The Julesburg grit-advocate., 1911-04-20

self into man and look at me in sur
prise. and ask me, in English. what
in the world am doing hers| had
the yacht; and ask me II I'm real"
There was q moment Of silence AFT
er that. Unconsciously they drew .
little nearer together. Then Cayley
spoke. I'm real, at any rate" he
said; 'at least I'm q tax payer. and
weigh 100 pounds. and have a name
and address It's Philip Cayley. II
that will make me seem more natural.
and my headquarters this summer are
over on Point Barrow"
I'm not dreaming them" she asked
dubiously.
NO" he said: 'if either Of US 10
dreaming. it's not you. May furl up
my wings and talk to you for awhile?"
Her eyes were on the broad-spread.
shimmering planes which lay on the
ice behind him. She seemed hardly
to have heard his question. though
she answered 1t with an almost voice
less yes" Then she approached.
half fearfully, the thing he called his
wings"
'It is made of quite commonplace
materials" he said with . smile
split bamboo and carbon and catgut
and fabric of bladders. cementsd
with fish glue. And folding 1t up 10
rather an ungainly Job. The birds still
have the advantage Of me there. In
a strong wind It's not very easy to do
without damaging something. Would
you mind slipping that Joint for me
that one right by your hand! It's Just
like fishing rod"
She did as he asked, and her smile
convinced him that she had at least
half-guessed his purpose in asking the
service OF her. The next moment her
words confirmed 1t.
You wanted me to make sure, l
suppose that 1t would not turn into
great roc when I touched 1t and fly
away with me to the Valley Of Dta-
gently with both hands. Il suppose"
she continued, "one could dream a.
vividly as this, although l never have
unless. of course, this Is a dream.
But" and now she held out her hand
to him, but hope am awake. And
my name is Jeanne Fielding"
He had the hand in his and noticed
before she pronounced her name. At
the sound OF 1t, he glanced at her curl
ously; but all he said just then was.
Thank you" and busted himself i'm
mediately with completing the process
Of furling his wings.
When he had finished. he tossed tho
sheep-skin down In little hollow in
the foe. and with a gesture invited
her to be seated
"Oh. I've a great pile of bear skins
out here" she said quite a ridiculous
pile OF them, considering 1t Is not .
cold night: and We can make our
selves comfortable here, or 60 aboard
the yacht. Just as you please"
They were seated side by side In
the little nest she had made for her.
self. before he reverted to the idea
which had sprung up in his mind
upon hearing her name. There was
a Captain Fielding once." he said
slowly. who set out from San Fran.
cisco half dozen years ago. in the
hope Of discovering the pole by the
way Of Behring strait. His ship was
never seen again. nor was any word
received from him. Finding you here
and hearing your name. I wondered.
Yes" she said gravely. he was my
father. We got news Of him last win
ter, II you could call It news, for It
was four years old before 1t reached
us. A whaler in the arctic fleet
picked up a floating bottle with a mes
sage from him telling whore he was.
So we have come here to ind him
at least to md where he died. for
suppose there 10 no hope-never %
much ~ q grain Of hope Of anything
better"