The New era-leader. (Wagner, Charles Mix County, S.D.) 1911-1912, 1911-03-24

hill; they received his letters: thev
received the money he SEN them each
month-but they wanted him. The
girl wrote with merciless candor. He
had been away four years and II was
time for him to return. She told him
why. She wrote what they, in their
loving fear of ~inhicting pain, would
never have dared to say. At the end.
In a postscript, she had asked for his
congratulations on her approaching
marriage.
To Nathaniel this letter had been
a torment. He saw the truth as he
had W. seen 1t before-that his
place was back there in Vermont.
with his father and mother: and that
there was something unpleasant in
thinking of the girl as belonging to
another, But now matters had
changed. The letter was a hope and
inspiration to him and he smoothed
1t out with tender care. What a refuge
that little home among the Vermont
shiiiS "oulu ION " Wal lon. he
trembled at the thought and his heart
sang with the promise of 1t as he went
his way again through the thick
growth of the woods. -
1t was half an hour before he came
out upon the beach. Eagerly he
canned the sea-. The Typhoon was
nowhere in sight and for an instant
the gladness that had been in his
heart gave place to a chilling fear. But
the direction of the wind treasured
him. Casey had probably moved be-
yond the jutting ~promontory, that
swung in the form of a cart wheel
from the base of the point, that he
might have sea room in case of some
thing worse than a stiff breeze. But
where was the small boat? With
every step adding to his anxiety Ma.
thaniel hurried along the narrow rim
of beach. He went to the very tip
of the point which reached out like
the white forefinger Of a lady's hand
into the sea; he passed the spot where
he had lain concealed the preceding
day; his breath came faster and fast
err; he ran and called softly. and at
last halted in the arch of the cart
wheel with the fear full-faming in his
breast. Over all those miles of sea
there was no sign of the sloop. From
end to end of the point there was no
boat. What did 1t mean? Breathless-
ly he tore his way through the strip
of forest on the promontory until all
Lake Michigan to the south lay before
his eyes. The Typhoon vas gone!
Was 1t possible that Casey had aban-
doned hope of Nathaniel's return and
was already lying on st. James with
shotted gun? The thought sent a
shiver of despair through him. He
passed to the opposite side of the
point and followed it foot by foot, but
there was no sign of life, no distant
fash Of white that might have been
the canvas of the sloop Typhoon.
There was only one thing for him
to do-wait- So he went to his hiding
place OF the day before and watched
the sea with straining eyes. An hour
passed and his still aching vision saw
no sign of sail: two hours-and the
u was falling in q binding glare
over the Wisconsin wilderness. At
last he sprang to his feet with a hope
less cry and stood for a few moments
undecided. Should he wait until night
with the hope of attracting the atten-
ton of Neil and joining him in his
n or should he hasten in the d.
rection OF st. James? In the darkness
he might miss Neil. unless he kept
up q constant shouting. which would
probably bring the Mormons down
upon him: IL he went to st. James
there was q possibility OF reaching
Casey. He still had faith in Obadiah
and he was sure that the old man
would help him to reach his ship: he
might ven assist him In his scheme
of getting Marion from the island.
ITO BE CoNTINUED)