The daily Alaskan., 1917-07-24

"A. HiuRSsY Company. 1 ano me sum total. 6r:knowIedge Is ad-, Yanced several thousand feet.
 After we had covered several miles, as 1t seemed to me, I suggested that I I've had better not go much farther Paway from home.
 "Yhy not ?, Lucille queried.
 We might not get back in.tfme for lunch"
 T brought our lunch" she said and produced flask of water. I groaned. l had nearly forgotten that thero was to be no lunch. It's curious how much you depend on meals Ito break up therda All the morning long you keep thinking. T must get 90 much doua before lunch," and then in the afternoon you spur yourself on to an extra effort with the thought of a better dinner than usual when you get through. Take these meal land marks out of your day and what Is left2 Nothing but dreary. dead level ueSerr or time, day whose nmiS seeIn tnterminRbie.
 "How many days Is it until we eat agafnT 1. asked hopelessly.
 t"SiI and a .half," Lucille computed. 'ePhen. we get some orange juice, and a few kernels ofpopcorn."
 .'sThen whatT' ! aThats all for the first day"
 4 few kernels of popcorn! Can you imagine 6 kernel of popcorn floating ] hIther and yon fn, all that sea of water land finally giving up with a despairing shriek when 1t finds there Is no place to lsnd7
 "You mustn't think. of things to eat You're not. really hungry. It is your l imagination. Tighten your belt and you won't know that you haven't eaten"
 I followed her advice. True enough, the belt was quite. loose. A terrible thought struck me-a.few days of fast ing and l would have to wear suspend ersl had always prided myself on a self supporting figure, as 1t were, and had jeered at the fence rail build which is obliged to hang all Its garments from Its shoulders. Already with one meal missing I was up to the last notch in my belt.
 Along toward noon I noticed dis ,tinct headache.
 'phat will passcaway," Luc''e assured ma Hinton & Clair saws so, and he I ought to know" ] "Why ought he to known snapped. HDId he invent headaches, or Is be just 1 Eeneralizing from reading about some i body else's headache2 This pain I've got here has settled In my region of thought for a. long run, and defy any Lipton S. Clair to drive 1t out" Don't be cross" Lucille soothed. "Let me dip my handkerchief in this spring here and wet your forehead with 1t" .. She did, and while 1t didn't do any good I always like to have her fussing around me.
 The spring is one7thst every one yis- its who comes to the island, and there Is a tin cup sitting on a rock near by. ] | started-to get drink. "You mustn't drink that water" Lu- cIls stopped me. "You must not drink anything but. distilled water while you are fasting"
 "Why notT"
 Because, when there is nothing else in 1t, the stomach is particularly sus- ceptibls,to disease"
 That was more of L. S. Clair's maga- zine stun. I knew 1t. Probably he got about 5 cents word for 1t too.
 'sThat water, pure as 1t is, may have microbes in it." she continued.
 What chance would a microbe have against my stomachT" returned bit terly, but refrained from drinking the water. In those days that woman had me under her thumb.
 At nightfall we sat around that white table once more. I think even Luciles enthusiasm was wavering. It seemed distinctly more of an effort to be cheer ful than 1t had at breakfast. Her moth CT was frankly miserable andyeyed me with a glance which warned me that