Bismarck daily tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, Dakota [N.D.]) 1881-1916, 1911-11-18

And DR.. We1shrnere has agreed to get
mo some orange and lime trees from the
mission station at Ulava. He will deliver
! them the next trip Of the Apostle. II the
Sydney steamer arrives before l get back
plant the sweet corn she will bring be-
tween the young trees on the high bank
Of the Balesuna. The current is eating in
against that bank. and you should do
something to save it.
have ordered some fig trees and To-
quats. too. from Sydney. DR.. Welshmere
will bring some mango seeds. They arc
big trees and require plenty OF room.
The Martha Is registered ITO tons. She
Is the biggest schooner in the Solomons
and the best l saw a little of her lines
and guess the rest. She will sail like
witch. If she hasn't filled with water
her engine will be all right. The reason
she went ashore was because It was not
working. The engineer had disconnected
| the feed pipes to clean out the rust. Poor
business unless at anchor or with plenty
of sea room.
Plant all the trees in the compound even
! II you have to clean out the palms later
on.
And don't plant the sweet corn all at
once. Let a few days elapse between
paintings. JOAN AACkAAND.
He fingered the letter. lingering over
it and scrutinizing the writing in a
way that was not his wont. How
characteristic. was his thought. as he
studied the boyish scrawl-clear to
read, painfully clear, but none the less
boyish.
he looked long at the name. Joan
Lackland-just an assemblage Of let
tiers, of commonplace letters, but an
assemblage that generated subtle
heady magic. It crept into his brain
and twined and twisted his mental
processes until all that constituted him
at that moment went out in love to
that scra wled signature. Joan Lack
land! Each time he looked at it there
arose visions of her in myriad moods
and guises. coming in out Of the flying
smother of the gale that had wrecked
her schooner, launching whaleboat
to go a-fshing. running dripping from
the sea with streaming hair and cling
ing garments to the fresh water show
er, frightening fourscore cannibaIs
with an empty chlorodyne bottle. ju-
venilely rafting on about romance
and venture. bright eyed. her face
flushed and eager with enthusiasm
Joan Lakeland: He unused over the
cryptic wonder of it till the secrets Of
love were made clear and he felt
keen sympathy for lovers who carved
their names on trees or wrote them
on the beach sands Of the sea.
Then he came back to reality, and
his face hardened. Even then she
was on the wild coast of Malaita and
at Poonga. Poonga. Of all villainous
and dangerous portions the worst. peo
pied with a teeming population Of
head hunters. robbers and murderers.
For the instant he entertained the rash
thought Of calling his boats crew and
starting Immediately in whaleboat
for Poonga-Poonga. But the next in
slant the idea was dismissed. What
could he do If he did go? First she
would resent it. Next she would laugh
at him and call him silly.
There was much in her willful con-
duct that caused him to vince in the
heart of him. he was appalled, by
the thought Of her shoulder to shout
der with the drunken rabble Of trad
ers and beach combers at Guvutu. It
was bad enough for clean. fastidious
man. but for young woman, a girl at
that, 1t was awful. The theft Of the
Flibberty Gibbet was merely amusing,
though the means by which the theft
had been effected gave him hurt. Yet
be. found consolation in the fact that
the task Of making Oleson drunk had
been turned over to the three scoun.
drels. And next and swiftly came the
vision of her. alone with those same
three scoundrels. on the Emily, sailing
out to sea from Guvutu in the twilight
with darkness coming on. Then came
visions Of Adamu Adam and Noa Noah
and all her bra why Tahitian following.
and his anxiety faded away. being re-
placed by irritation that she should
have been capable of such wildness Of
conduct. And the irritation was still
on him as he got up and went inside
| to stare at the hook on the wall and to
wish that her Stetson hat and revolver
belt were hanging from it.
Several quiet weeks slipped by.
The steamer from Sydney, the KAN
nambo. broke the Quietude Of Be-
rande for an hour while landing mail.
supplies and the trees and seeds Joan
had ordered. The Minerva. bound for
Cape Marsh. brought the two cows
from Nogi And the Apostle. hurrying
back to TulaSi to connect with the
jSydney steamer. sent n boat ASHORE