her the caress of his hands or Of
an arm across her shoulders.
Bat that had happened almost never
at all lately. 1t rather noticeably had
not happened. Her own expressions of
affection were rather impulsively dem
o~nstrative, and she had noticed, once
or twice, that he had seemed to shrink
away from them.
That was the way she reviewed the
situation in her own mind. So far, at
least, there was no lease for quarrel
ing with the designation "comrade."
But she knew perfectly well that she
had only reviewed one side of it.
On, the other side, to begin with.
was the great luminous fact hat here,
upon this frozen Arctic land alone, and
worse than alone. amid privations she
would once have thought intolerable,
and in daily peril of death, she and
Cayley had been unfeignedly and de-
lightedly happy-she and this nan
whom she never saw until two days
before that amazing conjunction of cir
cumstances that had thrown them thus
together. They two. strangers as the
world reckons such matters. had been
living for weeks within the confines of
an enforced intimacy. which would
have become irksome with any other
person. her father excepted, perhaps,
that she had ever known. But it was
not irksome to them. They began the
eight hours they called their day, to-
gether, with the high spirits Of a pair
of children, and they ended them with
reluctance. tempered only by the an
ticipation OF another tomorrow.
There was more than comradeship in
that, certainly. She and Tom Fanshaw
had been comrades and. as she had
told him. she loved him very much,
but at the thought of spending an
Arctic winter with him. she smiled
rather wryly.
Was she quite honest, after all, in
telling herself that Cayley had not
made love to her? He had put moth
ing Of the sort into words. to be sure,
and he had sought none. not even the