The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1917-03-24

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When He Opened His Eyes Later, He
Found Food and Drink Near.
sight, he fanc{ed his wavering senses
deceiyjng him, until he put out his
hand and felt actually the substance
Of what he saw. He took up bottle
Of milk incredulously, and slipped at II
with the caution of a man not unused
to periods of starvation. He broke
eggs and swallowed them, at intervals,
hungrily from the shell; and meat he
cached, animal-like, in nearby Gran.
MES, and, manlike, in his pockets.
he was determined, if she should
come again, to intercept his visitor.
For forty-eight hours he tried cat-naps
with an occasional sandwich to keep
up his strength. Nan returned I'm.
seen, and disappeared despite his
watchfulness. A new supply of food
proved she had been near, but that 1t
would be hard to time her coming.
When she did come, the third time,
an innocent snare discovered her pres.
ence. 1t was just before day, and De
Spain had so scattered small obstacles
-handfuls of gravel and little chips OF
rock-that should she cross the ledge
In the dark she could hardly escape
rousing him.
The device betrayed her. 'I'm
nweke," announced De Spain at once
from his retreat. When she stopped
Mt the words he could not see her; she
had flattened herself, standing, against
wall of the ledge. He waited pa.
tiently. "YOu give me no chance to
thank you," he went on after pause.
II don't need any thanks" she replied
with calculated GOODNESS. II am hop.
Ing when you are we'll enough you
will 60 away quietly in the night. That
will be the only way you can thank
me-"
II shall be as glad to go as you can
be to have me" srejoined De Spain.
But that won't be thanking you as
am going to. If you think you can
save my life and refuse my thanks as
[ mean to express them-you are mis-
taken. I will be perfectly honest. Ly-
Ing out here isn't just what I'd choose
Tor comfort. But If by doing it /
could see you once in two or three
days"
"You won't see me again."
mo news could be worse. And If
can't, don't know how I'm going
to get out at all. I've no horse-you
know that. I can't stand on my foot
yet; If you had light you might see
FOR yourself. think showed you my
gun. If you could tell me where
am"
He halted on the implied question.
Nan took ample time to reply.
"Do you mean to tell me you don't
know where you are7' she asked, and
there was touch of vexed incredulity
In her tone.
De Spain seemed unmoved by her
skepticism. II can't tell you anything
else," he said simply. "You couldn't
have any idea crawled up here for
the fun-of it,
1--WE been trying to think" she re.
turned, and he perceived in the hard.
ness Of her voice how at bay she felt
In giving him the least bit Of infor.
nation, whether ought to tell you
anything at all"
II couldn't very decently take any
unfair advantage after what you've
done, could II"
'"rhen-you are in Morgan's gap,n
she said, swiftly, as If she wanted II
of her mind.
There was no movement of surprise,
neither was there any answer. II
supposed, when I found you here, you
knew that" she added less resolutely
the darkness and silence were plainly
a strain. "You are at the foot Of Mu.
sic mountain, about a mile from where
live"
"You must have thought meant to
raid your house. I didn't. was hit,
I got mixed up in trying to get away,
You want me out Of here7" i
every much"
"No more than I want to get out,
Perhaps by tomorrow I could walk q
few miles. I should have to assassi-
nate somebody to get some ammuni.
hon."
ut wouldn't be hard for, you to do
that, I presume"
Her words and her tone revealed the
Intensity of her dislike and the depth
Of her distrust.
He was silent for q moment. Then
he said, without resentment, "You are
ashamed already Of saying that, aren't
your
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