The Hope pioneer. [volume] (Hope, N.D.) 1882-1964, 1913-01-16

/ weak and wasted, and with as little
brains as sinew. So, with enough
money for a new mast and sail, We
had put him and his dory ashore at
u first landing, and had forthwith
forgotten him.
Macleod had been inclined to con
tinue the search, but l argued that
any further efforts in that direction
would be only a waste of time. The
craft we were looking for might have
come from any one Of a thousand
places and returned to any one of a
thousand more. Some more effective,
general and %far-reaching steps must
be taken, I held, and taken quickly.
Indeed l felt now that to keep secret
longer the conspiracy, as indicated in
those mystic letters, would be little
short of criminal. The aid of the po-
once, and nothing left undone to trace
the crime to it's source.
But my first and most onerous task
was to acquaint Evelyn Grayson with
the facts as I knew them. How l
shrank from that duty is beyond any
thingAI can put into words. 1 know
it would have been far easier for me
to have carried her definite Jews of
her uncle's death. What l had to
tell was horrible in it's stark o%bscurity.
And yet, if l could have foreseen just
what was to follow, l might have
spared myself a goodly share of dis
tress.
l imagined l knew Evelyn Grayson,
before this. l thought had sounded
the profundities of her fortitude and
courage on the night that I spread be-
fore her and read with her that third
and last letter. But my fancy did her
an injustice. She was even more OF
a woman than l dreamed.
Recently I CHANGED upon these lines
have been inspired by such a one as
she:
So much is clear,
Though little dangers they may fear,
When greater perils men environ.
Then women show a front of iron;
And, gentle in their manner, they
DO UOlu Things III iuASI "oy
Evelyn Grayson did a bold thing in
a quiet way that morning. I have not
yet forgotten how marble white she
was, and yet how bravely she came,
with %springing step and lifted chin
and fearless eyes. 1 had waited her
score of reminders Of happy evenings
in which he had participated. The
chair he usually chose, in the corner
lear the great bow window against
which the east wind was now driving
the rain in gusty %splashes, took on a
pathos which moved me to weakness.
The Baudelaire lyric, spread open
PACED upon the music rack of the pi-
ano, stirred memories scarcely less
narrowing. A photograph, an ash
tray, a paper knife, all commonplace
objects of themselves, but so linked
to him by association, became, sud
denly, instruments Of emotional tor
ture.
In this environment, under these
Influences, I ose to meet her, word
less. Yet my expression and attitude
must have spoken loudly enough to
confirm the dread that was in her
heart, for even before she spoke I was
sure that she knew. And then she
had taken my two outstretched hands
in hers and raised her brave eyes to
mine, and ~low-voiced, but sure and
tremorless, was saying:
Il feared it, Philip. From the very
first, l feared it."
And when l told her all, to the
smallest detail, it was as though she
were the mai and I the woman; for
the recital had been for me a very
painful confession Of my W incom-
petence, and it's conclusion left me
more nervously unstrung than at any
time since the night of the strange
catastrophe. With what heroic forti-
tude she heard the narrative may best
be indicated by the statement that
throughout it all she sat calmly atten-
tive, but unquestioning, and with no
sign Of emotion beyond her continued
pallor and a recurrent tensing of her
small white hands. At the end l
leaned forward and with left elbow on
knee rested my forehead in my palm.
She sat beside me on the same settee;
and now she drew closer, and laying
her cool right hand over my own dis
engaged one, began stroking my hair
with her left. For a full minute she
said nothing. Then, in soothing &C.
cents:
81 am glad you didn't find the boat
That means he is on 1t. If you had
found It, it would have been some or
binary thing having M connection
with this affair, whatever"
1t was odd reasoning, but very fem
mime, and in an esoteric way, ~forceful
"But you made n mistake, Philip
she went on. "You should not have
let that fisherman. Peter Johnson, CO.
At this l raised my head and regard
ed her with something like astonish
ment.
HE was one Of them" she explained
in a tone of conviction.
"How can you say that?" asked
a little nettled. It annoyed me tina
she should be so positive, knowing NJ
more of the man than that which
had told her.
y feel it," she answered. And tina
was all the reason she could give.