Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1925-04-08

1t slid out unaWareS.
How long have you thought of me
only as iris, your Iris ?"
ever since | first understood that
somewhere in the wide world there
was dear woman to love me and be
loved"
'But at one time you thought her
name was Elizabeth
"A delusion, a miragei That is why
those who christened you had the wis
dom of the gods.
Another interlude. They grew calm
er, more sedate. 1t was so undenlably
true they loved one another that the
fact was becoming venerable with age.
Iris was perhaps the first to recognize
it's quiet certainty.
"As | cannot get you to talk reason
ably" she protested, II must appeal
to your sympathy. | am hungry, and
oh, so thirsty"
The girl had hardly eaten a morsel
for her midday meal. Then she was
Respondent utterly broken-hearted.
Now she was filled with a new hope.
There was a fresh motive in eXis-
tence. Whether destined to live an
hour or half century, she would
never, never leave him, nor, OF
course, could he ever, ever leave her.
Some things were quite impossible
for example, that they should part.
jerks brought her a biscuit, tin
of meat, and that most doleful cup OF
champagne.
ut is not exactly frappe," he said,
handing her the insipid beverage,
'but, under other conditions, it is
wine almost worthy to toast you IN
She fancied she had never before
noticed what charming smile he had.
""Toast' is peculiarly suitable
word" she cried. Il am simply trlz-
zling. In these warm clothes
She stopped For the first time since
that prehistoric period when she was
Miss Deane" and he "Mr. jerks" she
remembered the manner of her gar
ments.
st is not the warm clothing you feel
so much as the want of air" seX-
planned the sailor readily. "This tar
paulin has made the place very stuffy
but we must put up with it until sun
down. By the way, what is that?
A light tap on the tarred canvas di-
rectly over his head had caught his
ear. Iris, glad of the diversion, told
him she had heard the noise three or
four times. but fancied it was caused
nv the occasional rustling of the sheet
on the uprights.
jerks had not allowed his attention
to wander altogether from external
events. Since the Dyaks' last escapade
there was no sign of them in the val
lev or on either beach. Not for trivial
cause would they come again within
range of the Lee-Metfords.
They waited and listened silently
Another tap sounded on the tarpaulln
in a different place, and they both
concurred in the belief that something
had darted in curved flight over the
ledge and fallen on top OF their pro-
tecting shield.
'Iet us see what the game IS, eX-
claimed the sailor. He crept to the
back of the ledge and drew himself up
until he could reach over the sheet
He returned. carrying in his hand
couple of tiny arrows.
"There are no less than seven OF
these things sticking in the canvas,
he said. "They don't look very ter
rible. I suppose that is what my In
dian friends meant by warning me
against the trees on the right.
He did not tell Iris all the Mahom-
medan said. There was no need to
alarm her causelessly. Even whilst
thew examined the curious missile an
other flew up from the valley and
lodged on the roof of their shelter.
The shaft of the arrow, made of
some extremely hard wood, was about
ten inches in length. Affixed to it was
a pointed fish-bone. sharp. but not
barbed. and not fastened in manner
suggestive of much sertngth. The ar
row was neither feathered nor grooved
for bow-string. Altogether it seemed
to be a childish weapon to be used by