The Mena weekly star., 1911-01-19
CHAPTER II.
The Girl on the Ice FIoe.

she stood there on the foe confront
ing him, not ten feet away, and at
,,.. sight of her Philip Cayieys eyes
|" \. widened. what in the world" he
gasped. Then stared at her speech
less.
She was clad, down to the knees, in
|-tealskin. and below its edge he could
sec the tops of her small fur-trimmed
.bodts. Upon her head she wore a
slitt1e turban-like cap of seal. The
1smsrtly tailored lines of the coat en-
Iphasized her young slenderness. Her
Abootmaker must have had a reputa-
uon upon some metropolitan boule-
N yard, and her head-gear came clearly
II under the category of what is known
ae modes Her eyes were very blue
Y and her hair was golden. warmed. he
thought. as she stood there in the
ha,. orange twilight, with CLINT OF red.
P0n3 Cayley gasped again, as he took in
he details of this vision. Then col
sxJected himself. Il beg your pardon"
10 Hammered. Il don't mean to be
rudely inquisitive, bat what. in the
gem world. is a person like you doing In
Pu his part of it--that Is. II you are real
Pat ALI This is latitude rs, and no
r O,artesrapher who ever lived has put
ate hat coast-line yonder into his maps.
|ntKYet here. in this nameless bay. find
tina yacht. and on this ice foe, in the
ctwilight. you"
|eaf She shook her head little impa-
Pf utiently. and blinked her eyes. as II to
lnslear them of a vision "Of course"
|entiIhe said. Il know I've fallen asleep
lntysnd this Is dream of mine, but even
hleSor dream. aren't you little I'M
pne reasonable? Yachts are a natural
ID belode Of conveyance across the ocean.
|yill Fou md them IN many bays-some-
saysmes In nameless ones-and they al
|1ontays have people on them. But you
BIRD l-you come wheeling down, out of a
all tght sky. like some great nocturnal
paihfd. and alight here on the foe be-
|hanhde me. And then you change your
fully IL into a man and look at me in sur
for Else, and ask me, in English, what
Et PA the world | am doing here--I had
-e yacht; and ask me II I'm real
There was moment of silence aft
n rV5 that. Unconsciously they drew a
PEaltle nearer together. Then Cayley
'oke I'm real. at any rate" he
ID at least I'm tax payer, and !
--sigh $50 pounds. and ! have a name
ID address. It's Philip Cayley. II
At will make me seem more natural,
d my headquarters this summer are
er on Point Barrow"
I'm not dreaming, them" she asked
Ibiouely.
NO." he said: IF either of us is
Gaming. it's not you. May furl up
wings and talk to you for awhile?'
Her eyes were on the broad-spread,
immering planes which lay on the
behind him. She seemed hardly
have heard his question. though
|he cone answered It with an almost voice
notis yes" Then she approached.
+ II fearfully. the thing he called his
apps'ings.r
he pasrIt is made of quite commonplace
patrGAterials," he said with smile
I0an pEit bamboo and carbon and catgut
Il fabric OF biadders, cemented
liau th nsh glue. And folding it up is
in Sa4her an ungainly job. The birds still
h ever We the advantage of me there In
Nv. strong wind it's not very easy to do
lhout damaging something Would
away u mind slipping that Joint for me
It ore right by your hand? It's Just
ca fishing rod"
5he did as he asked, and her smile