Dakota farmers' leader. (Canton, S.D.) 1890-19??, 1911-05-05

self into a man and look at me in sur
prise, and ask me, in English, what
in the world 1 am doing here-1 had
| the yacht; and ask me if I'm real"
There was a moment of silence aft
er that. Unconsciously they drew a
little nearer together. Then Cayley
spoke. I'm real, at any rate he
said; "at least I'm a tax payer, and l
weigh 100 pounds, and I have a name
and address. It's Philip Cayley, II
that will make me seem more natural,
and my headquarters this summer are
over on Point Barrow"
I'm not dreaming, them she csked
obviously.
mo-" he said; eff 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 it with an almost voice
less Eyes" Then she approached,
half fearfully, the thing he called his
wings"
ct is made of quite commonplace
materials" he said with a smile
split bamboo and carbon and catgut
and a fabric of bladders, cemented
with fish glue. And folding 1t up is
| rather an unsainly 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 skiing the
| service of her. The next moment her
words confirmed it.
You wanted me to make sure, ]
suppose, that it would not turn into a
great roc when I touched 1t and ny
away with me to the Valley of Ola.
monds." She patted the furled wing
gently with both hands. II suppose"
she continued, "on could dream al
wildly as this, although l never have
unless, of course, this Is a dream.
But" and now she held out her hand
to him, but I hope I am awake. And
my name is Jeanne Fielding
he ndu Iuc LdAo III Aio onu HoSASSN
how live and strong and warm 1t was,
before she pronounced her name. At
the sound Of it, he glanced at her curl.
ously: but all he said just then was,
THANK YOU and busted himself I'M
mediately with completing the r1t .
of furling his wings.
When he had finished, he tossed the
sheep-skin down in a little hollow in
the doe. and with a gesture invited
her to be seated.
ooh, I've a great pile of bear skins
out here" she said. quite a ridiculous
pile of them, considering 1t is no a
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 in
the little nest she had made for her
self, before he reverted to the idea
which had sprung up in his mind
upon hearing her name. There was
a Captain Fielding once" he said
slowly. who set out from San Fran
cisco half a dozen years G in the
hope of discovering the pole by the
way of Behring strait. His ship was
never seer again, nor was any word
| received from him. Finding you here
and hearing your name, l wondered"
YES" she said gravely, "he was my
father. We got news of him last win.
ter, if you could call it news, for II
vas four years old before it reached
us. A whaler in the arctic feet
picked up a floating bottle with a mes
sage from him telling where he was.
! So we have come here to find him
at least to find where he died, for l
suppose there is no hope-never so
much as a grain of hope of anything
better"
(To BE coNTINuED.o