Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1911-04-06

self into a man and look at me in u
prise, and ask me, in English, what
in the world l am doing here-I had
the yacht; and ask me if I'm real"
There was a moment Of silence aft
er that. Unconsciously they drew a
little together. Then Cayley
spoke. I'm real, at any rate" he
said; "at least I'm q tax payer, and
weigh 100 pounds, and I have a nam
and address. It's Philip Cayley, \
that will make me more natural,
and my headquarters this summer are
over on Point Barrow"
I'm not dreaming, them" she asked
obviously.
NO." he said; IF either of us Is
dreaming, it's not you. May I 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"
at is made of quite commonplace
materials" he said with a smile
split bamboo and carbon and catgut
and a fabric Of bladders, cementeS
with fish glue. And folding 1t up Is
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 a 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, ]
suppose, that it would not turn into a
great roc when I touched 1t and fly
away with me to the Valley of Dia'
monds." She patted the furled wing
gently with both hands. II suppose"
she continued, zone could dream az
wildly as this, although l eve have
unless, Of course, this is a dream,
But" and now she held out her hand
to him, "but I hope a am awake. And
my name is Jeanne Fielding"
He had the hand in his, and noticed
how live and strong and warm it was,
before she pronounced her name, Az
the sound of 1t, he glanced at her curl
ously; but all he said Just then was
THANK you" and busted himself Inn
mediately with completing the process
Of furling his wings.
When he had finished, he tossed the
sheep-skin down in a 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 it is not .
cold night; and we can make our
| selves comfortable here, or go aboard
the yacht. just as you please"
They were seated side by side IL
} the little nest she had made for her
self, before he reverted to the ides
which had sprung up in his MIND
upon hearing her name. There wal
, a Captain Fielding once" he sale
t slowly. who set out from San Fran
cisco half a dozen years ago, in thu
hope Of discovering the pole by thu
. way of Behring strait. His ship wal
never seer again, nor was any Wort
y received from him. Finding you herr
0 and hearing your name, I wondered
. Eyes" she said gravely, "he was m!
father. We got news of him last win
ter. II you could call 1t news, for !
was four years old before 1t reaches
l us. A whaler in the arctic flee
picked UP a floating bottle with a mes
sage from him telling where he was
So we have come here to find him
u at least to find where he died, for
suppose there is no hope-never .
much as a grain Of hope Of anythinJ
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