The citizen. [volume] (Berea, Ky.) 1899-1958, 1912-01-18

self into a man ard look a, mr In sur
prise. and ask me. In English. what
in the world | am doing bere--i had
the yacht: and ask me u I'm real.
There was moment ~ silence aft
or that Unconsciously they drew a
little nearer together Then Caylcy
spoke Tn real. al any rate" he
said. "at least I'm tax payer. and !
weigh 100 pounds. and have same
and address. It's Philip Cay oY. "
that will make ne seem more natural.
and my headquarters this summer are
over on Point Barrow"
I'm not dreaming. them sho asked
obviously
NO" he said: ~ either " VA IL
dreaming. it's not you. May furi M
my wings and tall; 60 you for nwhileg'
Her eyes were on tho broad.Sproad.
shlmmering planes which lay on the
Ice behind him. she seemed hardly
to have heard his question. though
she answered II with an almost voice
less yes" Then she approached.
half fsarfully. the thing he called bis
wings"
1T Is made OF quite commonplace
materials" he said with n smile
"split bamboo and carbon and cstGut
and q fabric OF bladders, ccmented
with FISH glue. And folding II up Is
rather an ungainly job The birds still
have the advantage OF me there. In
a strong wind it's not very easy TO do
without damaging something Would
YOU mind slipping that Joint for me
that one right by your hand' IT'S Just
like fishing rod"
She did as he asked. and her smlls
convinced him that she had at least
half guessed his purpose In asking the
service OF her The next moment her
words confirmed It.
you wanted me TO make sure, ]
suppose, that II would not turn into Q
great roc when I touched II and ny
away with me TO the Valley OF Ola.
monds." She phtted the furlod wing
gently with both hands = suppose"
she continued, "onc could dream az
wildly "a this. although I never have
unless, OF course. this Is dream.
But" and now she held out her hand
TO him, but hope am az AXE. And
my name is Jeanne Fielding
lie had the hand In his. and noticed
how live and strong and warm II was,
before she pronounced her name. A.
the sound OF II, he glanced at her onri
ously: but all ne said jrst then was,
Thank you" and busted himself i'm.
mediately with completing the process
Of furling his wings
When he had finished. he tcssed the
sheep-skin down In little hollow In
the foe, and with a gesture invited
her to be seated.
"Oh, I've great pile Of bear skins
out here" she said quite n ridiculous
pile OF them, considering II Is not
| cold night. and we can make our
selves comfortable here. or go aboard
the yacht. Just AS you please"
They were seated side by side in
| the little nest she had made for her
self. before he reverted 10 tho idea
which had sprung up In his mind
upon hearing her name There WAS
Captain Fielding once" he said
slowly. who set out from San Fran
cisco half dozen years ago. In the
hope of discovering the pole by tho
way of Behring strait. Ills ship was
never seen again, nor was any word
| received from him. Finding you here
and hearing your NJ me. wondered"
YES" she said srayely. "he was my
| father. We got news OF him last win
| ter, II you could call II news. for II
was -four years old before II reached
US. A whaler in the arctic fleet
picked up a floating bottle with mes
sage from him telling whore he was
! So we have come here TO fnd him
at least to find where he Died, for
suppose there is no hope-never 50
much as a grain of hope OF anything
better"
ITO BE coNTINUEpJ