Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1910-06-20
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s. JAMES OLIVER. CJRWOOD
ILLUSTRATIONS t@ AlRlDy GKEIlNER

It was half an hour before he came
out upon the beach. Eagerly he
scanned the sea. The Typhoon was
'-2where in sight and for an instant
4, 'gladness that had been in his
to t gave place to a chilling fear. But
Mirection of the wind treasured
streeCasey had probably moved be-
one the jutting promontory. that
I. frq.g in the form Of cart wheel
I'm the base Of the point, that he
might have sea room In case Of some
thing worse than stiff breeze. But
where was the small boat? With
every step adding to his anxiety Ma
tbaniel hurried along the narrow rim
II beach. He went to the very tip
p,the point which reached out like
white forefinger of lady's hand
Fa,the sea; ne passed the spot where
soNad lain concealed the preceding
4 his breath came faster and fast
Z taAAe ran, and called softly, and at
la-1alted in the arch of the cart
VIII with the fear full-faming in his
bre( AZ, Over all those miles of sea
the was no sign of the sloop. From
ems o end of the point there was no
boz What did it mean? Breathless-
ly 4 tore his way through the strip
of 4rest on the promontory until all
Lake Michigan to the south lay before
his eyes. The Typhoon was gone!
Was it possible that Casey had aban-
doned hope of Nathaniel's return and
was already lying of st. James with
shotted gun? The thought sent
shiver of despair through him. He
passed to the opposite side of the
point and followed it foot by foot. but
there was no sign of life, no distant
Hash Of white that might have been
the canvas of the sloop Typhoon
There was only one thing for him
to do-wait. So he went to his hiding
place CT the day before and watched
the sea with straining eyes. An hour
passed and his still aching vision saw
no sign of sail; two hours-and the
sun was falling in a binding glare
over the Wisconsin wilderness. At
last he spring to his feet with hope
less cry and stood for few moments
undecided. Should he wait until night
with the hope of attracting the atten-
ton of Neil and joining him in his
canoe or should he hasten in the di-
rect!on Of st. James? In the darkness
he might miss Neil, unless he kept
up q constant shouting, which would
probably bring the Mormons down
upon him. If he went to st. James
there was a possibility of reaching
Casey. He still had faith in Obadiah
and he was sure that the old man
would help him to reach his ship; he
might even assist him in his scheme
of getting Marion from the island.
He would go to the councillors. Hav-
ing once decided, Nathaniel turned in
-. :. erection of the town, avoiding the
gee sof the path which he and Oba-
diah had taken, but following in the
forest near enough to use it as
guide. He was confident that Arbor
Croche and his sheriffs were combining
their man hunt to the swamp, but in
spite of this belief he exercised ex-
treme caution, stopping to listen now
and then, with one hand always near
his pistol. A quiet gloom filled the
forest and by the tree tops he marked
the going down of the sun. Nathaniels
ears lched with their strain of listen
ing for the rumbling roar that would
tell of CaseHs attack on st. James,
Suddenly he heard a cracking in the
unlerbrush ahead of him, sound that
came not from the strain of listening
for che rumbling roar and in G mo-
mem he had lodged into concealment
Of the huge roots of an overturned
tree, drawn pistol in hand. Whatever
object was approaching came slowly.
as II hesitating at each step-a eau
tious, stealthy advance, it struck Ma
thaniel, as he cooked his weapon. Di-
throw away, was dense growth of
hazel and he could see the tops of
tho slender bushes swaying. Twice
tn is-s,vement ceased and the second
= c. ere came crashing of brush
faint cry. For many minutes
-l lat there was absolute silence
the cry Of an animal that he
~.eard-or of man? In either
the creature who made it had
"a in the thicket and was lying
there as still as if dead. For quar-
ter of an hour Nathaniel waited and
listened. He could no longer have
seen the movement of bushes in the
gathering night gloom Of the forest
but his, ears were strained to catch
the. slightest sound from the direction
Of the mysterious thing that lay with
in less than q dozen rods of him.
Slowly he drew himself out from the
shelter Of the roots and advanced step
by step. Half way to the thicket a
stick cracked loudly under his foot
and as the sound startled the dead
quiet Of the forest with pistol-shot
clearness there came another cry from
the dense hazel, a cry which was
neither that of man nor animal but of
q woman; and with an answering
shout Nathaniel sprang forward to
meet there in the edge of the thicket
the white face and outstretched arms
of Marion. The girl was swaying on
her feet. In her face there was a
.pallor that even in his instant's glance
sent chill of horror through the
man and ~ she staggered toward