Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1910-12-10

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Caylsy's view.
The world was suddenly empty
again. - Il no living foot had ever
troddsn Il; and cayley. lowering
there. little shove the lsvsl Of The
ice. rubbed HE. eyss and wondered
whether the singular. silent tragedy
hs had just witnessed were real. or .
trick the mysterious arctic light had
played upon his tired eyes. But there
remained upon that vacant scene two
material reminders a the tragedy to
which It had afforded setting. One
was smudge Of crimson on the snow;
the other. . little distance OF. Just
this side Of the icy ridge over which
tho last OF the party had gone scram.
bling . moment before. was the
strange looking blunt stick which he
had seen In the assassin's hand.
Cayley Jew a little lower. his wings
almost skimming the Ice. Finally.
reaching the spot where the thing had
fallen. he alighted and picked It up.
Whether It's possessor had valued II.
or not. whether or not he might DO
expected to return for 1t. Cayley did
not know. and did not much care.
He stood for some time turning the
thing over In his hands, puzzling over
it, trying to make out how It could
have been used az the instrument Of
propulsion to that deadly ivory dart
There was a groove on one side Of 1t.
with q small ivory plug at the end.
The other end was obviously shaped.
misshapen. rather. for. though 1t was
obviously the end one he'd. Cayley
could not make It At his hand, what
ever position he held 1t in.
Giving up the problem at fast. re
tucked the stick into his belt. slipped
his arm through the strap in the
framework of his aeroplane and pre-
pared for Night. He had . little dim
Guilty getting up. owing to the absence
Of breeze 1T this point. Finally ne
was obliged to climb. with good deal
OF labor. the icy ridge up which he
had watched the little party of MUIR
derers scrambiing.
At the crest he cast . ghnce
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signs Of them. Then. getting favor
able slant of the wind. he mounted
again into tho element he now called
his own.
Five years before Philip Cayley
would have passed for a good exam.
pie Of that type Of clean-limbed. clean
minded. likable young man which the
best Of our civilization seems to he
Towering into. Physically it would
have been hard to suggest an improve
mept in him. he approached so near
the ideal standards. He was fine
grained. supple, slender, small jointed.
thoroughbred from head to heel.
Intellectually, he had been good
enough to 60 through the academy at
West Point with credit. and to grad
uate high enough in his class to DO
assigned to service in the cavalry. His
standards Of conduct. his ideas Of hon
or and morality had been about The
same - those Of the best third Of his
classmates. II his fellow officers In
tho Philippines. during the year or
two he spent In the service. had been
asked to pick haw in him, which
they would have been reluctant to do.
they would have said that he seemed
to them q bit too thin.skinned and
rather fastidious; that was what his
chum and only intimate friend, Perry
Hunter. said about him at any rate.
But he could afford to be fastidi.
GUS. for he had about all man could
want. one would think. For three
generations they had taken wealth
for granted In tho Cayley family. and
with 1t had come breeding, security
Of social position, simplicity and ease
in making friends. both among men
and women. In short, there could DO
no doubt at all that up to his twenty
ninth year Fate had been ironically
kind to Philip Cayley. She had given
him no hint, no preparation for the
stunning blow that was to fall uron
him, suddenly, out Of SO clear sky.
When it did fall. 1t cut his life
clean across; go that when he thought
back to that time now, It seemed to
him that the Lieutenant Cayley Of tho
United States army had died over
there In the Philippines. and that he,
the man who was now soaring in those
great circles through the arctic sky,
was a chance inheritor Of his name
and Of his memory.
He had set out one day at the head
OF small scouting party. the best
liked man In the regiment, secure in
the respect, In the almost fatheriy re-
gard. OF his colonel, proudly conscious
OF the almost idolatrous admiration
Of his men and tho younger ofncers.
He had gone out believing that no
one ever had q truer friend than he
possessed in Perry Hunter. his class
mate at West Point. his fellow officer
In the regiment. the confldant Of all
his hopes and ideals.
He had como back. Seftsr . fort.
nights absence. to ind his name
smeared with disgrace, himself Judged
and condemned. unheard. In the opin.
ion Of the moss. And that vas not
the worst Of It. Tho Same blow which
had deprived him Of the regard Of the
only people In the world who matter.
Cd TO him. destroyed. also. root ana
branch. his affection for the one man
Of whom he had made IN intimate.
The only feeling that It would 10 pos
hble for him to entertain for Perry