The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1910-09-18

me declaration that he had made to he,
snat morning on the beach when she haG
discovered that the yacht was gone and
mna. lts absence meant Once in while
OF endearment In speaking to her and
more rarely still-much more rarely-had
oitered her the caress of his hands or OF
an arm across her. shoulders
But chat had happened almost never al
an an ately' II rather noticcably had not
happened. Her own expressions OF af-
ss.5 seca,9n we're rather impulsively demon
twice. that he had seemed to shrink
away from them.
Ihat was the way she reviewed the
least. there was no reason for quarrelng 9
with the designation "comrade" But
she knew perfectly we'll that she had only
| reviewed one side of il.
On the other side, to begin with was
the great luminous fact that here, upon
this frozen Arctic land alone and worse
.nan alone. amid privations she would
once have thought intolerable, and in
daily peril OF death. she and Cayley had
been unfeigne6ly and delightedly happy
sne and this man whom she never saw
;m,n ;,,nn,to Two Gays before that amazing con-
lunetlon OF circumstances that had
thrown them thus together They two
strangers as the world reckons such mat
ters, 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
1t was not irllsome to them They began
the. eight hours they called their day, to-
sether. with the high spirits OF a pair OF
cnlidren. and they ended them with re-
luctance. tempered only by the anticipa-
t!on oil another tomorrow.
Ihere was more than comradeship in
that. certainly. She and Tom Fanshaw
mad been comrades and, is she had told
The thought OF spending an Arctic win
ter with him, she smiled rather wryly.
was she quite honest, after all. in tell
Ing herself that Cayley had not made
sort into words. to be sure. and he had
sought none, not even the most easily
granted, OF lovers privileges. had even,
as she had noticed. Shrunk away a little
from those she had half -unconsciously Of
Tered him. Jeanne was a woman, but
she was stiIl enough OF a girl to wonder
q little why he did that.
But this was a depression from the
main theme. After all. no matter what
ne was saving or doing, there was some
thing in his eyes and something In his
voice that made love TO her every day.
Perhaps II was that something which
OF the shortening days that passed. There
was never the cadence OF finality about
It 1t was Ike a long suspended har-
mony In music. But she knew all the
while that some day, or otner, that sus-
pension would be resolved. That first
day on the beach when he had told her
that ne loved her, that her warmth. her
taith. her fragrance were, indeed the
very soul of him. he had said she need
make no answer, need come to no de-
cision.
lie had never asked for her answer
since. and yet she knew that some day
he would take UP that scene where he
had left II. 1t might be on day when
the coming of the relief would open the
world TO them again the old world which
seemed as II II might be concerned with
planet altogether n
away; or IL might be upon darker day. |
the last Of that precious little string OF
days that they had stolen. one at time. |
put Of the palm of death. But on one
Or the other OF those days II would come:
she felt sure OF that.
She sat up suddenly. erect upon the |
bear skin with the realization that IL |
was nearly dark. Their hours OF daylight |