The Idaho recorder. [volume] (Salmon City, Idaho) 1886-1927, 1915-03-04
CHAPTER XVII.
This Mortal Tide.

I MS MORTAL ! lhSs
She was very certain she would |
never sleep before her anxiety was |
assuaged by word OF Alans fate; but
she reckoned without her host OF
trials that had bred in her a fatigue
anonymous even to her mental an
gush.
II was not true, she told herself, that
people never die of broken hearts.
She knew that, we're he taken from
her. she could no longer live. i
And sleep overwhelmed her sud
denly like a great, dark cloud >.
But its dominion over her faculties
was not of long duration. Slowly
heavily, mutinously, she was rescued
from its nirvana-came to her senses
with an effect of one who emerges
from some vast place OF blackness and
terror, to find Barcus kneeling over
and gingerly but persistently shaking
her by the shoulder
And then she sat up with cry of
mystifed 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 Sc
verely used.
He had acquired long cut over one
eye, but shallow, upon which blood
had dried, together with 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 sleeve
that had been altogether torn away
at the shoulder
moi" he told her, as soon as 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
hlm!" she demanded. rising with a
movement of such grace and vfgor
that II 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 dassent take you to him.
Judith might object Besides, you can
see for yourself 1t isn't safe to mingle
with the inhabitants OF this tight
little standard you can't get to
where Alan 10 without mingling con,
siderably. Sit down. and I'll tell you
all about II. and wen try to figure out
what's best 20 be done. Maybe we
can manage q rescue under cover oil
night"
And when the girl had settled her
self beside him he launched into O
detailed report.
ITS Katama island. all right" he
announced. but change has come
over the place since | visited It some
years ago Then It was a community
OF simple-hearted villagers and fisher.
men: now. unless all signs fail. it's a
den of smugglers, noticed mum.
Der OF Chinese about: and that. taken
in connection with the fact that. when
ventured to introduce myself To the
village ginmill and ask a few limo
cent questions. the entire population,
to a child. landed on me like a 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"
With wry smile. he pursued: AS
{ for me 4 landed out hack OF the yDipt
on the nape OF my neck, and took the
count. surrounded by lot OF unsym
pathetic boxes and barrels that hat
seen better dave Aud when came I,
and started TO crawl unostentatlously
away, | was just in time to witness th,
landing OF your amlable sister, tina
gang OF cutthrnRts she keeps on tht
pay roll, aud Alan In company With A
choice crew OF scoYndrsls as you',
care to see. | gathered syom few
words that leaked out Q: the back doc
OF the bRrroom. that Il was as hat
thought-Iudith had stolen a boa
from the ship that picked her up. ant
rammed Il on Norton's reef: and afte
she gathered Alan In the schooner O
these smugglsrs happened along. an,
: she hailed IL and struck bargain wit
the captain and signed co-partnerski
. articles, or something like that. An,
way, her lot and the islanders wer
+ soon as thick IS thieves. and tankin
+ up 50 socially that actually got
| chance to whisper . word to Alan an