The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1910-07-24
By Henry Ketchell Webster, Author with
Samuel Merwin of Calumet K''

seems % me, AS j think back to our
days at the { li-of course, my mem
ory may be PLAYING ne u trick-but it
seems TO Elc that even then Cayley wns
interested IN The navigation OF the ar.
Somebody kept scrap-book OF all that
the newspapers and magazines reported
on the subject; any way; | remember
seeing it I think it was Cnyley.
'if lost sight cf hin; and Hunter when
they went to ll,' Philippines 1t is only
Justice. 10 Hunter to say that | never
heard word of the thing that fap
penrd out there from him. lie never
seemed 10 want TO talk to me ;;h".:t II.
and of course. | never forced HIM.
Vol, | can make short story Of 1t,
any way, though 1t has to be n misty
one. \
"A man came into the Post one day.
the head man OF one of the neighbor-
ing villages out there. 2 man with white
blood in him-Spanish blood: They
carried him in. for he couldn Il walk
He was in horrible condition. He had
been torturcd-I Won Il go into the de-
tails of that-and flopged nearly TO
death Fe said that Caylcy had done
IT, lie had demonstrated with Caylcy,
lie said, because nc feared for his daugl
| whittier than her father-and it seerls
that the man $ fears had some lustifi.
cation. 1t appears that Cayley had
come out There, blind drunk. with n
couple of troopers, VINO deserted that
same night, and nan-handled the old
man. The girl joined in her father g
accusation, ut least she didn 4 deny any.
thing.
''Cayley was away on scout duty Mt
| the time when the man came iu-tho
thing had happened some days prior.
before he started out. 1t came like n
thundcrbolt out of clear sky, for
everybody liked Cayley and thought him
an exceptionally decent, clean sort of
chap, though he and Hunter both were
drinking good deal lust then. Poor
Hunter was all broken up about it.
Everybody believed that he really knew
some incriminating facts against Cay.
| lev but he never would speak
'E AS for Cayley himself. he made no
defense whatever. He denied he did
il, and ,ha- was all There wasn't
him, so the court martial dismissed the
case as not proved, But he wouldn't
testify himself. nor have n single wit
ness called in his behalf, and he re.
signed from the service then and there,
and disappeared. so far as | know, from
the world. heard he had ranch
down somewhere in New. Mexico, near
Sandoval. [ think the place was. -
| His father saw n quick tigltering
in the girl s horror-strieken eyes at
the sonnd Of the name, which evidently.
ir some way. he': ID corrobornte rhe
|
her lbnni il
well. that $ - I know, =, sal Tom
Perry I!unter's rcart, and h quit the
service ,',ortlv atta- 1t had ills e
feet on him though He told me the
other Sigh: TINT J.. rad nzva? !.unlz +,
a drop since he I'D left tha army
| "But you can see how qH @. tt is
can t yor1 What "n cdd marches t,rI-
| ing OF te,-h1:l.pg 1t gave nc wecn "a
the niGhr .Ea' Perry Hunter .liSap-
pcnrcd. ] l.arucd that Il vi ipn, or i
man, who called himself Philip Cayley.
came flying down out of the midnight
sky and talked to you9''
The girl was looking at him in a
strange. dazcd sort Of way. "I can
add this much to your story. Tom,
she said. "When he was telling me
up there on the wing. 7 said what 4
contempt he must have for all the
world, for all us wingless ones, to whom
the little mountains, seas, and rivers
opposed such barriers. And he gave n
short, rather bitter sort Of laugh, AMI
conquered for the world the feeling
the world had held for him.
There was a sIerce after that while
| the three out there on the Aurora 8
deck looked blankly into each others
faces.
none Of them, but by n hail from ths,
shore 'Ahoy, Aurora! cried the
| voice. -
Mr., Fanshaw answered with wave
of his arm. 'That' s Donovan,' be
said to the others; then, eyes, what
"Will you send dinghy for me,
please?"
The boat was despatched at ouce, and
while they waited Mr., Fanshaw hor-
rowed Jeanne: field. glasses for a look
at the mals who had hailed them. .'lIe g
n a hurry.' said the old gentleman.
HE looks as if he had news Of one
it IN the mere timbre of his voice.
scmotbing urgent; something on:jnous.
It seemed an intern ahl" while he
the foot of The accommodation ladder.
When the newcomer appeared at the
head of it, his face had plainly written
on il the story of some tragedy
"What Is it?'' Jeanne asked. not
very steadily. "Oh, rease. don It try
to break, it to me! Tell me, Just as
you do the others.
not especially, mean: nothing to do =
with Your father Then he turned
TO Mr.. Fanshaw, 81 found Mr. Hunter,
"Dead" The tone in which Dono-
van had spoken made the question
''Yes, sir. His bod& is lodged deep
down in one of the ice fissures in the
glacier. | could see it perfectly, though
coudn, t get down to it..
Tom Fanshaw covered his face with
his hands for a moment. Then looked
up and asked. steadily: "He slipped,
suppose
At The same moment his father asked.
"Do YOU think we shall be able to re-
cover the body?''
Donovan answered this question first
eve can try, sir. though I've not
much horc of our succeeding'
Then, after n moments hesitation, be
turned 10 The son.
mo. sir. he didn't fall; ut least it
WASH t the fall that killed him
found this in 2 cleft in tho ice nearby.
IT must ave been driven clean through
his throat sir. -
un held nnr in a shaking hand 4