New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1913-04-20

half pain, half appeal.
"No, John, and somehow can't bear to hear her
name-or read anything about her"
He might have been speaking of woman who had
wronged him greatly.
Pericles went away from Laysan feeling that things
somehow not going right with him. Before he lay
down that night on the Electra he had drawn check
for the five thousand dollars and mailed to his friend
Pericles OBrien was one who treated his friendships
seriously and holly. He sailed in the morning.
A VICIOUS southeaster spanked the Electra an the
"A way north that trip, and for three days kept Peri
cles chatting off Siuslaw bar He chafed particularly
because this delay destroyed very definite plan TO call
Esther Kent with book that Mrs Laysan had lent
him. When he did succeed in hurdling his way into the
dog hole it was to drive merciessy the loading Of rush
order cargo of railroad ties. PericleS didn't like the
sudden calm, the hardedged, greasy clouds, and the
clear-too refractive-horlzon. They bespoke blow
the remainder of the southeastern, perhaps. get 70
sea again before it set his single purpose; for bar
bound vessels bring no profit to owners no mcnt to
masters Yet, through all the blood-tnglng work
real mans work-his gaze was forever picking up the
whitewashcd schoohouse, hardly larger than packing
crate where it nested among the redwoods on the hill
back of the village.
Pericles found himself wishing more than that
he was one of the lumbermens kddieS going carecsy
up and down that hill lie caught himself enFying
them They could see her and speak to her,-the up
pe-bodied GIRL who carried her shoulders like shoulders
were made to be carried and whose chin was held up Just
high enough so that its owner could look the world
propose During the recess hours he caught glimpse
Of her now and then; but that was all His thoughts
PLAYED round her and the children and brought strange
unknown desires. 1t weather for dreaming. ] he
skies argosed with gallopng Clouds and the hills
and mountains loomed through golden autumn haze,
haze redolent of tree odors raw lumber Smells and the
tang Of the seas clean breath Perices dreamed and
his dreams were long, long dreams.
The Electras master was overseeing Ihc asiligs q
og chains with which she and her kind cling 20 their
deck burdens when he sent final glance hillHari The
order 10 get under way which his lips were beginning 90
FORM died there. Esther Kent was running down the
bazv hill signaling the Electra with handkerchief
Il can be ready in half an hour-twenty mnute,l'
she told him breathlessy. at means great ca-to
me the beginning The regular teacher will BE- lack
tomorrow and as Pericles told her that the cctra
would wait she left him with the telegram that that
hour had brought TO her.
He knew that this girl knew things but he read The
message not without a certain awe:
Assistant Latin nstructorship high school yours
port duty Oakland Monday next week. VIRGIL.
This was Friday afternoon. With a fair wind no
wind at all and laden as she was,-that is. with her
guard rail aWash-the Electra usually bucked i-ugh
the four hundred odd miles 20 San Francisco r from
forty-ye 70 fifty hours. PercleS told Esther Ken This
as they passed out of the mouth Of the Siuslaw IL that
instant a whimpcr of wind from the nor west caught
vagrant wSp Of her hair and slapped his lips with it.
His heart went pounding az the touch with throD that
for moment drowned even the vibration OF the Eec-
tras engines He held his breath at the strange thing
as if he might mprison the perfume that played his
nOstrils.
When Pericles recovered his normal senses it was %
hear a small voice whispering somewhere in the depths
Of him, "Who is Virgil" Whcrcupon he walked boldly
across the bridge to leeward where Esther standing
arms outstretched, inhaling the Great Mother e-
renewing breath He would ask her Of this Virgil Lat
instead he said. as she faced him:
If this wind holds out o. the norwest, Mis- Kent
YOU needn't worry about getting home in time
He stood with his cap off the last rays of the sinking
sun Ticking his hair with gold. As She looked ur 1T
him. with smile Of thanks, She could not help thinking
Of the original Perioles, Of Xanthippus. Certainly
this Perces would never have 10 wear helmet cover
mssharen head. This not a new thought Of hers;
but she didn't know it.