Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1910-07-27

plosively. Don't carry a joke too far.
my dear"
TITS anything but a joke she said
slowly. land IL it was q dream-if he,
the sky-man, was nothing but a vision,
he certainly left me a material SOU
venir of his visit" Then, with q nod
toward the buffet, che spoke to Mr..
Fanshaw's big negro valet who was
serving their breakfast: "Hand Nj.
Fanshaw that q~ueer-looking stick.
Sam, the one on the buffet. Why
why, what's the NATTER" For she had
lifted her eyes to h mans ace as
she finished speaking. It was wooden
with fright. and the whites showed all
around the pupils OF his eyes.
mo. Miss Jeanne" he said. "Scuse
me. I wouldn't touch dat stick, not
for all de gor and jewels In de world;
not even to oblige him."
Whats that?' Fanshaw exclaimed,
whiriing upon him. What do you
mean? What the devil are you talk
ing about?'
ct seen him, Mr.. Fanehaw; I seen
him myself, comm down out of de
sky las night. I was out on deck, suh.'
Fanshaw looked quickly from h
negro's face to the girls, as If he JUS
pected a hoax, but the terror in one
face and the mystification in the other
were obviously genuine.
Then he rose and went over to the
buffet, returning TO the table with the
oddly-shaped, whitfield stick.
do you mean to say" he demanded,
looking up at the girl with a puzzled
frown-'do you mean to say that he,
the man you dreamed about. made you
a present Of this stick?'
She laughed. IF that seems q
reasonable way of putting it, yes; at
least. 1t slipped out of his belt and /
found it where he had been sitting.
But can you imagine what he used it
for?"
"Oh, I know what it is, but that only
makes the puzzle all the deeper. It's
an Eskimo throwing-stick. They use it
to shoot darts with. It lies in the palm
of the hand, so, and the TART is put in
that groove, though the butt of this
one seems curiously m~isshapen; l can't
make it Mt my hand. But 1 can't
figure out how the thing got aboard
the yacht; it wasn't here yesterday"
o course not" she said: my sky
man brought it."
He ran his fingers through his bushy
gray hair perplexedly. Then laid the
thing down and seated himself at the
table. AT any rate" he said. "we
needn't let sven a mystery spoil our
breakfast. Come, my dear, you've
eaten almost nothing. That omelet de-
serves better treatment"
Obedientiy she took up her fork. but
almost Immediately laid it down again,
and he saw her eyes brighten with
tears. "Of course, If there'd been any
news; IL there'd been anything to find,
we'd have heard
Silently he reached across the table
and patted the hand that lay there on
the white cloth.
"Oh. ! know / oughtn't to cry" she
said, IAN / won't; it's your goodness
and kindness to me as much as any
thing else. Ever since he went away
you've beer like a father to me, and,
Tom, dear old Tom, like a brother. And
then building this ship and coming up
here yourself. facing the dangers your
self. and letting Ton face them, all
for such an impossible. hopeless hope
as that message the sea brought to us.
Her voice faltered there, and she
bent down abruptly and kissed the
hand that was still caressing her own.
MY child" he said, your father and
l were like brothers-nearer to each
other than most brothers. He went
away, knowing that if his venture
| failed, if it ended fatally for him, as 1t
probably did, l should regard you as
my daughter-as just as much a child
of mine as Tom is. II you hadn't been
in the case at all. we'd have bui1t MS
ship and come up here to find Tom
Fielding just the same There. don't
cry. Put on that big fur coat of yours
and come out with me on deck
It is safe to say that no craft W.
remotely resembling the Aurora had
ever cut the Arctic circle before; but
for all that, old Mr.. Fanshaw had
known what he was abou when he
ordered the building Of her. Captain