Perth Amboy evening news., 1911-07-20

read all about him IN the Sunday
Peace. If he gets us we're gone surel
He never gives you up unless you pay
him 100000. The paper said 30. And
II you don't pay you're killed. Oh,
dear me, what shall I do7 But won't
Commodore Brown help usf"
you goose!" said Miss Grayman,
her amusement at susan's stupidity
serving to animate her. "Of course
Commodore Brown won't help US. He's
the very man"
Commodore Brown is Alfonso Pay
ton!'
Susan could cay no more. She had
no words and remained staring at her
mistress with gaping mouth.
But where Will you go, Miss Helen1
Well get lost In the woods, and where
shall we sleep tonight?" she finally
gasped.
I'VE are lost already" replied Miss
Grayman gravely. 81 could not find
my way back If 1 wished to. As to
where we shall sleep, 1 don't know
on the ground, under a tree, 1 sup
pose"
But the bearsv'
1--WE must trust in God"
"And what shall we eat?"
To be killed? To starve? What were
these in comparison with meeting that
man again? Yet, by one Of those Gu
rious mental freaks to which we are
all subject, while Miss Grayman had
thought neither of wild beasts nor Of
food, the idea that they would need
covering at night had flashed upon
her. and it was for that reason that
she had sent Susan for the wraps.
And now they chung to these things
and logged them along as if their lives
and safety depended upon them alone.
Miss Grayman made no reply to Su-
sans questions about what they should
eat. She simply pressed on, and Susan
followed. Sometimes they We're caught
in tangles of spiny underground, from
which there seemed nc issue. Yet, on
and on they struggled. They were
wearing the stout garments that Pay
ton had recommended, but ever these
were becoming torn and disordered.
At last, wearied beyond expression,
they had to stop. 1t was getting dark
in the woods, and they knew that the
sun was near setting. Miss Grayman
selected a spot where the covering Of
pine needles was deep and soft, under
q group of trees, and, spreading her
cloak and bidding Susan dc the same
with her wrap, lay down. They were
worn out, hungry, thirsty, but they
had no supper. They wished for a
fire, but that could not be had. So
they lay down again, close together,
arms intertwined, the daughter of the
great Millionaire embracing her hum
bier sister, and finding a comfort in
her companionship that at least warm
ed her heart.
They tried to sleep, but, in addition
to the cold, noises now arose that
drove sleep from their tired eyes
strange sounds of the trackleos wilder
ness, distant, wailing screams that
gradually approached and filed them
with terror, ~rustlings among the
branches, the swapping of twigs in the
inky darkness, heavier sounds from
the depths Of the forest, animal voices
replying to one another. Eyes were
watching them, though they did not
know it. They twined their arms
closer and trembled, and at last sob
bod tnenthnr Tho cold increased, al
though, after a time, the nearer noises
ceased. At last, in spite of all the dis
comfort, they fell asleep.
Then a dark form moved stealthily
and silently from a thicket and ap-
preached them. 1t knelt beside the
troubled sleepers and listened. Final
~ it reached out long arms and eau
tiously spread a warm robe over them.
The next instant 1t had disappeared.
The sun was shining on the tree
tops when they awOke, both opening
their eyes at the same moment, dis
turbed probably by some noise. For
a few seconds Miss Grayman did not
realize where she was. Then it all
came back to her in a flash. Without
raising her head she said to Susan:
Thank heaven, the night is gone! We
have escaped, and today
A scream from Susan interrupted
her.
"Oh, Lord, look". cried the girl, who
had risen on her elbow.
Miss Grayman half rose in alright,
and there, sitting on a log, stolidly
staring at them, was Indian John.
Susan, after her fashion, tainted, but
Miss Grayman was stronger. AL