Nogales international., 1932-08-10

not decide until Linda Waterman oners TO
divorce her husband so he can marry Dana;
Dennis refuses to accept his freedom, and
Diana sends him away. Rathbone and Dlana
see only a hopeless future SO long as Kosane
lives Then Rosalie, who had gone tor a
stroll in the woods, does not return. What
has happened to her!
NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
Unless the fog lifted it might mean
being out all night in the cold and
wretchedness.
He turned to retrace his steps to
where he had left the trap when sud
denly mufaed cry broke the silence.
It sounded weird and unearthly, COM
;nc. as it did, through the sitting fog
blanket, and Jonas felt his skin rise
in little pin points as he waited tor It
to be repeated.
Then it came again-a woman's
wailing voice.
For a moment he stood petrifed
then he went blindly forward as
quickly as the hampering conditions
would permit, in the direction from
which he thought that cry came.
It was not exactly a call for help
it was more like frightened wall,
but it urged the boy on till suddenly
he pnlled up sharply, only saving him
self with difficulty as he found he was
on the river bank.
A sloping, muddy bank, broken
away by much rain and weather; but
now the cry was nearer-almost at
his feet, it seemed-and he answered
it with a shout, cupping his hands
round his mouth to make it carry tur-
ther.
"Ip1lo :. +. there!"
His own sense of he1plessness was
appalling; one might as well have been
imprisoned by walls as by this blanket
of increasing darkness. He shouted
again with all the strength of his
young voice, and then, suddenly, as if
by a miracle, the fog bank seemed to
break for the smallest fraction of a
moment, like a curtain being slowly
raised by mocking hand in order to
show him the thing he sought.
She was in the river :. its width
away from him half-drowned
piteous thing, clinging with frail hands
to the overhanging bough of rottlng
willow, her white face upturned, her
flaming dark hair dank and horrible,
her mouth wide open as if to give
utterance once more to that waihng
cry.
Jonas caught his breath; instinct
lively he began to tear off his coat
when the fog came silently down again
shutting her out, leaving him there
shivering and helpless, on the muddy
slippery bank. :
1t seemed lifetime before he could
nerve himself to fresh action. Every
thing was unreal, uncanny ; the silently
flowing river like a half-dead poison
ous snake creeping by at his feet, anc
the strange impenetrable menace Of
the fog g-enwrapped world.
Jonas seemed suddenly to see Diana:
face: her blue eyes, her sensitive mo
bile face Little head running
over with gold. -"
Diana would be happy again if hs
left Miss Rosalie to die.
He was shivering from head to foot
as with his whole body strained for
ward he started and stared into the
fog to where she had been.
OF what use was her life? What
did her happiness matter that another S
so much more precious, should be
sacrificed to it?
In the few seconds of his hesitation
it seemed to Jonas that he argued th'
whole question out with cold calcula
ton before, with an effort that seemed
purely physical, he pulled himself to-
gether and turned deliberately away
Let her die s. nobody would eve
know.
'I would do anything in the worlt
! for you"
/ He had told Diana that more thar
{ once and he had meant it with every
fibre of his being. He was conscious
| OF a queer sense of triumph to thinl
that even though Diana would never
| know; he was fulfilling his promises
Then the cry came again: strangled
weaker, more despairing, the cry tina
might have come from a child o.
/ from one of the lost lambs which HI
and Shurey had sought for togethe1
one bitter March month after heav!
fall of snow.
For one second still Jonas hesitafed
standing rigid, his head craned for
ward in strained attention; then h
turned back with quiet deliberation
scrambled down the muddy bank, ant
! plunged into the icy river.
CHAPTER XIII
Anna was perturbed.
Half a dozen times she had been IL
to Diana, and found her sleeping al
ways in the same position, lying OF
her side, her face turned against thu
pillows, an arm flung up above hel
head
Half dozen times since the early
morning when Diana had come home