Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1913-04-16
CHAPTER XII.
The Home Port.

The darkness of the night Slowly III
ed revealing only a gray, leaden sky.
There was no dawn such as nao glao-
dened their hearts the morning De-
fore. no fresh awakening of the day.
Instead. the coldness and gloom OF the
night seemed but to creep little Tar
Their away, leaving it's shadow over the
world. A drizZling rain began 10 Lali'
and the wanderers on the beach were
destined to new draft of misery.
Only Agatha watched, however; James
gave no sign of caring. or even OF
knowing. whether the sun shone or ma
it's face.
He had slept fitfully since their hour
of wakefulness together In the nlgnI
and several times he had shown signs
of extreme restlessness. AT THESE
periods he would talk incoherently,
Agatha being able to catch only
word now and then Once he endeav-
ored to get up, bent. apparently, upon
performing some fancied duty rar
away. Agatha soothed him. talked 10
him as a mother talks to sick child,
caioled and commanded him; ana
though he was restless and VoluDle'
vet he obeyed her readily enough.
AS the rain began to descend, Aga
tina bethought herself earnestly as 10
what could be done. She hrst per-
suaded James to drink little more OF
the milk, and afterward took what was
left herself-less than half cupfui.
Then she set the bucket out to eaten
the rain. She felt keenly the need or
food and water; and now that there
was no one to heed her movements
she found it difficult to keep up the
show of courage. She still trusted IN
Hand. but even at best he might yet
he several hours in returning; and
cold and hunger can reduce even the
stoutest heart. II Hand did not return
but there was no answer to that II.
She believed he would come.
The soft rain cast pail over the
ocean. so that only small patcn OF
sea was visible; and 1t fiattened tbs
waves until the blue-f1ashing, white
capped sea of yesterday was now
smooth. gray surface, touched here
and there by a bit of frothy scum.
Agatha looked out through the deep
curtain of mist, remembering the
night, the Jeanne Dare, and her re-
cent peril Most wildly OF all sne
heard In her memory voice shouting,
Keep up! I'm coming, I'm coming!
All. what a welcome coming that had
beent Was he to die. now, here on
her hands, after the worst OF their
struggle was over? She turned quickly
back to James, vowing in her heart 1t
should not be; she would save him II
it lay in human power to save.
Her hardest task was to move their
camp up into the edge OF the brush
wood, where they might have the
shelter of the trees. There was
place. near the handle of the sickle.
where the rockwell partly disap
peared, and the underground from the
cliff reached almost to the beach. 1t
was from here that Hand had begun
his ascent: and here Agatha chose
place under a clump of bayberry,
where she could make another bed for
James. The ground there was still
comparatively dry.
She coaxed James to his feet and
helped him, with some difficulty, up to
the more sheltered spot. He was
stronger, physically, now in his deliri,
UNI than he had been during his period
OF sanity In the night. She made him
sit down while she ran back to gather
an armful of tho fir boughs to spread
out for his bed; but she had scarcely
started back for the old camp before
James got to hts feet and staggered
after her. She met him just as she
was returning, and had to drop her
load. take her patient by the arm, and
guide him back to the new shelter.
He went peacefully enough. but
leaned on her more and more heavily,
until at last his knees weakened under
him and he fell. Agatha's heart smote
her.
CTO BE CONTTNUED)