The Glenwood post., 1911-08-05
palm pressed N. tear out oe her

You aren't strong enough yet to Be
used a. the support for . really good
cry" Her voice was shaky and her
speech uneven. There were still some
little half suppressed sobs in It. But
she turned her face again towards
the southern horizon. "If that's the
army wig-wag l ought to be able to
read It Tom taught It to me years
ago. Perhaps-perhaps It Is he who Il
signaling now"
Was there a search-light on the An.
rora7" Philip asked II didn't notice
when l saw her." He tried to mako
the question sound casual, but his
voice was hardly steAdier than hers,
"Oh. yes." she said. "It was ono of
the things We laughed At Uncle Jerry
for insisting upon. but he insisted
Just the same. It's q very powerful
light Philip" she said suddenly, after
little silence. rs 1t not plain I'M
possible. that that we see over there!
You know you said. and father said
In his journal. that there was no possi-
bility Of a relief in the winter Philip
Philip. isn't 1t madness-is 1t the ice
madness?"
But before he could answer they
heard q ride-shot ring out in the stin
air.
No" he cried. the long walt IL
over. Thank God they arc here. Fire,
Jeanne! Fire tho revolver! Lot them
know they are in time" His lips trem-
bled and tears glistened IN his eyes.
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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.
IT'S Tom" she said.
Call out! It's your voice he'll want
to hear" But 1t was a moment be-
fore she could command 1t. She call
cd his name twice, and then a third
time. with 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 flg-
ure. little In advance OF the others.
dashed forward at run. Jeanne
spranG to meet him.
For 4 little while Cayley stood hesi-
tating before the Are, 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
~
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 were 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 tho
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 q moment before he
could speak.
IT'S only just now" he said, now
| that l 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 we
could get back to her. I've been the
only one who has had any hope at
all. and with me It's been 4 certainty
| rather than hope. It's as II | had
| seen you here. together I've seen you
SO a thousand times. but now, that do
actually. with my own eyes, It's hard
| to His voice broke there.
There was a moment Of silence. then
he went on: You must try to for
give us. Cayley-me. in particular, for
I'm the one who needs 1t most We
know the truth of that old story now.
No. 1t wasn't Jeanne who told. 1t was
poor Hunter himself, in letter. He
had written 1t long ago. and 1t was
among his papers | want you to read
1t sometime. l think. perhaps, when
you do you will be able to forgive him.
too"
That's done already" said Philip
No. not long ago-within the last few
hours. Come. shall We go back to the
fire? l suppose We had better wait
for another moonriss before We try to
get to the Aurora"
1t was six months later. a blazing
blue July day. when the gunboat York
town lifted North Head, the northern
portal Of the Golden Gate. Tom Fan
shaw and his father had gone to the
bridge. but Philip and Jeanne, tho
OF her TWO aaipad