Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1916-11-28

chaiAhee, but the SIRE keen ear asss
At least p littie Of the emotion thHf #*
troubling him. She kept = moments aiiEH1H
while the auiverine lights drew on ana 81
steadily. slowly iske A hoat OF firehiea %
the bosom Of the night
why don't you get tho telescopes ard
seer" she asked, at length.
NO use. It isn't nIght-glass Couldn't
see thing
but anyhow those lights mean msa
don't they7n
Naturally. But untn we know What
kind, we're better on right wnere We are.
I'm willing TO welcome the coming sueH4s
all right. " he's peaceful Otherwise. it's
powder and ball, hot water, stones and
things for hint"
The girl stared a moment at the snainesf.
while this new idea took root within her
brain.
"You--you don't mean" she faltered as
last, that these may be--savages7"
lie started at the word What makes
you think that7' he parried, striving to
spare her all needless alarm.
She pondered n moment, while the fre-
dots, like shoai OF swimming stars, drew
slowly nearer nearer the Manhattan ahores
Tell me, are they savages7'
How do know"
IT'S easy enough to see you've got an
opinion about H. You think they're saw
ages, don't your"
II think it's very possible"
ana II HO--Wnht tnenl
what then9 why in case they aren't
mighty nice and kind, there'll be hot time
In the old town. that's all And some
body1l set hurt. II won't be usl'
Another pregnant silence, while the night
wind stirred her hair and waited the warm
feminine perfume OF her to his nostrilH
Stern took a long, deep breath. sort OF
diszinoss crept over him. as from glass
| OF wine on an empty stomach. The call ot
woman strove to master him, but he re~
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| he spoke spoke to himself as much as 70
the girl spoko, lest he think too much.
There's n chance, a mere possibility
| said he. that those boats, canoes, coracies
or whatever they may be. belong TO white
| people, far descendants OF the few supposi-
| tlous survivors of the cataclysm. There's
| some slight chance that these people may
be civilized, or partly so.
why they're coming across the Hudson,
at this timo o. night, with what object and
| to what place, we can't even guess. All
we can do is wait and watch and--be ready
| Tor anything"
For some quarter of an hour neither
| spoke. Then at last said Stern:
See, nowl The lights seem to be wink
ing out. The canoes must have come close
| In toward the shore of the island. They're
being masked behind the trees. The people
whoever they are-wll be landing direct
ly nowV
"And then?"
wait and see!'
They resigned themselves TO patienca
Now, far In tho east, dim over the nat
aud drcary ruins of Long Island. the sky
began to silver through thin veil Of cirrus
cloud. A pallid moon was rising. Far be-
low breeze stirred the tree fronds in
Madison Forest. a bat staggered drunk-
emily about the tower then reeled away
into the gloom and high aloft an owl ut
tered its melancholy plant.
Beatrice shuddered.
They'll be here pretty soonF' whispered
she. Hadn't we better go down and get
our guns? In case"
while"
"IIarlt What's that2" she exclaimed
suddenly, holding her breath.
on to uorthward dun mufied, all but
inaudlhe. they both heard rhythmic pulls
ing, strangely barbaric.
"Heavens!" calculated Stern. War
drums Tom.toms, as 1 liver
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