The Irish standard., 1911-09-02

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clue to where the stores are hidden in
fathers journal or in the maps?"
He laid down the drum-stick he had
been about to bite into. and gazed at
her, partly In establishment, partly in
sort OF amused dismay that the idea
had not occurred to him before THAT
suggestion" he said, lis worth the
whole Of my days work. OF course
that's the way to begin our search
the only way. and tomorrow morn
Ang-
Tomorrow morningl I thought tho
worst thing you could possibly say
would be after supper. l wanted to
let the duck 60 and begin the search
now" She smiled at him. You'll
compromise, won't you. on directly
after supper?"
He assented with . laugh. IF you
can keep awake, but the first time
catch you nodding-"
All right" she said, "only let's hur.
~ with the duck" Then. little later,
1T can't be possible, can 1t, that we're
going to eat the whole Of 1t at one
meal? It's beginning to look that
way"
There was one compensation to the
rudeness Of their fare and the exc
Equity Of their equipment Clearing
up after dinner was an operation of
extreme simplicity.
When 1t was completed. Philip
heaped moro wood on tho fro, and in
the glow of the cracking flames they
spread out the maps and began their
search.
Il believe" said Cayley, that the
Journal will be worth more than the
maps in this search of ours tonight.
Anyway. while you work one I can
work the other"
She nodded, picked up tho journal
and crossed over with 1t to another
Of the hunks There she seated her.
self, tucked her feet up comfortably
under her. tailor-fashion, and, prop
ping her chin upon one palm, began to
read The light coming from behind
her made. to Cayleys vision, misty
halo of her hair, and played softly
over the cheek and the fingers thai
were half embedded in It,
The sight of her made it hard fos
him to stick to his maps But present
ly he looked up with sudden ques
ton. DO you happen to find any.
thing" he began, and then broke Oh
shortly.
From her face, half-shaded as II
was, he could see that what she had
been reading Just then was no mere
description Of this land upon which
they had been cast away. but some.
she had lost here.
There's something perfectly terri
flying" she said, about fathers de-
scription Of this man Roscoe. Over
hero near the end. before the sun
came back to them, he tells of going
out for walk by himself and of dis.
covering that Roscoe was stalking
him, in the hope, he thought, of dis.
covering, in advance of the others,
where the gold ledge was. In the twt.
light. father says, he looked, in his
white bear.skins. perfectly enormous
and Incredible. And Philip"
She closed the book, holding it tight
In both hands. and leaning forward
| little ms she went on, "and Philip, his
description sounds-oh, suppose it's
silly, but it sounds like the thing |
thought I saw today when was alone
there on the beach. before you came
flying down out Of the sky. 1t didn't
look like bear. 1t wouldn't have
been 80 dreadful If it had"
ITS possible" he said gravely, 1T
may have been he whom frightened
off when ] came down last night. Ger.
tainly there was somebody, and that
somebody may still be here on shore,
though l supposed he had gone out to
it's very strange. II there Is any one,
that we could have passed whole
day without encountering him."
The girl shivered; then, with
shake Of her head as II Diminishing the
uncanny thought from her mind, said:
You started to ask me about some
thing else, and interrupted"
1t took him moment to collect his
thoughts. "Oh, yes. There's some
thing marked here on this map which
] took ut first for the location of the
hut, but 1t appears now that 1t was
marked before they built It, wonder
; II. In the early pages of the journal,
there was description Of any natural
formation about hero like a cave,
| Or"
! She made as II to open the book.
then, suddenly, changed her intention
and held it out to him. instead.
Y haven't been playing fair" she
said. II wasn't really looking for any.
thing. was Just reading stories and
dreaming over them. It's his hand.
writing, think, that makes It so hard
to be good. 1t's-well. almost like
hearing his voice. Won't you work
the book and the maps and give me
something to do-with my hands, I
mean?-oh, know I'm tired, but that
doesn't matter"