Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1911-05-02

The sky was perceptibly tightening
now. Daunt realized it with tighten
ing of all his muscles. 1t was the first
tentative withdrawal of the forces of
the dark Should he be in time? With
his free hand he loosened the coil of
the grapnel Suddenly the chances
seemed all against success. A feeling
of hopelessness caught him. He thought
of the two men he had left behind,
waiting-waiting What message would
come 10 them that morning?
CHAPTER IL
INFO THE SUNLIGHT.
On the deck of the white yacht the
captain rose to his feet The battle
fought on that .huddle of blankets for
the life of the man so hardly snatched
from the sea had been a close one, but
it had been won. His smile of salts
faction overran the group of observant
faces at one side. the bishop watching
with strained anxiety. and the girl who
pillowed in her arms that Unconscious
head with its drenched, brown curls.
Don't you be afraid Miss Fairfax"
he said, with bluff heartiness. He'll
be all right nowly
The assurance came to Barbara
heart with an infinite relief that he
could not guess. At the first sight of
the huge bird-like thing slipping down
the sky she had known the man cling
ing to it's frame-work was Daunt The
stricken moments while the wreck OF
the great Vanes lay outspread on the
water--the launch of the yachts boat,
and the lifting of the limp form over its
eunwale-the cruelty kind ministrations
that had brought breath back to the
inert body-these had seemed to her to
consume dragging hours of agony. a
thunder of guns roared across the wa
ter, but she scarcely heard Her eyes
were fixed on the face to which the tide
of life was returning.
Again the, roar, and now the sound
pierced the saturating darkness. 1t
called the numbed senses back to the
sphere >of feeling-to a consciousness OF
an immense WEAKNESS and gentle mo-
ton 1t seemed to Daunt as though his
head rested on pillow which rose and
fell to an irregular rhythm. He stirred.
His eyes opened.
Memory dawned across them. Haru's
story-the windy flight on the Glider
the sick sense of failure-the plunge
down, and down, and the water leaping
toward him! Had he failed? A third
time the defamation rang out. He
gaze swept the sea. There, flags fly
ing, bands playing, a line of Dread
naughts was steaming down the har-
bor
"The battleshipsV' he said, and there
was triumph in his eyes.
He turned his head and saw the bish-
op, the silent crew, the relieved counte-
nance of the captain. Realization came
to him Soft arms were about him;
the pillow that rose and fell was a wom-
ans heaving breast! His gaze lifted,
and Rarbara's eyes flowed into his He
nut out a hand weakly and whispered
her name.
She did not speak but in that look
a glory EMBODIED him. 1t was not wom-
anly pity in her face-it was far, far
more, something wordless, but eloquent,
yelled, yet passionately tender. lie
knew suddenly that after the long night
had come the morning, after the pain
and the misunderstanding all would be
we'll.
For an instant he closed his eyes
smiling. The darkness was gone Tor
ever. His head was on her heart, and
il was her dear arms that were lifting
him up, into the sunlight, the sunlight
the sunlight
CHAPTER LII.
KNOW ALL MEN BY THESE PRES
ENTS.
Long, MINDLESS, golden days of spring
and falling cherry petals. with cloud piles
like fleecy pillars, with fringing palm
pIumes and bamboo foliage turned from
yellow cadmium to tawny green.
Drowsy. lotos-eating days of summer
among purple hills wound in luminous
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