The Arvada enterprise., 1911-05-18

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the coast and the account Of his
plight. together with the course which
the relief ship must take. should such
. relief ship b sent out, TO have any
hope at all OF reaching them.
Il suppose" his narrative for this
day concluded. there 10 hardly one
chance in ten thousand that my mes
sage will svsr b picked up. and GER
tainly not oos fn . million that It will
be found IN tms to bring An effective
relief. Hovsvsr. It helps to keep the
others cheerful, and that II the main
At the close Of the days entry was
single line which contracted her
heart with . sharp spasm Of pain.
This = Jeanns's birthday" It said.
She resumed hsr reading presently.
and came to the point where tho Wal
rus psople entered into the narrative;
their plight. their rescue and their
welcome BY the thrss men, who by
now wsss ths only survivors of the
original expedition.
oas was reading faster now, with
noos Of those little meditative pauses
thas had marked her progress through
ths earlier pages Of the journal, for
ths sinister termination OF the nara
Tive began to foreshadow itself dark
y. from the moment-the first mo-
msnt Of the appearance OF the Walrus
people on the scene. Her fathers de-
scr1ption Of the man Roscoe. of the
saprsssion that had been plain to read
In his face a. he had listened to the
account of the gold-bear1ng ledge
aoroSs the glacier. gave her q shudder-
Ing premonition: apparently, her IA
thsr had experienced the same feeling
himself. Day after day Roscoe'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
ing's spirit That, was the day the sun
came back to them. putting an end to
their long arctic night. TT has been
hard winter" he wrote, "and I am
glad 1t is over The hardest thing
about 1t has been our sleeplessness
from which we have all suffered. To
day we have enjoyed a change, having
taken walk along the beach. Even
Roscoe seems humanized little by a
return Of the, frank sunshine, and may,
perhaps. develop into tolerable com.
panion. Tomorrow I have promised.
II 1t 10 flne. 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 the array of blank pages
before her told her that she had
reached the end. Then she read tho
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 1t were not for
my conviction that the danger from
him Is largely personal to myself, that
he means me and no other, probably,
for his victim. l think I should have
him shot as a measure of justiflable
prevention. He is not a man, but
great sinister brute-literally sinister,
for he Is left-handed / shall walk
warily. and hope the crisis may soon
be over" Evidently that part of his
wish had come true.
Tho 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 It's 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
moving 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.