Tulsa daily world. [volume] (Tulsa, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1905-1919, 1911-03-05

was left alone, the girl added fresh
sticks to the fre and then. In default
OF any more active occupation, took
up the red-bound book which lay be-
side her and began once more TO pc
ruse It's pages, She had by no means
exhausted them In her reading Of
the night before, she had skipped the
pages OF scientific description for
those parts OF the journal which were
most purely personal. Even now the
whole pages Of carefully tabulated
data concerning the winds, currents,
temperature, and magnetic variations
got scant attention. In her present
mood the homeliest little adventure,
the idlest diversion Of winters day
meant more TO her than all her IA
TIERS discoveries put together. When
she saw Cayley coming back toward
her across the ice, she put the book
down half reluctantly,
Evidently his quest for breakfast
had not been in vain; he had big
black and white bird IN his hand. go
you suppose it's NJ to eat? she
called out to him. How in the world
did you manage to kill It without the
revolver?"
"Fit to eat It's a duck What's
more, it's an elder, when means that
her coat is worth saving"
"But how did you contrive to kill
herr"
81 didn't. She killed herself. She
was flying too low last night, | sup
pose-going down the gale, and in the
fog she went smack into the side OF
the cliff and broke her neck. That was
a very destructive storm for the birds.
There must be 80 OF them, of one kind
and another, lying dead there along
the top OF the talus, at the foot of the
cliff"
And that's what might have hap
pened, oh. so easily, to you. Yes, It
might. I've been realizing that And
sha'n't forget" Her eyes had bright
ened and she pressed her hands TO
them for Just one moment; then she
Strengthened up brlskly. Anyway, I'll
not make scene about It now" she
said 'Tll show little practical
sense and help you with the break.
fast"
mo. we're camping out today, and
on such occasions the men always do
the cooking. Go back to your book
while | skin this fowl and dress H."
Then as she still hesitated, he went
on: "The most beautiful garment |
ever saw, anywhere, was on Chu-
cote Indian girl It was made Of moth
ing but the breasts Of these elders.
But the process isn't pretty. I'd much
rather you went back TO your book"
Seeing that he meant It, she did
as he asked. A single half page Of
what was written upon those closely
ruled pages was enough to absorb her
again completely. The power It had
over her seemed to grow rather than
to lessen When Cayley came up with
the big bird which was to serve for
their breakfast, impaled upon a sharp
stick ready to be roasted over the
fire, she no more than looked up at
him, with a smile very friendly, but
half.npologetic, and then went on with
her reading He crouched down near
by her, built a little framework OF
sticks above the fire and began his
cooking.
It was, perhaps, ten minutes after
that when he saw the book drop sud
denly from her hands. When he
glanced up at her, she was looking
seaward--out over those miles OF
plunging, heaying ice. And, under his
eyes, her face turned white as marble
Her bloodless lips were parted They
did not move at all and they looked az
II they were frozen. He could not
see that she was breathing. Her eyer
were turned away from him and he
was glad Of that. For another moment
more, at least he need not read the
look in them. For now, at last. he
was sure she understood. He himself
fixed his eyes upon the nre and
waited
There's something here" she whis
pered, here In this book Of fathers
that-that | want you to read"
It was still open at the page she hat
been reading when she had dropped
IT, With his first glance at what wai
written there he saw how she hat
come, so suddenly 20 understand.
September 1Sth.-Field.ice caInt
into the bay last night, Just as It hai
come at about this season in the two
preceding years-a dense fog and 9
whole gale blowing from the east. Tt
me its coming is relief. 1t ia, in
way, the Official beginning Of winter
The tantalizing hope Of rescue Il
now put away on the shelf to wait FOL
another summer After all, to men II
our condition temporary hopeless
ness is much more comfortable thar
bspe itself The long winter nigh
gives an opportunity to revive our be
lief that with another season OF opel
water, rescue will come.
"I have been very busy lately stock
ing our larder for the next six months
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