Newark evening star and Newark advertiser., 1910-09-08

The party on the ice vas moving
landward again. Even at Philips slow
pace, the distance between them was
narrowing. Jeanne and young Fanshaw
were coming on ahead. He saw her
stop suddenly and throw an arm
around the mans neck. She was laugh
ing and crying all at once, and there
were tears in the mans eyes. too.
Philip expected that. He knew that
Fanshaw loved her. His memory of
that fact was all that redeemed his
memory of their encounter on the Au-
rora's deck.
But. what he did not expect. was to
see Fanshaw suddenly release himself
from the girls embrace and come
straight toward him. That was not the
most surprising thing-not that, nor the
hand which Fanshaw was holding out
to him. 1t was the look in the young
mans face, as the light from the great
blazing beacon on the beach illuminat-
ed 1t.
There was a powerful emotion work.
ing there, but no sign of any conflict, no
resistance, no reluctance. It was the
face of a man humble in the presence
of miracle. He stripped off his gaunt-
let and gripped Cayley's hand. 1t was
a moment before he could speak.
TITS only just now" he said, now
that / see you here together, that 1
find 1t hard to believe. Because I've
known all along that you were here
with her, keeping her alive until we
could get back to her. I've been the
only one who has had any hope at all.
and with me it's been certainty rather
than a hope It's as II l had seen you
here together I've seen you 80 a thou
sand times but now, that l do actu-
ally, with my own eyes. it's hard to
:" his voice broke there. There
was a moment of silence, then he went
on. you must try to forgive us, Cay
ley-me In particular, for I'm the one
who needs it most we know the truth
of that old story now. No, 1t wasn't
Jeanne who told, 1t was poor Hunter
himself, in letter. He had written 1t
long ago, and it was among his papers.
want you to read 1t sometime.
think, perhaps, when you do you Will
be able to forgive him, too"
"That,s done already" said Philip.
mo, not long ago-within the last few
hours-Come, shall we go back to the
fire? I suppose we had better wait Tor
another moonrise before we try to get
to the Aurora"
It was six months later. blazing.
blue July day. when the gunboat YORK
town lifted North Head, the northern
Mortal of the Golden Gate. Tom Fan
shaw and his father had gone to the
bridge, but Philip and Jeanne, the
other two passengers, remain, unmoVed
by the announcement, seated as rar art
as possible, the ensign, limp In the
following breeze, fiuttering just over
their heads.
The great foe which for so many
months had held the Aurora fast I'M
prisoned, had broken up under the un-
reIenting warmth of the June sun ano
had set the ship free at last, to piod ner
slow way southwark. True to old Mr.
Fanshaw's predictions, she had wealth
cred the Arctic winter and the grip OF
the Arctic ice in safety. The wounded
survivors of the Walrus party had died
and one of their own crew. Otherwise.
the sun and the open water found them
as we'll as they had left them-better
off, II one is to take an account of the
gold-the incredible amount of gold
which they had found in the strong
room. That, by Mr.. Fanshaw's reckon
ing, belonged to Jeanne, was the fruit
of her, fathers discovery Sometime,
perhaps, they would realize the impor-
tance of it, but. there upon the Arctic
sea they were far enough away from
the world and it's standards to make 1t
seem trivial. almost unreal. If they had
had to tighten the ship they would
have pitched 1t over first.
The Aurora was doing very we'll for
her, grinding out eight knots an hour
which was about the best she was
capable of, when. off st. Lawrence ISL
and, she sighted the cleaning white
man-of- war, with the stars and stripes
swapping at her rail. At that sight old