The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1914-09-30
CHAPTER XVII.
This Mortal Tide.

she was very certain Sne would
never sleep before her anxiety was
assuaged by word Of Alan's fate: but
she reckoned without her host Of
trials that had bred in her q fatigue
anonymous even to her mental an
guish.
For a time after Barcus had left
her she fingered upon the sands, in
the mouth Of the shelter he had Sc
lected for her, staring hungrily out on
the shimmering sea that, now wholly
Invested Of it's shroud, smiled up to
the heavens, whose sapphire face it
mirrored, as fair and sweet Of SEEM
ing as though it had never yelled
heartless tragedy.
Slowly it darkened as the sapphire
above grew darker, blending insen-
sibly into rare ultramarine with the
slow decline Of the sun. by whose al
titude above the horizon the day had
not more than ninety minutes to run.
And she thought drowsily that il
that sun sank without her learning
that her lover lived, it would not rise
again upon world tenanted by Rose
Urine. il
1t was not true. she told herself, that
people never die Of broken hearts.
She knew that, were he taken from
her. she could no longer live. :.
And sleep overwhelmed her sud.
denly, like great, dark cloud :.
But its dominion over her faculties
was not Of long duration. Slowly.
heavily, mutinouSly, she was rescued
from it's nirvana-came to her senses
with an effect of one who energies
from some vast place of biackness and
terror, to find Barcus kneeling over
and gingerly but persistently shaking
her by the shoulder.
And then she sat up with a cry Of
mystified compassion: for in the brief
time that he had been absent-it had
not been more than an hour-Mr. Bar,
Gus had most unquestionably been se-
verely used.
He had acquired long cut over ono
eye, but shallow, upon which blood
aad dried, together with 4 bruised and
swollen cheek that was badly
scratched to boot. And what simple
articles of clothing remained to him,
after his strenuous experiences of the
last forty-eight hours, had been re-
duced to even greater simplicity; his
shirt, for example, now lacked a sleeve
that had been altogether torn away
at the shoulder.
"No!" he told her, as soon US he saw
her wits were awake once more
don't waste time plying me. I'm all
| right--and so is Alan! That's the
main thing for you to understand; he's
still alive and sound"
But where is he? Take me to
him!" she demanded, rising with a
movement of such grace and vigor
that it seemed hard to believe she had
ever known an instant's WEAKNESS.
That's the rub" Barcus confessed.
squatting on the sands and knuckling
his hair. Il dassont take you to him.
Judith might object. Besides, you can
see for yourself it isn't safe to mingle
with the Inhabitants of this tight
little island-and you can't get to
where Alan is without mingling con.
siderably. Sit down, and I'll tell you
all about it, and we'll try to figure out
what's best to be done. Maybe we
can manage rescue under cover Of
| night"
And when the girl had settled her
self beside him he launched into q
detailed report.
"It's Katama island, all right" he
announced. but a change has come
over the place since visited it some
years ago. Then it was community
of simple hearted villagers and fisher.
men; now, unless all signs fail, it's 4
den OF smugslers. l noticed q num-
Der of Chinese about; and that, taken
in connection with tho fact that, when
l ventured to introduce myself to tho
village ginmill and ask few inno-
cent questions, the entire population,
to a child, landed on me like thou
sand brick-the two circumstances
made me think we'd stumbled on a
settlement of earnest workers at the
gentle art of helping poor Cinnamon
eyade the exclusion laws" - w. -