Tulsa daily world. [volume] (Tulsa, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1905-1919, 1911-03-02

lilH N'W lNNpllhllun OF NONINEN Nlt
not mako her strong enough to tJur
back and read tho last entry IN tha
tragic journal hrst She tried 10 do
n. but tho Will failed her. SO Rho DO
gan Nt tho beginning. Once she hat
plunged into the fascinating nara
tive lho whole OF tho outside world
faded awGy from her. She was oblylouf
10 the fact that the darkness outside
was no longer the mere darkness OF
tho fox obllyoua TO She rising wind
that poured its 10y stream through the
/ lonky walls of tho hut and mnde tho
/ candle flicker; oblivlous, oven to tho
very sound which she had meant to
wait for tho sound of Toms voice
calling ont to her from tho yacht and
/ The sound OF other more alarming,
nCnrgr voices
They all fell on deaf ears os she
/ turned page after page OF that pre-.
/ cIous record Of her fathers HE. II
was written, In the main, IN the scion.
/ tihc ohscryant, unlmpassoned temper
which she knew 80 well He chron.
lclod those days OF peril when their
ship. crushed In tho ice, and only kept
from sinking by that very Ice, which
had just destroyed her, was drifting
along IN tho pack, to what seemed
certain destruction. as quietly and as
explicitly as ho did tho unoventm
voyage through Bohrlng strait. The
mans courage waa so deeply eloment
al In him that he could not bo self.
conscious about IT,
lie told Of tho land. the strange. un.
chartcd shore, whose discovery offer.
cd them a respite, at least, from that
destruction, told how he got his re.
naming stores ashore and built the
hut where, In all human probability,
he and his companions were to spend
the rest of their lives.
Finally she reached the record Of
the day when he had consigned to the
sea the bottle containing tho chart Of
tho coast and the account Of HIS
plight. together with the course which
the relief ship must take should such
relief ship be sent out, to have any
hope at all Of reaching them
Il suppose" his narrative for this
day concluded, There Is hardly one
chance IN ten thousand that my mes
sage will ever be picked up, and GER
tainly not one in million that II viii
be foune In time 10 bring an effective
relief However. It helps to keep the
others cheerful, and that Is the maiE
thing"
Al the close OF the days entry was
n single line which contracted her
heart with a sharp spasm Of pain
This is Jeanne's birthday" It said.
She resumed her reading presently,
and came to the point where the WAX
rus people entered into the narrative;
their plight their rescue aud their
welcome by tho three men, who by
now wore the only survivors OF tho
original expedition,
She was reading faster now, with
none OF those little medltatiyo pauses
that had marked her progress through
tho earlier pages OF the journal, for
the sinister termination Of the narra-
tive began 10 foreshadow itself dark
ly, from the moment the first mo-
meut OF the appearance of the Walrus
people on the scene. Her fathers de-
scrpuon Of the man Roscoe, Of tho
expression that had been plain to reHd
IN his face az he had listened to the
account OF the gold bearing ledge
across the glacier, gave her a shudder.
ing prcmonltIon; apparently, her IA
ther had experienced the same feeling
himself Day after day Rosooe's name
appeared, always accompanied by
some littlo phase Of mlsgying
For Just one day this dread seemed
to have been lifted from Captain Field.
lngs 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, and I am
glad II IA over The hardest thing
about It has been our sleeplessness,
from which we have all suffered To-
day we have enjoyed change, having
taken a walk along the beach Even
Roscoe seems humanlzed a little by q
return OF tho frank sunshine, and may
perhaps develop into tolerabe com
panlon Tomorrow have promised
II It Is nne to guide them across tho
glacier to the gold ledge"
It was the next to the last entry N
tho Journal She turned the page,
pnlol and pressed her lips tight to.
gether when the array Of blank pagea
before her told her that she had
reached the end Then she read the
last words her father had ever writ
ten
Took the Walrus people to tho
ledge today Have no heart to de,
scribe the scene that they enacted
there The man Roscoe certainly
means 10 Kill me. II It we're not fol
my conviction that the danger from
him is largely per5onal TO myself, that
he means me and no other, probably
for his victim, think / should have
him shot as a measure Of JustiAaba
prevention lie is not man, but a
great sinister brute--litorally sinister
for he ia lofthanded shall walk
worlly and hope tho crisis may soon