Newark evening star and Newark advertiser., 1910-09-07

81 aw who's sending those signals He's
probably been out on the ice for days.
It's very rough and their progress
than that of the ship"
"Oh, II he had your wings!" she
whispered.
cayley got to his feet. 1--WE must
build a fire." he said, "out here-tho
biggest fire we can possibly contrive
to guide them by
"And to give them hope. too," she
said. they can hardly have any-nor
of finding us alive, / mean"
How they ever succeeded in doing 1t
they were both rather at loss. after
wards, to understand. Neither Cay
ley, nor even Jeanne, thought of his
Illness. That was forgotten, except so
far as the fact that he had only one
good arm obtruded itself. Jeanne was
as weak as he, and the source of her
weakness was the same as his. Both
had a tendency to laugh shakily at
nothing at all. Both found 1t hard to
command their voices. Both found
themselves wandering about blindly, in
spite of the intensity of their desire to
get the fire blazing as soon as possible.
But at last they got 1t blazing with
the better part of their precious store
of fuel. Then, as best they could, they
settled down on their great bear-skin
before the fire, to wait. How long they
waited neither of them knew though
1t seemed an eternity Sometimes they
tried to talk, but their voices had a
disconcerting way of breaking.
I'VE must do something" Philip
said, at last, must try to get our old
routine going, somehow. 1t may bS
hours-days-bef they get here"
"I suppose" said Jeanne, I'VE could
cook meal, even If we couldn't eat
it."
But before he could answer they
heard a rifle-shot ring out in the still
air.
mo" he cried, "the long wait is over.
Thank God they are here. Fire, Jeannei
Fire the revolver! Let them know they
are in time" His lips trembled and
tears glistened In his eyes.
1t was lying under her hand There
were only three cartridges left, but she
fired them all into the air Then, al
most before the echo from the cliff
behind them had died away, they heard
a dim hal, in human voice--a voice
that broke sharply as If the shout had
ended in a sob.
TITS Tom," she said
Call out! It's your voice he'll want
to hear"
But 1t was moment before she could
command it. She called his name twice,
and ther. a third time, with a different
infection, for a long, leaping flicker
of freight had revealed little knot
of figures rounding one of the great
ice-crags that covered the frozen har-
Dor. One figure, a little in advance or
the others, dashed forward at q run.
Jeanne sprang to meet him.
For a little while Cayley stood hesi-
tating before the fire, just where
Jeanne, in her impulsive rush toward
their rescuers, had left him, then, slow
ly, he followed her.
The details of that last encounter
with Tom Fanshaw on the Auroras
deck crowded back into his memory.
but he met them squarely and defeated
them.
What had happened since that last
encounter must, he knew, change the
attitude OF the Fanshaws toward him.
They owed the girls life to him. and
however little they might relish taking
it at his hands. still they must take it,
gladly, and Jeanne's happiness involved
their taking him with her.
He was still quite clear that he never
could tell them the story which Jeanne's
discovery of the locket had forced him
to tell her, so few hours ago. Not
knowing it all, still believing him
stained with that old disgrace, they
must dislike him-regard him for long
time anyway-with profound suspicion.
Well, for Jeanne's sake, he must treat
that suspicion as if it did not exist--or
existing, as if 1t were powerless to hurt
him. 1t would be nearly powerless.
when it came to that. The warmth Of
the girls faith would compensate for it
all.
tTo Be Continued Tomorrow,