The Raymer enterprise., 1916-05-11

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Hungry and thirsty asS--s - -
shuddered as she thought of the added
pangs that might be hers. She called
aloud in her distress, her despair
There came no answer, save In the
shrieks Of the circling birds whick
hovered. ghostlike. above her.
The waves bore her onward. she
knew not where, and cared not how.
for how many hours she could not tell.
Face to face with herself. her past, her
future. the unhappy girl passed ~
period Of unknown duration. engaged
in her own reflections.
1t was not her own life she feared to
loso. so she said, for life after all was
little thing, temporary passage at
best. But II only she might have
lived now for the sake Of that which
she felt in her own heart-for the
sake of that uncompleted period of her
own life whose dawn she acknowl
edged to have seen but now!
He was gone! She had seen him
swept away before her very eyes. He
was her enemy, who had SO often
taunted her and defed her, who had
fought her in every contest Of wits
yet in turn he had aided her to escape
and saved her but now-instead OF
enemy he had turned into friend or
more than friend-and he was gone
The sunset of her day came even with
Its dawn.
"Yes," she said to herself, ''he saved
me at tho cost of his own life." And
the life OF that other faithful friend.
Roleau. the dauntless, 1t, too. had
been wasted to save her own-the life
she now could hold but worthless.
since 1t must be lived alone. They
were dead-and she had been the
cause Of that. What could life hold
further for her?
Kitty Gray bent her head down upon
her knees. Her hair fell about her
face. And thus she sat. she knew not
how long. resigning herself to her
fate, making her peace with what she
felt now must come. Now" said she,
''let me die." And when once more
the sleep of exhaustion came upon her
she thought 1t that Of death itself.
She wakened. none the less, in
time-for strong indeed are the ties
that bind US whether or not we like
to this life into which we are born
without our asking She wakened and
stared with hollow eyes about her at
world which she neither knew nor
loved. But even 80. at length her gaze
found something to cause her eyes to
kindle. her breath to come q tribe
faster.
Far IN the distance she had caught
sight CT the shore of distant land
tho sane sight which in turn had met
tho gaze of that friend whom now she
mourned. 1t lay there low on the ses
and distant-land, some sort of land
sho knew not what.
She looked at It DULY, alphabetically
In truth. sho was too far gone to caro-
Whether or not she retained con
sciousness through the remainder o.
her voyage. she herself could never
tell.
At length. weak and unimportani
bit cf flotsan Of the sea, Kitty Gray
was cast up upon the shore. rejected
by that sea but now so eager to claim
her as its own. Yes, by some miracle
she dared not ask what, she had been
spared. This at least was land. II
death must come. 1t was not now tc
be death through peril Of the sea
Yearly sho liftei herself from hei
bed upon the sand, raised herself upon
an elbow to look about ner.
What she saw gave her no great dc
light. Rather, had she had strength
left for terror. she had known addition
al terror now.
Approaching from distance were
certain figures. inhabitants Of this
land. whose look she could not recog
nize, whose language she could not
understand. They approached. shout ,
Ing, gesticulating. They were armed,
and they advanced upon her menao
ingly.
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