The Irish standard., 1911-08-19

be round IN time to bring an effective
relief. However, 1t helps to keep the
others cheerful, and that is the main
thing"
At the close of the days entry was
single line which contracted her
heart with sharp spasm Of pain.
This is Jeanne's birthday" it said.
She resumed her reading presently.
and came to the point where the Wal
rus people entered into the narrative;
their plight, their rescue and their
welcome by the three men, who by
now were the only survivors of tho
original expedition.
She was reading faster now, with
none of those little meditative pauses
that had marked her progress through
the earlier pages Of the journal, for
the sinister termination of the nara
tive began to foreshadow itself dark
~, from the moment-the first mo-
ment of the appearance of the Walrus
people on the scene. Her fathers de-
scription of the man Roscoe, of tho
expression that had been plain to read
in his face as he had listened to the
account Of the gold-bearing ledge
across the glacier, gave her shudder-
ing premonition; apparently, her IA
ther had experienced the same feeling
himself. Day after day Roscoe's name
appeared, always accompanied by
some little phase of misgiving.
For just one day this dread seemed
n hoy &DS ~ nj ~
ing's spirit. That was the day the sun
came back to them, putting an end to
their long arctic night. "It has been
hard winter" he wrote, land I am
glad it is over. The hardest thing
about 1t has been our sleeplessness,
from which We have all suffered. To
day we have enjoyed change, having
taken walk along the beach. Even
Roscoe seems humanized little by q
return of the frank sunshine, and may,
perhaps, develop into tolerable com.
panion. Tomorrow have promised,
If it is fine, to guide them across the
glacier to the gold ledge"
It was the next to the last entry in
the journal. She turned the page,
paled and pressed her lips tight to-.
gether when the array Of blank pages
before her told her that she had
reached the end. Then she read the
last words her father had ever writ.
ten. p
took the walrus people to the
ledge today. Have no heart to de.
F. scribe the scene that they enacted
there. The man Roscoe certainly
means to kill me. If 1t were not for
my conviction that the danger from
him is largely personal to myself, that
he means me and no other. probably,
for his victim. think 1 should have
him shot as a measure of justifable
prevention. He is not a man, but a
great sinister brute-literally sinister,
for he is left-handed. I shall walk
warily, and hope the crisis may soon
be over" Evidently that part of his
wish had come true.
Tho book slipped out of the girls
hands, and she sat, with horror-widen.
ed eyes, staring at the candle, until it
guttered and went out Slowly. the
outside world began to take its place
again around her. She knew that she
was shivering, half-frozen. that the icy
wind was whining through the cracks
in her rude shelter.
She thought she heard some ono
moving about outside, and that
thought brought her quickly to her
feet. She made her way to the door
of the hut, called out; waited breath
less instant-and cried aloud in sud.
den terror.
CHAPTER VII.
Apparitions.
Roscoe did not pause to investigate
the effect of his blow, nor to waste a
second one. If the man who had con.
fronted him there in the companion.
way was dead, SO much the better. II
he were only half-dead, the job could
be finished at any time. He was out
of the way for the present at least.
Roscoe hurried on, searching state.
rooms and passageways and finally
the crews quarters, forward.
When he had satified himself. that
he and his men were in undisputed
possession Of the yacht, he emerged
on deck again by the forward hatch
way, and found Captain Planck al
ready there. He directed. him to go
below with Schwartz, who had been
engineer aboard the whaler, and get
steam up as promptly as possible He
himself remained on deck, directing
the unloading and stowape of thoca
precious golden slabs that the rest
Of the party were bring out in boats
from the shore.
We've got 1t all. Roscoe, unless you
want them barrels of whale OIL"
man in the last boat sang out as they
came alongside.
We'll leave them to pay for this
nickel-plated ship" Roscoe answered.
Come! Look alive and get aboard.
Well be ready to start as soon as we
can get little daylight"