Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1911-10-06

palm pressed the tears out Of her
eyes.
You aren't strong enough yet to be
used as the support for really good
cry" Her voice was shaky and her
speech uneven. There were still some
little half suppressed sobs in 1t. But
she turned her face again towards
the southern horizon. "If that's the
army wig-wag l ought to be able to
read 1t. Tom taught 1t to me years
ago. Perhaps-perhaps 1t is he who Is
signaling now"
WAS there a search-light on the Au-
rora2" Philip asked II didn't notice
when saw her" He tried to make
the question sound casual but his
voice was hardly steadier than hers.
"Oh. yes" she said. ut was one OF
the things we laughed at Uncle Jerry
for insisting upon, but he insisted
just the same It's very powerful
light, Philip" she said suddenly, after
a little silence. is It not plain in-
possible, that that we see over there?
You know you said. and father said
in his journal, that there was no posi-
bility Of relief in the winter. Philip
Philip, isn't 1t madness--is it the ice
madness?"
But before he could answer they
heard rifle-shot ring out in the still
air.
NO" he cried, "the long wait is
over. Thank God they are here. Fire,
Jeanne! Fire the revolver Let them
know they are in time" His lips trem-
bled and tears glistened in his eyes.
1t was lying under her hand. There
were only three cartridges left,
but she fired them all into the air.
Then, almost before the echo from
the cliff behind them had died away,
they heard dim hail in human
voice-a voice that broke sharply as if
the shout had ended in sob.
TITS Tom,' she said.
Gall out! It's your voice he'll want
to hear" But it was a moment be-
, fore she could command 1t. She call
, ed his name twice, and then third
7 time, with a different infection, for a
long, leaping flicker of freight had re-
vealed a little knot of figures round
ing one Of the great ice-crags that
covered the frozen harbor. One fig
ure, little in advance of the others,
dashed forward at a run. Jeanne
sprang to meet him.
For little while Cayley stood hesi-
tadng before the fire, Just where
Jeanne, in her impulsive rush toward
their rescuers, had left him, then slow
ly. he followed her.
The party on the ice was moving
landward again. Even at Philips slow
pace, the distance between them was
narrowing. Jeanne and young Fan
shaw were coming on ahead. He saw
her stop suddenly and throw an arm
around the mans neck. She was
laughing and crying all at once, and
there We're tears in the mans eyes,
too. Philip expected that. He knew
that Fanshaw loved her. His memory
of that fact was all that redeemed his
memory of their encounter. on the Au-
rora's deck.
But, what he did not expect, was
to see Fanshaw suddenly release him,
self from the girls embrace and come
straight toward him. That was not
the most surprising thing-not that
nor the hand which Fanshaw was hold
ing out to him. 1t was the look in the
young mans face.
There was a powerful emotion work
ing there, but no sign of any conflict
no resistance, no reluctance. 1t was
the face of man humble in the pres
ence of a miracle. He stripped of
his gauntlet and gripped Cayley's
hand. 1t was moment before he
could speak.
TITS only just now" he said, nov
| that see you here together that
| find 1t hard to believe. Because I've
known all along that you were here
with her, keeping her alive until W,
could get back to her. I've been tn,
only one who has had any hope a
all, and with me It's been a certaint.
rather than a hope. It's as If 1 hat
seen you here, together. I've seen yo,
so a thousand times, but now, that d,
actually. with my own eyes, it's har'
to > His voice broke there
There was a moment of silence, thel
he went on: You must try to for
give us, Cayley-me, in particular, TO
I'm the one who needs 1t most. W.
+ know the truth of that old story now
No, it wasn't Jeanne who told it wa
u poor Hunter himself in letter. HI
10 had written 1t long ago, and 1t wa
10 among his papers. l want you TO rea
Il it sometime. l think, perhaps. whel
H. you do you will be able to forgive him
's too"
At That's done already" said PhiliL
9r NO, not long ago-within the last fey
lg hours. Come, shall we go back to tn
fire? l suppose We had better wal
at for another moonrise before we try t
get to the Aurora"
Ie 1T was six months later. a blazing
blue July day, when the gunboat Yorl
g. town lifted North Head, the norther
e. portal of the Golden Gate. Tom Far
ID shaw and his father had gone to th