Newark evening star and Newark advertiser., 1910-08-12
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ing the real Significance of the yachts
disappearance from showing in his face.
She had turned to him quite casually
for an answer, but not getting II, re-
mained looking intently into his eyes.
Mr.. Cayley." she asked presently,
were you telling me last night what
you really thought was true, or were
you just encourag ging mel mean about
those men who attacked the yacht :?
Are you afraid, after all. that our peo-
pie are not in possession Of the Aurora,
wherever she is7"
81 told you the truth last night.
can't imagine any possibility by which
the men who came here on the Wall
rus could get the Aurora away from
your people, except by stealth
But if our people beat them of,
why didn't they come ashore? There
aren't any of them around, are there ?"
Apparently not said Caylsy. They
may have all been killed before they
could get back to shore. or some of
them may have been captured No, ]
really don't think you need worry about
them"
OF course she would have to know
some time. She must know soon, in
fact But Cayley prayed that she might
remain ignorant of the horrible. silent
menace that lay before her until he
himself should have had time to look
ii in the face; to plumb. the depth of
its horror; to see If there were any
thing that could be built into a hope,
or into the mere Illusion of hope
He knew, all too well, what those
great turning, tumbling masses of
emerald and golden ice there in the
harbor meant The Aurora might be
alive somewhere far out in that tur-
bulent sea-might, possibly. still pre-
serve her powers of locomotion, but her
spars and tunnels would never cut
their horizon line again-this horizon
that lost itself now before his eyes in
rose-drenched haze-never, at least, un-
til the morning of a new summer.
He must think, think what to do
and how to tell her. If only she would
give him time. An hour was what he
was praying for-an hour in which to
gather up his forces for what he knew.
intuitiyely, must be a greater battle
than any his soul had ever waged. He
did not know what form the struggle
was going to take. That was the thing
which, in the next hour. he must try
10 foresee.
He must go away by himself; he
knew that. To stand there before her.
looking at her, caused singing in his
veins and in his heart which in other
circumstances he would have called joy.
The singing made it hard TO think.
The refrain of the song was. so far as
it was translatable into words at all,
that they two possessed the world to-
gether; that it had been emptied over
night of all save themselves. The
blind-eyed sisters had caught up two
threads out Of the warp of life and
knotted them together. and until those
two threads were sheered across they
would lie side by side.
This was not a thought of his. II
bore about the same relation TO thought
that music does to language. But his
nerves were tingling with it; his blood
leaping like a March brook.
She had not been looking at him
since he had answered her question.
All he could see of her face was the
rim of one of her perfect ears and a
flushed cheek veiled with that warm,
misty bloom which lasts a little while
after slumber. and bearing. just per-
ceptibly. the print of one of the creases
in the hard pillow upon which she had
slept
She began to speak without turning
TO him You said something last night
about my faith. Well, I'm not going
to falsify it, not today. at any rate. =
She turned and faced him. her eyes
bright her color mounting even LITTLE
higher. Pm going to believe that
they're safe-Uncle Jerry and Tom, and
all the rest I am not going to be afraid
for them. And so until they come back
We'll make this day a holiday. Aren't
you glad-just a little glad-that it's
happened Because am. I'm afraid.
That's selfish, I know, because they'll
be frightfully worried about me until
they come back and find me safe. They
don't even know you're here, | sup
pose. And il was an inexcusable trick
Of mine. rowing ashore without telling
Tom where l was going. But I'm not
going to begin to repent until it win
do somebody some good. You don't
deserve to be made miserable with It. =
She drew long. deep breath, flung
out her arms wide, and then stretched
them skywerd. What a day it is. Was
there ever such day down there in
that warm, green world that people