The Daily Alaska empire., 1933-10-09

| DplIASAA Su6S e AiiA WAeh = oSuSAS ;oE. l He sat looking at it for long time. and for as long as he looked at it there were pictures in his mind broken pictures that came and went, forming. dissolving, and re- forming. When he tried to think about them they were gone. He was left with sense of things most deep- ly familiar. e e He walked on towards the hill. He had bought food in Ledlington. At midday he sat on sunny slope and ate.s Afterwards he fell asleep and dreamed about the emeralds. It was the same dream every time he slept, but it was getting clearer. In the dream he always knew where the emeralds were, but as soon as he woke up the knowledge faded. Sometimes he could hold it for a moment by shutting his eyes and keeping his mind empty; but as soon as he tried to keep it. it was gone.
 The dream always began the same way. He could remember the begin ning-Elmer's hand with the scar. and the emeralds dangling from it under the iight-eight square green stones with pearls between them.
 Then the dream broke up into a rush of colored fragments. There was a voice in a fog. There was the sound of shot long way off. There was the voice, and there was pic ture in his mind of tall stone pillars with pineapple tops. and drive that wound between them out of sight. The voice said, Like kids green beads" and, Nobody knows where they are." But in the dream he knew. A round room with five little windows like slits-a place where you might look for year and never find them.
 He woke up. the sun hot on his face. The dream was gone, but the hill still broke the horizon. In some strange way he associated the hill and the dream. He made a pillow of bracken for his head and lay on the slope watching the hill. Pres ently he would get to it-present- ! ly.
 He slept again.
 ITS eleven o'clock" said Caroline
 ? to Patsy Ann. I'm going to bed"
 She went up the stairs, which ended on tiny landing with door on either side. Her room was on the left. and you went down two steps tn it. Both the steps and the floor of the room were old polished boards, very wayy and uneven. The window. which looked to the front of the house. was set in deep embrasure.
 She shut the door and turned on the light in the lamp beside her bed. Hazelbury West had had electric Flight for the last eight years and considered itself very up to date in consequence.
 Caroline turned down her bed. folding the quilt carefully and lay.
 Ing it on the chest in which she kept her hats. She had said she wanted to come to bed, but she wasn't really sleepy.
 She opened the bottom drawer of the chest of drawers which faced the window and took out a bundle of letters tied with a twist of pale blus knitting silk. Then she went over to the bed. Sitting down on the edge of it, she united the bundle and turned the letters over. N
 There were not great many of them. Two the first year after Jim went out-one for her birthday. and one for Christmas-and two again the second year, and the third. h the fourth year he only wrote foi Christmas. The pain of that missed birthday came across the three years interval and hurt her still.
 In the fifth year there was no let ter at all. On her birthday and or Christmas day Caroline read the old letters and tried to make believe that they had just come. It was moi very successful make believe.
 In the sixth year there were still no letters.
 And then in the seventh year this year-they began again. He had written at Christmas from New York. Caroline got out the letter and read it again. It was very nice letter. She hugged herself a little over it. It began, as all his letters had begun, Darling Caroline; and it was quite long. He had been building bridge in Mexico, and he had been in Chile. and Peru, and up in wild places in the Andes. He was hers, Jim. He always signed just like that: Yours. Jim." . fcopmi0ht. fe;s..J. B. sLippiacott Col
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