Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1910-09-03
THE Sky IMAM y. s@ p;
BY Henry Kitchell Webster

Copyright 1910 by The Century Co. Copyright
1sos-islo by The Sueoes. Company.

III
Rose had mistaken her for the ghost OF
the man their leader murdered. She
looked like her father as a woman may
resemble a man, and her wilderness, her
firmness, her d~elicaoy all increased
rather than diminished the credibility
OF the idea that she was in fact his
spirit.
1t was this thought that for a mo-
ment held Roscoe staring blankly at
her. But he conquered it and forced his
eyes Upon the details of her.
He saw that her fine hands were
trembling a little; he marked the faint
rise and fall of her breast. as she
b%reathed, and then his greedy eyes ran
over her, from head to heel. and back
again.
The hand which held the revolver
dropped nerveless at his side. He swal-
lowed hard, and wrung his cruel lips
with his other great hand. It was then
that the girl looked up into his face.
1t was then she uttered her first cry.
For she saw that he did not mean to
kill her.
That was a horror she had never
foreseen, never, during all the months
in the hut, when the shadow of this
monster had been a part of their daily
life. The worst thai had ever occurred
to her was that he might kill them
both. She understood NOW why Philip
had shuddered; why she had seen that
look of horror in his eyes, when he said
that if Roscoe killed ~him-when he had
the revolver-he would come back
here and find her ~defenseless. She UNI
derstood now. to the full; it needed only
n look into the monsters face TO un-
derstand.
The shock of this new idea brought
an instantaneous change in her. A mo-
ment ago her mind had been absolutely
~lifeless. She nae been incapable either
of thinking or of acting. Now she was
intensely alive; her body keyed and
ready for sudden action; while her
mind, with the ~vividness of sudden
summer lightning. took IN the situation
and assessed her chances-her chances,
not of escaping with her life, but OF
foiling the loathly intent which she
could read in the monsters face.
Already her eyes had frightened and
the color come back to her cheeks; and,
at that, Roscoe moved restlessly to one
side, as If he meant to come round the
table.
Suddenly Jeanne's eyes detached
themselves from his face. A look Of
sudden alarm came into them. and she
raised her hand to her throat, az
though she were choking. She was
looking past Roscoe, and straight down
the snow-tunnel.
"Philipi" she cried. take care; he's
here!"
The s~now-tunnel was empty, and for
aught she knew, her lovers body might
be lying mangled in the monsters cav
She had thought of that before she
tried the trick. But, even if that were
so. that cry of hers might lead the
monster to steal one uneasy glance ct
the door behind him; and even that
would give her time enough. If he
had not killed Philip, but simply
eluded him, he would turn instantly.
That was what he did. He sprang
round with a suddenness which be-
spoke a perfectly genuine, commons
sense alarm. And then he found HIM
self in darkness.
He understood at once that he had
been tricked. Without wasting the time
to turn back and Dol at Jeanne. he
sprang toward the pilot-house door.
He thought she meant to attempt TO
IRISH by him, gain the snow-tunnel and
throw herself over the crest of the
cliff. He had not misread the sudden
loathing he had seen in her eyes when
they met face to face.
In the open doorway he wheeled
round. triumphantly. h had not gof
ahead of him that time. He laughed
aloud into the darkness, n then
spoke to her, with a vile, jocular
familiarity.
But he got ne answer in words or
otherwise. There was no cutlery, no
stihed sobbing. Nothing at all but the
sigh and whine of the wind.
ITO BE Continued ON Monday