The Julesburg grit-advocate., 1911-06-01

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IL relSsl ship ouse tako. sAoull such
Q rsliaf ship - sent out, TO have any
Aops q sli q reaching then.
Il suD0osa." he narrative for this
1ay eoaeluAsl. ''tAsso 10 hardly one
chance In tsa thousand that my mss-
sa0s viii ever b picked up. and Ger
tainly not oas In . million that Il Will
b found n dine TO bring IN elective
rsfise. However. It hslps to keep the
others cheerful. and that 10 the maia
AZ tie close oe the days entry was
. sinsis line which contracted her
heart with . sharp spasm Of pain.
This 10 Jsanas's birthday" It said.
She resumed her reading presently.
and came to the point whore the Wal
rus psopls entered into the narrative:
their plight their rescue and their
Welcome By the thrss men, who BY
now were The only survivor of the
original expedition.
NE was reading faster now, with
none Of those little msditahvs pauses
that had marked her progress through
the earlier pages Of the Journal. for
the sinister termination Of the nara
tive began to foreshadow itself dark
y. from the momsnt-ths first mo
meat Of the appearance Of he Walrus
psople on the scene. Her fathers do
scription Of the man Roscoe. Of the
s1prsssion that had bssn plain to read
In his face - he had listened to the
account Of the old-bsarinS ledge
across the glacier. gave her Q shuddsr-
ing prsmoniton: apparently. her f.
thsr had sxpsrisnced the same feeling
himself. Day after day Roscos's name
appeared. always accompanied By
some little phase Of misgiving.
For Just one day this dread seemed
to have been lifted from Captain Field
ings spirit That was the day the sun
came back to them. putting an end to
their long arctic night. 1T has been
hard winter" he wrote. "and l am
glad 1t 10 over. The hardest thing
about 1t has been our sleeplessness.
from which We have all suffered. To
day We have enjoyed q change, having
takan . walk along the beach. Even
Roscoe seems humanixed . little by .
return Of the frank sunshine. and may,
perhaps. develop into . tolerable com
psnion. Tomorrow I have promised.
II It 10 flns. to guide them across the
glacier to the gold ledge"
IL was the next to the last entry in
the journal. She turned the page.
paled and pressed her lips tight to-
gether when tho array Of blank pages
before her told her that she had
reached the end. Then she read the
last words her father had ever writ
ten.
Took the Walrus people to the
ledge today. Have no heart to de-
scribe the scene that they enacted
there. The man Roscoe certainly
means to kill me. II II were not for
my conviction that the danger from
him 10 largely personal to myself. that
he means me and no other. probably,
for his victim, I think I should have
ss4sAA oA4SS - - uVNDu0 "a y0BSluaUA0
prevention. He IL not . man, but q
great sinister brute-literally sinister,
for he 10 left-handed. shall walk
warily. and hope the crisis may soon
be over" Evidently that part of his
wish had come true.
The book slipped out Of the girls
hands. and she sat, with horror-widen-
ed eyes. staring at the candle. until 1t
guttered and went out. Slowly. the
outside world began to take its place
again around her. She knew that she
was shivering. half-frozen, that the icy
wind was whining through the cracks
In her rude shelter.
She thought she heard some one
about outside. and that
thought brought her quickly to her
feet She made her way to the door
Of the hut. called out: waited breath
less instant-and cried aloud In sud
den terror.