The evening world. [volume] (New York, N.Y.) 1887-1931, 1914-02-28
= az BY Henry Kitchell Webster

Ana, " you did wrong, then H's ycu
VINO have suffered Tor it-you who
have paid tho penalty. You have paid
Tor tine thing you left undone as we'll
as for the thing he did. Hut We must
not talk about IL any more, now.
You're not strong enough. I ought
not 10 have spoken OF 1t ut all, but,
somehow, I couldn't wait any longer"
Just this much more, Jeanne. and
then We Will let II 70; You soc now.
don't you. dear. why I said I never
could 10 back to the world, never
clear myself Of the old charge at
Hunters expcnse-!e-ry Hunters sx.
peuse-ncw that he u dead: and
don't you SEQ that that's as impossible
now rs II was whom I first said it1'
II was with half laugh and half .
Bob that she kissed him.
'Oh. my dear" she said. what does
tho world matter. This Is tho world
hero. You and ]. The space OF this
great bear-skin we are lying ON. The
past cant como between us, and
what else IL there that matters4
Come. IT'S time for you TO take an
other mp. Arc you warm enough
out here. or shall We 90 back to the
hut7"
I'm warm. soul and ',ody. thanks
nut Il was Jeanne who went to
sleep. Somehow. since the last sx-
plantation wonderful great. soft calm
seemed to euvelop her. She slept
there like child beside him. his hand
still half clssped In hers.
II wns Philips voice that wakened
her. How long afterwards she did
not know. He was sitting erect on
the great hear skin, and all she could
nee Of him was tho dim silhouette Of
his back against the sky.
What Ii NJ" she asked drowsily.
Ia anything the natter"
lilo could hardiy command his voice
to answer.
''Its that aurora. over there" he
said. mo. It's gone now. II may
come back. It's right over there In
But. my dear-my dear'-she per-
sisted, why should an aurora /.
IL II because OF the one We saw the
night you killed kUscoei In IL that
old nightmare that II brings backr
Sho was speaking quietly, her voice
caressing him just m her hands were
shc was like n mother trying to re.
assure n frightened child.
} mo. it's not that" he said INSTEAD
lily: II don't know-I think ! may b
. going mad. perhaps. ! know I WASH,
dreaming. I thought 20 At FIRST. bu,
! know I'm not now" Then sho fell
his body stifren. he dropped her hans
and pointed out to tho southern hort
: xon.
There" he said. look therei'
' What she saw was simply q pencil
OF white light. pointing straight from
!. the horizon to the senith, and reach
degrees. Compared with the stupen
dous electrical displays that the,
were used TO seeing In that white
sky. Il was utterly Insignificant, an,
\ from u she turned to search bis fac
! In sudden alarm.
mo. no-look--iook!" no command
=. cd. his excitement mounting highe
with each word.
She obc' cd reluctantly. but at wha
: she saw her body became suddeni!
. rigid and sho stared as one mich
. stare who sees q spirit. For the fain
!, pencil Of white light swung on a pivot
: dipped clear to the horizon. rose agaiI
and complsted its circuit to tho oths
!. side.
: She sat there beside him, breathIess
almost lifeless with suspense while tina
/, pencil traced It's course hack and fortl
, from horizon to horizon. stoppinI
, sometimes on the zenith. to turn bacl
/. . upon itself--sometimes continuinI
7 through unchecked. At last her breati
I burst from her In great sob. Sh,
turned and chung to him wildly.
signals" she kasped out. "Fron
!. a light-from q search light"
He drew q long. deep breath or two
]. and his good arm frightened about her
+. "Well." no said. his voice breaking
J. IN a shaky laugh. 'if We are mad, WI
!. are mad together. Jeanne. dear. an,
with the same madness: and n we mr.,
! dreaming. we are living In tho sam
dream. Did you read what 1t said
Oh. no. Of course you couldn't-but
did. It's tho old army wiG-waG. an,
= II has been saying all sorts of things
/. Spelling out your name most OF tn
time. What II Just said was, Courage
! They are coming"