The Denison review., 1914-12-16

his breast. Then he gave way to the
hysteria of the hunted and the haunted.
II don't know whose god yos, are. J,
he muttered. .buts ii you must have ~
take it." And into the open aocket
he thrust the paper that held the se-
cret Of his mine. 4.
That sleep which IS like q fhot IN the
heart overlook Gallon before the Santa
Clara was we'll to sea. He was awak-
ened from it by the sound Of an alter
cation.
you've got to put back to bort.
said voice in an ugly tone. I. :s,.
There was a fusilade Of shots. and
then the deck beneath him tilted slow
IL. sThe chest slid down the deck to- 1
ward shore. Gallon locked the chest
dragged It. across the sill and then
looked back to see an enormous wau
Of water. This wall crumpled, faded.
yet left him breathless. What wes ths
matter? Then he saw huge columns
OF smoke pouring out from thaF after.
part Of the ship. II was rot the IN
exorable and avenging sea, but hre.
He saw the boats 50 over the side. He
saw two men struggling IN the st9pat-g
yet It was a dream. His c0nsci0usness
held but two facts lone the chest that
contained the secret % his mine. the
other the key that had locked within
that strange and allen depository the !
picture Of little girl.
Six hours later a heavy ga drOvega
piece OF wrecknge up the crumblihg
beach beneath cliff ON the Oregon
shore. On it was mnn-brine drench>
ed. almost unconscious. but still able
to crawl beyond the reach Of the An-
gering breakers. clutching . key. Il
was Thomas Gallon. n q \. 3t ~
He sat down and stared tat the burn
ing ship he had left. Dimly be rsnaem-
bered those strange nunbefs that
marked the position Of that vessel
flaming to destruction lar out On, H.
horizon. ss, Va,
But how to remember them7 How
to keep this precious Information, n
bis head. His cropping fingers founq
the key. A moment later be. was
scratching the numbers on its soft sar-
face. 4, Il 81. 7. 4
..This." he said through his selt
parched lips. sis the nsaster key Hs
stored up ct the rblue Try: and then
bowed his head II 1ttsf Veil ].
j I. =. . <-E =
.if wilkerson n alive DO knowS
Every day IL the same. When can 4
fnd the secret OF The Master Key
Thomas Gallon then picked up his
letter tile and daily looked over its
contents. ,e3 \, n =
"Funny." he thought to himsslf.
.'that that enginesf that wrote to
Drake about has not turned up." He .
fumbled the letter uncertainty. but the
name caught His eye John Dorr.
At that very menest the motor stage
chugged slowly into camp. and . tall.
heavily built man swung down tnt0
the street. suit case n hand. He look |
ed about him with 1 trained eye. He
saw the opening Of q mine upon the
hil-the trestle crawling toward ths
dump. the pump hUnse-all the para
phernalia Of an active mine, but he
also perceived that the stamp mill was
silent. sst4
1"l'lI bet they've lost the loder. he
thought TO himself. He turned to .
miner who was passing and asked.
Where is MIR. Gallon?'
up there In that bungalow" 1ae
the reply. s.ts u
John Dorr Strengthened himself %
and went quietly up the activity. until
he finally arrived before q typical Cali
fornia house. To his great ast0nlSh Z
ment slender. fair haired girl con.
fronted him. instead OF the brusQpe.
rude miner he had been led 70 e.
peet he would meet on his arrival 4t
The Master Key" ";
I'm John. Dorr." he said awkwaully. q \;
II came to see Mr.. Galion. I am the
new mining engineer q,
Ruth looked at him critically. He
was nothing like the men she was
ssed to. His clothes were good. He
fairly breathed soap and water. and
his very apparent strength glowed be-
neath clear. smooth skin and well !
proportioned limbs Then she met his
eyes In frank admiration, y
IN call father" she said. but ahs
ktill hesitated. That gentle pause
brought the blood to John DORIS face
He realized that this waa . moment
he would always remember