Bisbee daily review., 1910-11-19
AN ARCTIC KNIGHT Story of an Exploring
 Party
 By EDWIN B. ERHART Copyright. 1910. by American Press
 Association.

Arters ceased biting his nails and
 rested long. lean chin in the hollows of his hands
 "I could tell you something that
 would surprise you" he said. gazing at me across the table.
 stared at him expectantly.
 "WhatT' l monosyllabled.
 Arters gloomed meditatively, but showed nc disposition to answer.
 The girl on the cot flung a pitifully thin arm over her head and moaned and murmured in her sleep,
 Well. whaty' l reiterated sharply. The long trip that day across the mo notonous, never ending white plain had done little toward improving my temper
 Arters arose to his great height. squared his broad shoulders and tip- toed around the table.
 T am Godr he whispered in my ear
 I saw that I had to do with a mad man.
 This is a.strange world" continued Arters. a ruminant note in his voice
 A. forsaken Country in a quest for lost woman explorer and all for a miser- able pittance doled out to us by Chi cago newspaper" He brushed an i'm patient hand across his eyes My memory isn't all that it should be-" he confessed. T should have remem- bered who I was-am-and then this trip would have been unnecessary"
 Arters cast a furtive glance toward the cot in the dim corner -.Is she an angel" he murmured querulously. "or Ruth Proctor, the girl we came search ing for; I can't seem to remember somehow"
 "Both." I answered. and my com panion was satisfied.
 It seemed years since the Meteor had assigned us. stan reporters at the time. to the hazardous task of finding Ruth Proctor, the intrepid girl ex- plorer. who had set out two years be fore to find the north pole and was now supposed to be somewhere in the vicinity of the ninetieth degree.
 The Meteor Is not one 10 stint its embassies We. the words of Arters to the contrary. fairly reveIed in mon ey, and the essentials of the trip were all forthcoming and were of the best. Our boat, the Lost Hope. was a marvel of technical construction. made for this very purpose and for our enter prising journal.
 Miss Proctor. the young society wo- man who had forsworn New York and the callow amusements of her set to do something really worth while. had been conspicuous in the limeIight on the eve of her departure and for twelve months thereafter Now if she was referred to at all in the papers formerly enthusing over her nerve and daring she was given no more than a passing paragraph. Her fame bade fair to be niched with that of her H. lustrious predecessor. Andre. the fame 
 But the Meteor kept an impatient eye northward. and when the relief expedition came home without her Ar ters and l were given the word to go In search of the girl
 Arters was the Benjamin J. Arters of mach mad scrambling on the part of ambitious dail;es that lusted for his efficient services. He was a writer keen of brain and pen and one of the highest salaried fact getters in the world of smudge and cheap paper. No college degree journalist. was Ar ters, but reporter.
 Smith. the mana ging editor, had said l to me. You are to accompany Ar ters-not on account of my stellar 1 position on the staff, understand. but | because I had been one of the adven- | turers in that first rush to the Yukon md knew my north.
 Our ship had rare good luck, the ice rift allowing us at the last to come | within a quarter mile of the silent i Maid of Orleans. Ruth Proetor's boat )f course it was deserted. The log | book was gone We had DO way Of cling whether the crew had returned | o the trail after the original first rush oward the pole or perished of cold.
 With four Eskimos. dogs and sledges xe began the tail of our trip Our 'oute in all probability was the same IS that of Ruth Proctor's party.
 Eskimos are peculiar humans. Our nen seemed perfectly contented. but ne morning we crawled out of our leeping bags to find them gone. They lad taken with them our fastest dogs. wo sledges and large supply of our ,rovisions. Wisely we decided not to 'ursue
 Fate must have planned our expedi- ion with an eye for the melodra- 1atic- At any rate. when we found he fur clad maid explorer she was lone. seemingly deserted by every ody and half crazed and sick She ad food. but in order 10 make this ast she had been slowly starving her elf to death. She was moving toward be pole. I fell In love with her and l guess Arters did. Ruth Proctor was witching thing espite her ugly. shape destroying kins. and the hunger and snow fever