Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1911-06-15

everything inside is quite u~ndisturbed.
| doubt If a single member Of the wal
rus crew ever saw 1t, or ever sus
pected that such a place existed"
He unbuttoned his jacket and took
from an inner pocket a scrap Of pa
per.
Being a methodical person." he ex
planned, II made an inventory. It's
really quite a respectable list"
She seated herself beside him on
the bunk as If to read the paper.
Il imagine you will need an inter-
prefer" he said. I've half forgotten
what these tracks mean myself. My
hands were so stiff with the cold 1t
wasn't very easy to write. But that
first word is telescope. And then
there are the meteorological instru-
ments, barometers, thermometers, and
SO on, and the Phoenix's compass, sex
tant and chronometer, a microscope,
a ~parrafine oven and a big chunk Of
parafine, an oil lamp, a 1ve-gallon can
about half full of oil, and a small
stove. There was a providential treas
ure for me in the form of a razor,
which they used, I suppose, for cutting
microscopic sections with. I'm glad
they hadn't a microtone to do it prop
erly."
you didn't find a comb for me, did
you?" she asked. Because, unless
you did, or until you do, you won't
be allowed to use the razor"
Il suppose I could make you one,
or a sort Of one. 1t would be genuine
ivory, anyway"
He had come, apparently. to the end
of the list.
Well" she said, II suppose we
might find something to do with al
most any one of those things; some
of them will be useful, certainly. And
it's pleasant, somehow, to think Of our
little pilot house, all showed in, up
there on the cliff head, and Of III in
side passage leading up to it"
That's quite true" he said. Il sup
pose it's all romantic nonsense, but 1t
does give one a certain feeling Of Sc
security. . However" he went
on, we're not reduced as yet to any
thing as intangible as that as a sub
ject for giving thanks. You haven't
seer the whole Of my list yet. I've
saved the best till the last"
He turned the paper over In his
hand as he spoke. She did not attempt
to read what he had written, but sat
there beside him, her hands clasped
about one knee, her eyes upon the
booted foot which was poised across
the other, and waited rather tensely
for him to tell her.
TITS not so very much, but 1t will
mean an immense lot TO US. What
people die of in the arctic is not SO
often disease or accident, or even, di'
rectly, cold or starvation. They die
more often OF disgust and WEAKNESS
and exhaustion. Your father knew
that, and he set apart from his gen
eral stores some Injuries and delica.
cies. or things that would seem to be
such to men in their plight, to be used
against emergency. I'm sure that's
why he took them UP there and hid
them away. Part Of them are left.
wish he could have known to whom
they we're going to be of use. There's
a little cask with brandy in it, a good
sized pot nearly full Of beef extract, 6
jar Of dried eggs, three tins Of con
densed milk, a big ten-pound box o.
Albert biscuit"
His voice broke off there sharply
but without the downward infection
she would have expected had he
reached the end. SO she looked quick
ly and curiously up into his face. Al
quickly, her eyes sought the bit Of pa
per which still lay open in his hand.
"You didn't finish" she said. There
was something else"
Il thought too late. oh! it's moth
ing, but 1t caught me-rather, and
thought l would spare you the twing'
that finding 1t had given me. I nigh
better have read 1t right out. 1t wal
a big plum pudding. in a tin, 70,
know-Cross & BlackwAll'g But there