Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-07-18

reaching them.
II suppose" his narrative for this day
concluded. there is hardly one chance
in ten thousand that my message will
ever be picked up. and certainly not one
in a million that it will be found in time
to bring an effective relief However. It
helps to keep the others cheerful, and
that Is the main thing"
At the close of the days entry was q
single line which contracted her heart
with a sharp spasm of pain. This is
Jeanne's birthday" it said.
She resumed her reading presently. an
came to the point where the Walrus PEG
Pile entered into the narrative; their
plight, their rescue and their welcome by
the three men, who by now were the
only survivors of the original expedition
She was reading faster now, with none
Of those little meditative pauses that had
marked her progress through the earlier
pages of the journal, for the sinister
termination of the narrative began to
foreshadow itself darkly. from the mo-
ment-the first moment of the appearance
fathers description Of the man Roscoe.
Of the expression that had been plain TO
read in his face as he had listened to the
account of the gold-bearing ledge across
the glacier, gave her a shudder1ng pre-
monition; apparently her father had ex-
perienced the same feeling himself. Day
after day Roscoe's name appeared. al
ways accompanied by some little phrase
of misgiving.
For just one day this dread seemed to
have been lifted from Capt. Fielding
spirit. That was the day the sun came
back to them. putting an end to their
long arctic night. 1T has been hard
winter" he wrote. land l am glad 1t Is
over. The hardest thing about 1t mas
been our sleeplessness, from which we
have all suffered. Today we have en-
joyed a change, having taken walk
along the beach. Even Roscoe seems hu-
manized a little by return OF the frank
sunshine, and may: perhaps, develop into
promised, if it is fine, to guide them
across the glacier to the gold ledge"
1t was the next to the last entry in the
journal She turned the page. paled and
pressed her lips tight together when the
array of blank pages before her told her
that she had reached the end. Then she
read the last words her father had ever
written.
'''Took the waIrus people to the ledge
today. Have no heart to describe the
scene that they enacted there. The man
Roscoe certainly means to kill me- II II
were not for my conviction that the dam
ger from him is largely personal to my
self. that he means me and no otner,
probably. for his victim, think snouid
have him shot as a measure of Justifiable
prevention. He Is not q man. but great
sinister brute-literally sinister, for he IS
left-handcd. I shall walk warily. ana
hope the crisis may soon be over Eu-
IDENTIFY that part OF his wish had come
true.
The book slipped out of the girls hands.
and she sat, with horror-widened eyes.
staring at the candle. until 1t guttered
and went out. Slowly the outside world
began to take it's place again around her.
She knew that she was shivering, half
frozen. that the icy wind was whining
through the cracks in her rude shelter.
She thought she heard some one NOV.
ing about outside, and that thought
brought her quickly~to her feet. She
made her way to the door OF the hut,
called out, waited q breathless instant
and cried aloud in sudden terror
ITO be continued tomorrow