Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1925-01-07
''The Wings Of The Morning"
A TALE OF ADVENTURE
Copyright b EdwarJ Code
A TALE OF ADVENTURE

ton but by the plain evidence of his
earlier dealings with her. Then why
this affectation of coarseness, this
borrowed aroma of the steward s
mess and the forecastle.
To the best of her ability she 81
lently helped in the work of salvage
They made queer collection A case
of champagne, and another of brandy
A box of books. A pair of night glas-
ses. A compass. Several boxes OF
ships biscuits, coated with salt, but
saved by their hardness, having been
immersed but a few seconds. Two
large cases of hams in equally good
condition. Some huge dish-covers. A
bit of twisted ironwork, and great
quantity of cordage and timber.
There was one very heavy package
which their united strength could not
lift. The sailor searched round until
he found an iron bar that could be
wrenched from it's socket. With this
he pried open the strong outer cover
and revealed the contents-regulat
boxes of Lee-Metford ammunition
each containing 500 rounds.
"Ah!" he cried, NOW we want some
rifles
what good would they be-" in
quired Iris
He softly denounced himself as a
fool, but he answered at once: '"To
shoot birds, of course, Miss Deane
There are plenty here, and many OF
them are edible"
"You have two revolvers and some
cartridges
eyes. They are useful in way, but
not for pot-hunting."
"How stupid of me! What you real
1y need is a shotgun"
He smiled grimly. At times his sense
of humor forced way through the
outward shield of reserve, of defiance
it might be.
"The only persons I ever heard of,
he said, "who landed under compul-
sion on a desert island with ship
load of requisites, were the Swiss
Family Robinson"
Good gracious!" cried Iris irrel-
evantly; ST had not even thought OF
Robinson Crusoe until this moment
Isn't it odd? I've
She pulled herself up short, firmly
resolved not to blush. Without finch
ing she challenged him to complete
her sentence. He dared not do it. He
could not be mean enough to take al
vantage of her slip.
Instantly he helped her embarrass
ment. "I hope the parallel will no
hold good,'' he said. "In any event, you
Miss Deane, fill a part less familiar
in fiction"
Il The phrase was neat. 1t meant mucf
or little, as fancy dictated Iris a
first felt profoundly grateful for his
tact. Thinking the words over at leis
ure she became hot and very angry.
They worked in silence for another
hour. The sun was nearing the zenith
They were distressed with the increas
inc heat of the day jerks secured
ham and some biscuits, some pieces
of driftwood and the binoculars, ant
invited Miss Deane to accompany hin
to the grove. She obeyed without 6
word. though she wondered how he
proposed to light fire. To contribute
something towards the expected feas'
she picked up dish-cover and bot
tie of champagne.
The sailor. eyed the concluding item
with disfavor "Not whilst the sun is
up" he said. "In the evening, yes.
"It was for you," explained Iris
coldIy. IT do not drink wine
"You must break the pledge whilst
YOU are here, Miss Deane. 1t is often
very cold at night in this latitude. A
chill would mean fever and perhaps
death"
what strange mani" murmured
the girl.
She covertly watched his prepare
tions He tore dry leaf from a note
book and broke the bullet out OF
cartridge, damping the powder with
water from a pitcher-plant. Smearine
the composition on the paper he placed
it in the sun, where it dried at once
He gathered a small bundle of with
cred spines from the palms and ar
ranged the driftwood on top, choosing
a place for his bonfire just within the
shade. Then, inserting the touch
paper among the spines, he unscrewed
one of the lenses OF the binoculars
converted it into burning glass, and
had fine blaze roaring merrily IN
few minutes. With the aid of pointed
sticks he grilled some slices of ham,
cut with his clasp-knife, which he first
carefully cleaned in the earth. The
biscuits were the variety that become
soft when toasted. and so he balanced
few by stones near the fire.
Iris forgot her annoyance in her in
terest A most appetizing smell filled
the air They were having a picnic
amidst delightful surroundings. Yes
terday at this time-she almost yielded
/ to a rush of sentiment, but forced it
| back with instant determination. Tears
were poor resource, unmindful of
Gods goodness to herself and her
companion. Without the sailor what
would have become of her, even were
she thrown ashore while still living?
She knew none of the expedients
which seemed to be at his command.
It was a most ungratefu1 proceeding
to be vexed with him for her own
thoughtless suggestion that she oc-
cupied new role as Mrs. Crusoe.
"Can I do nothing to help?" she ex-
claimed So contrite was her tone that
| jerks was astonished.
Eyes" he said, pointing to the dish
cover eff you polish the top of that
with your sleeve it will serve as a
plate Luncheon is ready"
He neatly dished UP two slices of