Charlevoix county herald., 1913-03-01


he sank back on his bed he whisper
ed: You are very good to take care
of me-"
"Oh, no; I'm only too glad! And
now I'm going to build up the fire
again; your hands are quite cold"
No, don't CO." he pleaded please
stay here: I'm not cold any more.
And you must go to sleep again. I
ought not to have wakened you; and,
really, l didn't mean to-"
Yes you ought I've had lots of
sleep; I don't want any more"
It's dark, but it's better than il
was that other night, isn't it?" said
James.
Much better" answered Agatha.
james visibly gathered strength
froln the milk, and presently he took
! some more. Agatha watched, and
when he had finished, patted him
approvingly on the hand. Good boy!
You've done very WELL" she cried.
81 was so thirsty, / thought the
whole earth had run dry. Will you
think ne very ungrateful If say now
| l WISH IL ndu Deen water.
"Oh. no: / wish so, too. But Mr.
Hand could only get us a little BIZ
from spring. for there isn't any
other pail"
1t was some time before Jim made
out to inquire. Who's Mr.. Hand?"
Hes the man that helped us-out
OF the water--when we became ex-
hausted."
Agatha hesitated to speak OF the
nights experience, uncertain how far
Jim's memory carried him. and not
knowing how a sick man. in his
weakness, might be affected Still
now that he seemed almost himself
again. save for the chill, she ventured
| to refer to the event, speaking in 4
matter-offact way, as If such endur-
ance tests were the most natural
events in the world. James speech
was quite coherent and distinct, but
very slow, as If the efforts to speak
came from the depths of a profound
! fatigue.
'Hand-that's a good name for him.
thought it was the hand of God,
which plucked me. like David. or
Jonah. or some such person, out of
the seething pillows. But I didn't
| think of there being a man behind"
Then, after a long silence, Where
is he?"
Hes gone off to find somebody to
help us get away from here; a car
riage or wagon OF some sort. and
some food and clothes"
Something caused Jim to calculate,
though quite feebly, You poor
thing" And then he asked. very slow
ly, Where is 'here'?"
II don't know; and Mr.. Hand
doesn't know"
"And we've lost our tags" laughed
jim family.
Agatha couldn't resist the laugh.
though the weakness in Jim's voice
was almost enough to make her weep
as we'll.
Yes. we've lost our tags, more's
the pity. Mr.. Hand thinks we're
either on the coast OF Maine, or on
oil island somewhere near the coast.
myself think IL must at least be
Nova Scotia, or possibly Newfound-
land But Hand will find out and be
back soon. and then we'll get away
from here and go to some place where
we'll all be comfortable"
Agatha stole away. and with much
difficulty succeeded in kindllng the
fire again. She tended Il until a good
steady heat spread over the rocks, and
then returned to James. She curled
up. half sitting. half lying. against
the rocks.
Clouds had risen during the recent
hours. and II was much darker than
the night before had been. The ocean,
washing its million pebbles up on the
little beach, moaned and complained
necessarily In the long interval be-
tween their talk. Agatha's head would
fall, her eyes would close, and she
would almost sleep; but an under
current OF anxiety concerning her
companion kept her always at the
edge of consciousness. James him
self appeared to have no desire to
sleep. He was trying to piece to-
gether. in his mind. his conscious and
unconscious memories At last he
said
81 guess haven't been much good
for a while-have u"
Agatha considered before replying.
You were quite exhausted. think.
and we feared you might be ILL.,"
And Handy Andy got my job"
She laughed outright at this. as much
For the feeling OF reinsurance II gave
her as for the Jest itself
Handy Andy certainly had a lob.
with US two on his hands!" she laugh
ed.
II bet he did" cried James, with
more vigor than he had shown before.
Hes great man: I'm for him.
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