The state herald., 1913-05-09
CHAPTER xl.
Tho Homo Port.

The darkness of the night slowly lift
ed. revealing only a gray. leaden sky.
There was no dawn such as had glad
dened their hearts the morning be-
fore, no fresh awakening Of the day.
Instead, the coldness and gloom of the
night seemed but to creep little far
ther away, leaving its shadow over the
world. A drizzling rain began to fall.
and the wanderers on the beach were
destined to a new draft Of misery.
Only Agatha watched, however; James
gave no sign Of caring, or even OF
knowing. whether the sun shone or hid
its face.
He had slept fitfully since their hour
OF wakefulness together In the night,
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 far
away. Agatha soothed him, talked to
him as mother talks to sick child,
cajoled and commanded him; and
though he was restless and voluble,
yet he obeyed her readily enough.
As the rain began to descend, Aga
tina bethought herself earnestly as to
what could be done. She first per
suaded James to drink little more OF
the milk, and afterward took what was
left herself-less than half a cupful
Then she set the bucket out to catch
the rain. She felt keenly the need OF
food and water; and now that there
was no one to heed her movements,
she found 1t difficult to keep up the
show OF courage. She still trusted In
Hand; but even at best he might yet
be 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, 80 that only small patch oi
sea was visible; and II fiattened the
waves until the blue-nashing, white
capped sea of yesterday was now
smooth, gray surface. touched here
and there by 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 vividly OF all she
heard In her memory voice shouting
Keep up, I'm coming. I'm coming!
Ah, what n welcome coming that had
been. 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 II
should not be: she would save him II
II lay in human power to save.
Her hardest task was to move theii
camp up into the edge OF the brush
wood. where they might have the
shelter OF the trees. There was a
place. near the handle of tho sickle
where the rock-wall partly disnp
peared. and the underground from the
clifr reached almost to the beach. II
was from hero that Hand had begun
his ascent: and here Agatha chose .
place under clump OF bayberry
where she could make another bed fol
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 deiiri
um than he had been during his period
OF sanity In the night. She made him
sit down while she ran bnck TO gather
an armful OF the ir boughs to spread
out for his bed. but she had scarcely
started back for the old camp before
James got to his feet and staggered
after her. She met him Just MS 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 ut last HIS knees weakened under
him and he fell Agatha's heart smote
her.
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