The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1923-08-03
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, ing from nowhere in particular,
famed his forehead and he glanced
back over his shoulder to see Hyde,
in faded pajamas, beaming cordially.
at him. I
Morning" said Pennington. II
was just admirlng your landscape.
The amazing thing about this life,
Hyde, is that one never finishes dis
covering new things"
"Such as-?"
"Such as those islands, for ex-,,
ample. l never remember seeingN
them before" ~
The planter Joined him.
"It's gray world-before the sun
is up" unused the younger man.
"What d'you call that lsland?"
(which one?"
"The larger of the three"
Hyde smiled.
Strictly speaking, it has no
name; but, for want of something
better to do, I've dubbed it "Island
NJ"
"Any particular reason?"
"There were once three tall trees
on a hillock, that stood out from all
the rest. During cyclone, one of
them fell across the two others
and it's stopped there ever since. 1t
looks as much like an M as anything
else"
< Ever been there p DIS IN
"Can't say that AII have. There
used to be colony of natives. You
can still see what remains of their
houses. But they cleared out in
panic after the storm-and I've
heard since that its supposed locally
to be haunted" loon. 40
Pennington drew himself erect
and inhaled deep breath.
II can see those trees" jerked out
Pennington suddenly, shading his
eyes. "I've feeling in my bones I'd
like to run over there one of these.
days."
"There's nothing to stop you. Only
you'd have to paddle yourself across
or swim it. doubt very much If
you'd succeed in bribing anyone in
the locality to take you there"
The boy appeared suddenly with
tea and green bananas, and the con-
versation turned upon other subjects.
Presently Pennington was some-
what surprised to see the figure of a
girl on short, sturdy pony wheel
into view on the broad path that
wound between the trees. She cam
tered up to the bungalow, dismount-
ed, and slung the reins over post.
She came up the steps, trim,
youthful figure, her eyes sparkling
NO thov foil ,,nnn uuAo
!! Morning, dad!"-and then she
saw Pennington.
Both men yrose to their feet.
t"This is my daughter" said the
planter by way of introduction.
"Dora, I don't think you've met Mr..
Pennington"
The girl dropped into cane chair. J
give been ever so far. l left Jack
in the lines and rode through the
native village, right into the jungle.
love the dawn, don't you, Mr.. PEN
nington7"
Dora married young Bateson--
my second assistant" explained the
planter.
care you q, planter?" The girl sur
veyed bennington curiously.
He shook his head
give never planted anything in
my life," he said. "As matter of
fact, I'm criminally overpaid by a
much trusting Government to look
after the interests of pretty women
who 60 out riding, alone, before
dawn"
Mrs. Bateson flushed. -
."Are you laughing at me, Mr..
Pennington?
"On the contrary, was never
more serious in my life"
Pennington rolled his own cigawts.
He did SO now and the girl, lying
back in her chair, watched him in
Mute fascination He glanced up
presently and passed her an op&n
tin that stood on the table near his
arm.
The corners of Dora Bateson's
pretty mouth dropped.
| "Is this a sort of special conces-
sion, Mr.. Pennington she demand
ed, bending forward toward the
match he held out.
CONTINUED in Our Next lssue)