Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1911-06-16

tHdC what ne na0 seen at the hut last
night during the storm had been moth
ing but hallucination None the less.
he knew that 1t would be easier to
walk past that empty hut in full broad
day, than in this tricky, misty, uncer-
tain light of dawn
He carried out this plan at cnce,
to the point that is, of going up the
glacier to the cave, building a fire
there and satisfying his sharp hunger
with an enormous meal. But he had
not slept at all the night before, and
now the warmth and the satisfaction
of his appetite made his nerveless
hand release the bone he was gnaw-
ing, and caused him to roll over be-
side the fire and to fall asleep.
He slept deeply for number Of
hours Then, arming himself with a
throwing stick and a number Of darts,
he stepped outside the cave, intent
upon his expedition to the other side
of the peninsula where there was a
possibility of finding the yacht
The cave was situated some little
distance up the glacier. and the
shortest, though by far the more diff
ficult. way of reaching his destination
lay. not along the beach but up
through the interior valley and across
the precipitous coast range Of hills.
1t was not the natural way to go,
but the fact that it was actually short
err gave him q sort Of excuse for avoid
ing another visit, just now, to the
scene Of his discontinue of the night
before. He swore at himself, not so
much for taking this course as for the
reasons which his common sense al
legged against him.
His present route took him close
to the gold ledge. and the sight OF the
ineXtaustible. precious, useless metal
that remained here brought upon him
for the first time. in full force, a
sense Of his loss, a sense of what that
luckless trip ashore from the Aurora
in search Of that rosewood box had
cost him.
At an increased pace he descended
from the glacier, crossed the valley
and scaled the landward side of enc
Of the mountains of tie coast range.
to a notch where he could command
a view of the sea to the westward
He saw there what, i'll the bottom Of
his mind, he had all along been sure
he would sce-nothing but another
barren, bleak horizon.
At that, for while, his foriitude
broke down, and he raVed and wert
and cursed like one demented. But at
last, spent s0bered. conscious once
more Of a sharp hunger. he climbed
little farther Up the mountain to
ledge, where, as his minute knowledge
found a number of looms sitting. He
killed one of these birds with a dart.
and then, like the brute he was, ate it
raw and warm.
BY that time it was late in the aft
ernoon. B~avado, combined with a
ceeded in retaining. to the effect that
all his terror Of the night before had
resulted from nothing more serious
than a nightmare, led him to decide to
so home by way Of the beach, rather
than along the difficult interior trail
up which he had come.
The descent from the cliff-head to
the beach was nothing TO a man of his
inhuman strength and activity, though
an ordinary skilled mountaineer might
have hesitated before attempting it,
Nevertheless, twO-thirds of the way
down he nearly fell-but for luck he
would have fallen, for he caught a
glimpse of a lonely figure. quarter of
a mile away. perhaps, seated upon
ledge. bending forward, chin In hand,
in an attitude which recalled, and
horribly echoed, that of the man he
long ago had murdered.
When he had steadied himself lit
tie, he made his way cautiously down
to the level of the beach His emotions
were divided about equally between
fear and anger. the anger existing be-
cause of the fear
With infinite caution he approached
that lonely, unsuspecting figure, slip
ping from the SuSIISI Vi one IOCh "
that of one little nearer.
Three times his left hand drew back
the throwing-s stick. balanced and
aimed along line that would send its
thin ivory dart as swiftly and as sure
ly TO that beautiful throat as the one
that had found and transfxed Perry
Hunters; and three times his mus
cles braced themselves for the effort
to propel it. But each time, with a
breathless cath, he lowered the
weapon again, and with the back of
his hairy hand wiped the sweat from
his forehead.
The act had none of the quality of
mercy in it; it was simply the result
of a logical dilemma. If ne thing he
saw before him were a ghost, the
ghost of the man he had already mur-
dered, his dart would do no harm If
1t were not a ghost; If it were what it
looked more and more like as he drew
nearer, living, breathing woman-he
licked his lips and wrung them with
his hand-if 1t were a won IN, he did
not want to kill her. II he could be
sure. could only be sure. he would
drop his weapon and make one rush
and hold her helpless in those great