The Washington times., 1912-04-17
Z THE TIMES DAILY SERIAL STORY.
Darkness andDawn
By George Allan England m rssz ssssra e hs., ss Co,
Copyright, 1911
(The Frank A. Munsey Coz

ike host Of frcnies on the bosom of
Y"s I'd son, ssks you get ,snss ths and
couldn't see a thing"
But anyhow. those lights mean men.
Naturally. But until we know what
kind. we're hotter off right where we
are I'm willing to welcome the COM
pE p{bsrws gwGst ~ right if he he's pea peaceful
water, stones. and things for him!''
The girl stared Il moment at the en-
Gneer. while this new idea took root
"YoI-you don't mean.'' she faltered
He started at the word. What makes
to spare her all needless alarm:
she pondered Il moment. while the
| fre-dcts, like, \ shonl Of swimming
stars. drew slowly nearer. nearer the
Tell mo. are they savsges?"
"Hcw do I know?"
ITS easy enough to see you've got
an opinion about IT,. You think they're
"Ansdi si'Pf Il saorwEhatS o. EstS tRenr' Renf'''e
What then? Why. in case they
aren't mighty nice and kind. there'Il be
a hot time in the old town, that's all
And somcbody'll get hurt 1t won't be
u.s."
Beatrice asked no more. for a minute
or two, but the engineer felt her fingers
tighten on his arm.
I'm with'you till the end!' she whis-
pered.
Another pregnant silence, while the
night wind stirred her hair and waited
the warm feminine perfume of her to
his nostrils Stern took a long, deep
/ breath. A sort of dizziness crept over
| him, as from glass of wine on an
empty stomach. The call of woman
| SfrT 10 oGtn It,k h. 4
It, And. watching the creeping lignts,
he spoke; spoke to himself as much as
to the girl; spoke, lest he think 100
There's a chance, a mere possibility"
said he. that those boats, canoes, cor
acles or whatver they may be, belong
! to white people, far descendants of the
few supnosititious survivors of cata-
Giysm. Ihere,s some slight chance that
these people may he civilized, or partly
| So
why they're coming across the Hud-
son at this time o. night, with what
object and to what place We can't even
watch and-be ready for anything"
For anything" she echoed. You've
seen me shoot! You know"
He took her hand and pressed it. And
started, there In the shadow Of the
tower on the roof.
For some quarter of an hour neither
spoke. Then, at last. said Stern:
See, now! The lights seem to be
winking out. The canoes must have
come closer in toward the shore of the
island. They're being masked behind
the trees. The people-whoever they
are-will be landing directly nowv'
And. then?"
"Wait and see!''
They resigned themselves to patience
The girls breath came quickly, as she
watched. Even the engineer felt his
heart throb with accelerated haste.
Now. far in the east. dim over the
fiat anad dreary ruins of Long Island
the sky began to silver, through a thin
veil of cirrus cloud. A pallld moon was
rising. Far below a breeze stirred the
tree-fronds in Madison forest. A bal
staggered drunkenly about the tower
then reeled away into the gloom; and
high aloft, an owl uttered its melan-
choly plant
| Beatrice ahuddered.
They'll be here pretty soon!" whis'
pered she. Hadn't we better go dowT
and get our guns? In case"
Thine enough" he answered. Wait q
while"
"Hark! What's that?" she exclaimed
suddenly, holding her breath
on to northward, dull, muffled, all bu
inaudible, they both heard a rhythmic
pulsing, strangely barbaric
Heavens calculated Stern. WA
drums! Tom-toms, as l live!'
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