Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1912-05-23

| tiness there was no sound or life or
change and in his heart neither fear
nor wonder nor emotion of any kind
save one, the unspeakable hunger Of a
love that had failed. Yet It seemed
that he was not John Rowland, but
some one or something else, for pres
emily he saw himself far away, mil
lions Of billions OF miles, as though on
the outermost frlnges of the void, and
heard his own voice calling. Family,
yet distinctly. filed with the concen-
trated despair Of his life, came the
call. "Myra, Myrar'
There was an answering call, ana.
looking for the second voice, he beheld
her-the woman Of his love-on the op-
posite edge OF space, and her eyes held
the tenderness and her voice held the
pleading that be had known but in
dreams. Come back she called.
"Come back to mel" But It seemed
that the two could not understand. for
again be heard the despairng cry.
"Myra, Myra, where are you?" and
again the answer: Come bnck! Come"
Then in the far distance to the right
appeared faint point Of fame. which
grew larger 1t was approaching. and
he dspassionately viewed it, and when
he looked again for the two they were
gone. and in their places were two
clouds of nebula which resolved into
myriad points of sparkling light and
-whirling, encroaching, until they
filed all space And through them the
larger light was coming-and growing
larger straight for him.
lie heard rushing sound and, look
ing for it, saw in the opposite direction
a formless object IA much darker than
the gray Of the void ms The flame was
brighter. and II. too, was growing lar
ger and coming And it seemed to him
that this light and darkness We're the
good and evil of his life. and he watch
ed TO see which would reach him first.
bat felt no surprise or regret when he
saw that the darkness was nearest. 1t
came closer and closer until It brushed
him on the side
What have we here, Rowland?" said
voice. Instantly the whiring points
were blotted out. the universe of gray
changed to the fog. the flame of light
10 the moon rising above It and the
shapeless darkness to the form of the
first officer The little white figure,
which had just darted past the three
watchers. stood Mt his feet AS though
warned by an inner s,ibconsciousness
If danger, it had come in its sleep for
safety and care to its mothers old
iover-the strong and the weak, the
degraded and disgraced. but exalted;
the prosecuted, drugged and all but
helpless John Rowland.
With the readiness with which
man who dOzcs while standing will an.
swer the question that wakens him he
now waning effect Of the drug. "My-
ra's child, sir; it's asleep" lie picked
up the nightgowned little girl, who
screamed as she wakened. and folded
his peajacket around the cold little
body.
"Who is Myra?" asked the officer IN
bullying tone, in which were also
ehagrin and disappointment. you've
been asleep yourself"
Before Rowland could reply a shout
from the crows nest split the air.
''Ice." yelled the lookout. Ice ahead!
Iceberg. Right under the bowsw The
first officer ran amidships. and the cap
tain, who had remained there sprang
to the engine room telegraph, and this
time the lever was turned. But in five
seconds the bow Of the Titan began to
lift, and ahead and on either hand
could be seen through the fog field Of
ice, which arose in an incline to hun
dred feet high In her track. The music
in the theater ceased, and among the
babel Of shouts and cries and the deaf
ening noise Of steel scraping and crash
ing over ice Rowland heard the ago
nized voice of woman crying from
the bridge steps: "Myra, Myra, where
are you? Come back"