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1 > k, ®\; ̂ { }i:F >v'« , ̂ _, 1 &.JL.L" SEVEN WffiSTTR S'WfCHAS W. RUSSER PVK!C«( toio ev THff CENTURY CO ^'vHttini MV BY IHtiMKbfiC* -CO »>«B5™bs=j ^2^ JW«W * >^#iW(!Ji IIP?' ifl 4M1I -Agm *»»« **&, Threw It Far Out Into the Water. 8YNOPSI8. Philip Cayley, accused of a crime of which he is not guilty, resigns from the army In disgrace and his affection for his friend, I-ieut. Perry Hunter, turns to hatred. Cayley Beeks solitude, where he perfects a flying machine. While soaring over the Axe tic regions, he picks up a curiously 3haped stick he had seen In the assassin's hand. Mounting again, he dis­ covers a yacht anchored in tno bay. De­ scending near the steamer, he meets a girl on on ice floe. He learns that the girl's name is Jeanne Fielding and thai the yacht has come north to seek signs Of her father, Captain Fielding, an arctic explorer. A party from the yacht is ma­ king search ashore. After Cayley departs Jeanne flnds that he had dropped a cu­ riously-shaped stick. Captain Planck and the surviving crew of his wrecked whaler are in hiding on the coast. A slant ruf- man named Roscoe, had murdered Fielding and h!s two companions, after the ax- plorer had revealed the locatloh of an enormous ledge of pure gold. Roscoe then took command of the party. It develops that the ruffian had committed the mur­ der witnessed by Cayley. Roscoe plans to capture the yacht and escape with a Wg load ot gold. Jeanne tells Fanshaw, owner of the yacht, about the visit of the sky-man and shows him the stick left by Cayley. Fanshaw declares that it Is an ISsklmo throwlng-stlck, used to shoot darts. Tow Fanshaw returns from the searching party with a sprained ankle. Perry Hunter Is found murdered and Cayley la accused of the crime but Jeanne believes him Innocent. CHAPTER V.--Continued. "I might have saved him," he mur­ mured brokenly, "If I had not bung aloft there too long, just out of curi­ osity; if they had been men to me instead of puppets. But when 1 guessed what their intent was, guessed that it was something sinister, it was done before I could interfere. I saw him going backwards over the brink of a fissure in the ice, tugging at a dart that was in his throat. And when they had gone--his murder­ ers--" "They?" she cried. "Was there more than one?" "Yes," he said, "there was a party. There must have been ten or twelve at least. When they had gone I flew doyn and picked up that stick, which one of them had dropped--And to think I might have saved him!" Her hand still rested on his arm. Tm glad you told me," she said. She felt the arm stiffen suddenly at the sound of Tom Fanshaw's voice. "Jeanne, take your hand away! Can you touch a man like that? Can you believe the lies--" but there, with a peremptory gesture, his father si­ lenced him. But even he exclaimed at the girl's next action, for she stooped, picked up the blood-stained dart which lay at Philip Cayley's feet, and handed It to him. "Throw It away, please"--she said, "overboard, and as far as you can." Even before the other men cried out at his doing the thing she had asked him to, he hesitated and looked at her In some surprise. "Do it, please," she commanded; **I ask It seriously." Tom Fanshaw started out of his chair; then, as an intolerable twinge from his ankle stopped him, he dropped back again. His father moved quickly forward, too, but checked him­ self, the surprise in his face giving way to curiosity. At a general thing, Jeanne Fielding knew what she was about Philip Cayley took the dart and threw it Car out into the water. There was one more surprise in store for the two Fanshaws. When Cayley, without a glance toward eith­ er of them, walked out on the upper landing of the accommodation ladder, the girl accompanied him, and. Bide by side with him, descended the little stairway, at whose foot the dinghy waited. "You are still determined on that resolution of yours, are you, to aban­ don us all for the second time--all humankind I mean? This later accu- sation against you was so easily dis­ proved." "Disproved?" he questioned. "That beautiful faith of yours can't be called proof." "I meant Just what I said--dis­ proved. They shall admit It when I go back on deck. Wont you--won't you give us a chance to disbelieve the old story, too?" "I can never explain that now/' he said; "can never lay that phantom, never in the world." "I am sorry," she said holding out her hand to him. "I wish you'd give us a chance. Goodby." This time he took the hand, bowed over it and pressed it lightly to his lips. Then, without any other fare­ well than that, he dropped down Into dinghy and was rowed back to the floe--back to his wings. \ When she returned to the deck she found that Mr. Fanshaw had gone around to the other side of It to see the sky-man take to the air. But Tom sat, rigid, where he was. For the first time that she could re­ member, he was regarding her with open anger. "I knew," he said, "that you never liked Hunter, though I never could see why you should dislike him; and it didn't take two minutes to see that this man Cayley, with his wings and his romance, had fascinated you. But in spite of that, I thought you had a better sense of Justice than you showed oust now." She flushed a little. "My sense of justice seems to be better than yours this morning, Tom," she answered quietly. Then she unslung her bin­ oculars again and, turning her back upon him, gazed out shoreward. "I am getting worried about our shore party," she remarked, as If by way of discontinuing the quarrel. "If there are ten or twelve men living there. In hiding from us, willing to do» nnnr^VAlrAM mitwilMi TW UCU UlVjr LAU with impunity--" "So you believed that part of the story, too, did you?" Tom interrupted. She did not answer his question at all, but turned her attention shore­ ward again. A moment later she closed her bin­ oculars with a snap, and walked around to the other side of the de<;k, where Mr. Fanshaw, leaning his el­ bows on the rail, was looking out across the ice-floe. "Well," he asked briskly, as she came up and laid an affectionate arm across his shoulder, "I suppose you're been telling Tom why you did it--why you made Cayley throw that dart away, I mean; but you'll have to tell me, too. I can't figure it out You had something In mind, I'm sure," "I haven't been telling Tom," she said. "He doesn't seem in a very reasonable mood this morning. But I did have something In mind. I was proving that Mr. Cayley couldn't pos­ sibly be the man who had committed the murder." "I suspected it was that" he said. "It's the stick that proves It really," she said. "You remember how pus- sled you were because the end of It which you held ft by wouldn't fit your hand? I discovered why wa* when you sent me in to get it a short while ago. It's a left-handed stick. It fits the palm of your left hand per­ fectly. You'll find that that is so when you try it And Mr. Cayley Is right-handed." The old man nodded rather dubi­ ously. "Cayley may be ambidextrous, for anything you know," he objected. She had her rejoinder ready: "But this stick. Uncle Jerry, dear, was made for a man who eouldn't throw with his right hand, and Mr. Cayley can. He did it perfectly easily, and without suspecting at all why I want­ ed him to. Don't yon see? isn't it clear?" "It'8 quite clear that the brains of this expedition .are In that pretty head of yours,"' he said. "Yes, I think you're right." Then, after a pause, he added, with an enigmatical look at her; "Don't be too hard on Tom, my dear, because you see the circumstances are hard enough on him already." She made a little gesture of im­ patience. "They're not half as hard on him as they are on Mr.^Cayley." "Oh, I don't know," the old gentle­ man answered. "Take it by and large, I should say that Cayley was playing in luck." CHAPTER VI. Tom's Confession. At Intervals during the day those enigmatical words of Mr. Fahshaw's recurred to the girl with the reflection •hat they wanted serious thinking ever, at the first convenient oppor- tunity. But the day wore away and the opportunity did not appear. The captain of the yacht--his name was Warner--was on shore In com­ mand of the searching party, but the flrst officer. Mr. Scales, remained on board. He was in possession of all the data, though they had not told him the story Qf Philip Cajjey'a old rela­ tion with the murd«*rea®&CLV v "It stands to reason," he said, "that the only party of white men that could be here would be the survivors of the Fielding expedition. We know from the news that jirnng Mr. Fanshaw brought aboard that there is one such survivor here. If there were any considerable number of them left able-bodied enough to walk across the glacier, we could be sure they'd be here on the shore waiting for us. We could be certain they would have made some attempt to signal us as soon as they sighted us. "If they weren't white men but In­ dians-- CHucotee- -they'd have been quite as glad as white men to get a chance to go back with us as far as St Michaels. And in the third place, if they were not Chucotes, but tome strange, unknown, murderous band of aborigines, there wouldn't have been even one survivor of the Fielding ex­ pedition. "Of course that's not an absolute water-tight line of reasoning, but it seems to me there is a tremendous probability that it's right and that this flying man has lost his wits." By four o'clock they had decided that, whether or not the sky-man's story might be true, it was high time to send a relief party ashore to find the lost ones. At five o'clock accordingly, the re­ lief expedition went ashore, and Tom Fanshaw and the girl were left alone on the yacht. Two hours later, perhaps, after they had eaten the supper which Jeanne had concocted In the galley, they sat side by side, in their comfortable deck chairs, gazing out across the ice-floe. The evening was unusually mild, the thermometer showing only a degree or two below freezing, and here In the lee of the deckhouse they hardly needed their furs. They had sat there in silence a long while. Tom's promise that they would keep a brisk lookout against a pos­ sible attack on the yacht had passed utterly from both their minds. It wag no ntlll--so dead still; the world about them was so utterly empty as to make any thought of such an at­ tack seem preposterous. Finally the girl seemed to rouse her­ self from the train of thought that had preoocupied her mind, straighten­ ed up a little and turned for a look into her companion's face. But this little movement of her body failed to rouse him. His eyes aid not turn to meet hers, but remained fixed on the far horizon. A moment later she stretched out a hand and explored for his beneath the great white bear skin that covered him, found it and Interlocked her fin­ gers with his. At that, he pulled him­ self up, with a start and abruptly withdrew his own from the contact She colored a little, and her brows knitted In perplexity. "What an old bear you are, Tom," she said. "What's the matter today? It's not a bit like you to sulk Just because we disagree about something. We disagree all the time, but you ve never been like this to me before." "I always told you I was a sullen brute when things went wrong with me, although you never would bellevs it" he said. 'Tm sorry." "J don't want you to be sorry," she told him; "I Just want you to be a few shades more cheerful." He seemed not to be able to give her what she wished, however, for he lapsed again Into his moody abstrac­ tion. But after a few minutes more of silence, he turned upon her with a question that astonished her. "What did you do that for, just now?" At first she was in doubt as to what act of hers, he referred to. "Do you mean my hand?" she asked, after look­ ing at him in puzzled curiosity for a moment He nodded. "Why--because I was feeling a lit­ tle lonesome, I suppose, and sort of tender-hearted, and we'd been about hair quarreling all day, and I didn't feel quarrelsome any more, and I thought my big brother's hand would feel--well--grateful and comforting, you know." She was curious as to why he want­ ed the explanation, but she give it to him unhesitatingly, without the faint­ est touch of coquetry or embarrass­ ment "I can't remember back to the tiihe," she continued, "when I didn't do things like that to you, just as you did to me, and neither of us ever wanted an explanation before. Are you trying to make up your mind to disown me, or something?" He leaned back moodily into his chair without answering her. After a little perplexed silence, she spoke again. "I didnt know things were going wrong with you. I didn't even suspect It until this morning, when Uncle Jerry said--" "What!" Tom interrupted. "What does the governor know about It? What did he say?" "Why, nothing, but that you were playing In rather hard luck, he thought, and that I was to be nice to you. Is the world going badly-- real­ ly badly--really badly?" "Yes." That curt monosyllable was evidently all the answer he meant to make. At that she gave up all at­ tempt to console him, dropped back Tn her chair and cuddled a little deep­ er down under her bear skin, her face, three-quarters away from him, turned toward that part of the sky that was already becoming glorious with the tints of sunset "You've never had any doubt at all, have you, that I really deserved the job of being your big brother; that I was that quite as genuinely as if I had been born that way?" "No," she said; "of course not, Tom, dear. What put such an idea into your headf He paled a little, and it was a min­ ute or two before he could command the words he wanted, to his lips. "Be­ cause of my hopes, I suppose," he said unsteadily; "because I had hoped, absurdly enough, for the other an­ swer. You asked as a Joke a while back if I meant to disown you. Well, I do, from that relationship--because, I'm not fit for the job; because--be­ cause--I've come to love you in the other way." She looked at him In perfectly blank astonishment He would not meet her eyes, his own, their pupils almost parallel, gased out unseeing, beyond her, Slowly her color mounted until she felt her whole face burning. "I didn't know," she said. "You shouldn't have let me go on thinking--" "I didn't know myself until today," he interrupted her stormily; "I didn't know I knew, that is. But when I saw you put your hands on that villain Cayley, I wanted to kill him, and In that same flash I knew why 1 wanted to." Turning suddenly to look at her, he saw that she had buried ber face in her hands and was crying forlornly. "Oh, I am a brute," he concluded, "to have told you about It In this way." "What does the way matter? That's not what makes it hard. It's loving you so much, the way I do, and having to hurt you. It's having to lose my brother--the only brother I ever had." There was a long, miserable silence after that. Finally he said: "Jeanne, if you do love me as much as that-- the way you do, not the way I love you, but love me any way--could you --could you--marry me Just the same? I'd never have any thought in the world but of making you happy. And I'd always be there; you could count on me, you know." "Don't!" she interrupted curtly. "Don't talk like that, Tom." She shiv­ ered, and drew away from him with a little movement somewhere near akin to disgust He winced at it, and reddened. Then, in a voice that sounded curious­ ly thick to her, curiously unlike his own, he asked a question: "If I had told you all this a month ago--told you how I felt toward you, and asked you, loving me the way you do, to marry me just the same, would you?-- Oh, I suppose you would have re­ fused. But would you have shuddered and shrunk away from me--like that?" "Did I shudder and shrink away?" she asked. "I didn't know it I wasn't angry; I'm not now. But-- but that was a terrible thing you asked of me." "Would it have struck you as hor­ rible," be persisted, "if I had asked it a month ago?" "Perhaps not" she answered thoughtfully. "I've changed a good deal in the last month--since we sailed away from San Francisco and left the world behind us--our world --and came out into this great white empty one. I don't know why that is." "I know." He was speaking with a sort of brutal intensity that startled ber. "I know. It's not in the last month you've changed; it's within the last 24 hours; it's since you saw and fell in love with that murderous lying brute of a Cayley." "I don't know," she said very quiet­ ly, "whether you're trying to kill the fcnn.JL / / / '*//#- ft iT 'i. i »,*« -tra - „ * A W His Eyes Did Not Turn to Hers, But Remained Fixed. love I have for you--the old love--or not Tom, but unless you're very care­ ful, you'll succeed in doing it I don't think I want to talk to you any more now, not even sit here beside you. I'm going to take a little walk." He held himself rigidly until till she had disappeared round the end of the deckhouse. Then he bent over and buried his fate in his hands! What the thing was that roused him to his present surroundings he never knew. He was conscious of no sound, but suddenly he sat erect and stared about him in amazement. It had grown quite dark. It must be two or three hours since Jeanne had left the chair beside him and announced that she was going to take a little walk. He spoke her name, not loudly at first for he thought she must be close by. But the infinite silent spaces seemed to absorb the sound of his voice. There was no sign that any sentient thing, except his very self, had heard the words he uttered. Then he called louder. The steps were rather difficult to negotiate, but by using both hands to supplement his one good foot, he succeeded in creeping down them, and then in making his way along the cor­ ridor to (he girl's door. He knocked faintly at flrst; then louder, and finally cried out her name again, this time in genuine alarm. He tried the door, found that it was not locked, and opening it and switching on a light perceived that the state­ room was empty He heard footsteps crossing the deck overhead. No, that could not be Jeanne; it was a heavy tread, a curi­ ous, shuffling tread. He closed the door behind him. Then he limped slowly down the cor­ ridor toward the foot of the compan- ionway. The heavy tread was already descending the stairs. He turned the corner, stopped short and gasped. And that was all. There was no time even' for a cry. He had caught one glimpse of a monstrous figure clad in skins, huge in bulk, hairy-faced like a gorilla. And then, the man or beast had, with beastlike quickness, lifted his arm and struck. And Tom Fanshaw dropped down at his feet, senseless. CHAPTER VII. The Rosewood Box. On the girl, Tom Fanshaw's passion­ ate, stormy avowal had the effect of a sort of moral earthquake. It left the ground beneath her feet suddenly unstable and treacherous; It threaten­ ed to bring down about her ears the whole structure of her life. The very thing she had relied upon for shelter and security against outside troubles and dangers, was, on the instant, fraught with a greater danger than any of them. For the flrst few moments after his avowal she had felt no emotion other than that of astonishment and in­ credulity. Even when he asked her If she could not marry him, anyway, though the question revolted her, she told the truth in saying that she was not angry. The anger came later, but it burned into a flame that was all the hotter for its tardiness in kindling. It must have an outlet somewhere, and as such, the promenade up and down the other side of the deck was altogether insufficient. The sight of a small boat at the foot of the accommodation ladder seemed to offer something better. So, pulling dn a pair of fur gauntlets, she dropped Into it cast off the painter, shipped the pair of light oars it con­ tained, and rowed away without any thought of her destination--of any destination whatever; without, even, a very clear Idea of what she was do­ ing. She must do something; that was all she knew. Certainly she pulled away from the yacht's side with no idea that she was running Into any possible danger. It was half a mile, perhaps, from the yacht to the particular bit of shelving beach toward which she un­ consciously propelled the boat. She rowed steadily, without so much as a glance over her shoulder, until she felt the grate of the shingle beneath the bow. She became aware, not only that she had unconsciously come ashore, but also that the yacht was nowhere to be seen. A bank of fog had come rolling In from the eastward, so heavy as to render an object 100 paces away totally invisible. The clump of empty buildings here on the beach could hardly be half that dis­ tance, as she remembered, yet looking round from her seat in the row boat she could make out no more than their blurred masses against the white ice and sand which surrounded them. She scrambled out of the boat and pulled It high up on the beach. The fog made the air seem cold, though for the arctic it was a mild night. Two of the abandoned buildings on the beach behind her were mere sheds, windowless, absolutely bare, never having served, evidently, any other purpose than that of storage. But the third, and largest as she re­ membered It offered a shelter that was becoming attractive. There were some rude bunks in it where she could rest comfortably enough; and. unless she was mistaken, Scales had left in the hut a half-burned candle which they had used in exploring its dark Interior. She had a box of wax vestas In her pocket. She could go In there and make herself at home, and at the same time keep an alert ear for a hall from the yacht. She found the candle in the place whero she remembered Scales had laid it down, struck a light and wedged the candle into a knot-hole She turned toward one of the bunks with the idea of stretching out there, aiiu by relaxing ber muscles, periuaus, perhaps, her overstrung nerves to re­ lax, too. She had taken a step toward it, in­ deed, before she saw, through the murk and candle smoke, the thing that lay right before hfer eyes--a rather large, brass-bound rosewood box or chest It had not been here In the afternoon when they had entered the place, for they had searched Its bare interior thoroughly In the hope that there might be something which previ­ ous investigators had overlooked. This box, six inches high and a foot long, or^jtpore, could not have been here then. It was standing now in the most conspicuous place in the room--in the very middle of the bunk. (TO BE co»rrrNufiD.) Need for Two Collars. Having bought a dog that he ad­ mired a Washington Heights man un­ dertook to buy a dog collar. Tbe dog had a neck nearly as big aa his head and the dealer advised the man to buy two collars. "What for?" said the man. "He's got only one neck, so I guess he oan get along with only one collar, cant he?" "Maybe so," said the dealer, so the man went away leading the dog by his new collar and chain. In less than a week he brought the dog back. "I'm afraid I can't keep him," he said. "He is too obstreperous. I can't keep him tied up. His neck Is the biggest part of him and he is as strong as an ox, therefore it is a slnch for him to slip his collar off." "That is why I wanted you to take two collars," said the dealer. "Put both o« and fasten the chain to the back collar and he can tug away all night without getting loose. He may commit suicide, but be won't get loose." Adam Was Reed Gentleman Was Adam a sneak or a gentleman? Mr. George A. Crawford thin** a gen­ tleman, and has written a very jolly pamphlet to prove it. Adam, it ap­ pears, has been misquoted. He is made to say: "The woman thou gavest me tempted me, and I did eat"--a remark unworthy the foremost man of time. What Adam did say was: "The woman thou gavest to be with me, she gave me of the tree, and I did eat" Mr. Crawford prints the words "to be with me" in* large and resonant capitals, feeling that they reflect credit upon Adam. You see what the father of the race was driving at Required to pick be­ tween Paradise without "Eve and Eve without Paradise, he stuck out for EX a. He was a gentleman. Had he beon a sneak, he would have argued that he never meant to marry Eve, but was imposed upon, owing to Inexpe­ rience. Perhaps you recall that his acquaintance among girls had been rather limited. The flrst one he saw caught him. Thus, he might have begged the Judge to set him free, cit­ ing as precedents the affair of the young, gentleman who took part in cha­ rades. Said this delightful youth: "I tell you what, Miss Bunthorne. we'll act 'Paradise Lost' lil propose; you reject me; they'll never guess it." Any judge unable to appreciate the ap- poslteness of the citation and its ar­ gumentative potency might as well re­ tire. Clerks rejoice In Mr. Crawford's re­ habilitation of Adam. It will be a boon to the lovers of genealogy. Most Bostonlans trace their ancestry as far back as Hyman Cohen of Jerusalem or Terence O'Malley of Cork, but hes­ itate to go further. They are afraid of Adam. Regarding him as a sneak, they are in terror lest thorough Inves­ tigation prove them to be descended from him. No longer need they quail Crawford's pamphlet in hand, they can gay to the genealogist: "Go as far as you like!"--Clerk of th* Day in Bos­ ton Transcript Night. Along the bigh-hedged lane John Strong swung, the J une gloaming deepening into night. He loved to shove his face into the night; he gloried in the uncertainty of night the > indeflniten^ss of night, and his soul cried back a wild answer to the cry of the nighthawk and the owl. Night la more primitive than day, night is more calamitous, night is a savage, night everywhere is the true aborigine. Day has taken on civilisa­ tion ; night hurls the world back to the day of the warcluh, the flint ar­ rowhead, the painted visage. John Strong loved the night with an al­ most malevolent love. In the mght he could hear the Valkyries scream­ ing. the witches riding their broona- 1 sticks, the ghouls scraping the mold from off the new-buried coffin. John Strong swung along, his face set to meet oncoming night--Adventure. AH Relieved by Lydia E. PbdDt ham's Vegetable Compound. 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Pink, ham's Vegetable Compound. It is more widely and successfully used than any other remedy. It y**t cured thousands of women who havtt been troubled with displacements, in­ flammation. ulceration,, fibroid tumors* lrrepilariiies, periodic pains, backache^ that bearing down feeling, Indigestion, and nervous prostration, after all other means had failed. Why don't you try it | THEY DON'T WANT WRINKLES, L She--Mr. Smith advertises all tftf new wrinkles. He--Fatal mistake. He wont get * woman in his store. r A Busy Place. "Where is that Spot you call tb9 'lovers' lane?'" diffidently asks the young man while the young lady watts on the hotel piazza. "Right down yonder," replies tb* clerk. "Just keep going until you MO the porter from the barber shop. Lovers' lane 1s so crowded now Chat we have him stationed there' to gtto the guests chmks, so that each have his turn."--Judge's Library/ 'Kl v > ;v4f Maternal instinct. Mrs. Rattle--I am sure that is Wf9 baby with the pink ribbon over there. Mr. Cynic--How can yon Ml it so readily? Mr. Rattle--I can recognise St by my pet poodle the nurse baa with ber. Exactly. Noting that another piece of valu­ able china had been broken. Sen* tor Allen asked his housekeeper boo the breaksge occurred, and die hast­ ily replied: "It fell down and Just broke itself." "Merely an automatic brake,** quiet­ ly commented the senator. extravagant. Ada--Cholly Saphedde was to ft brown study the other day, and I c#1 fered him a penny for his thoughts. Edith--You spendthrift! Ton MNT did know the value ot money! Feminine Reasoning. Stella--Her gown is Just like yoars. Bella--I dpp't care if hers is a dupli­ cate of mine, but I don't want mlna a duplicate of hers.--Puck. To The Last Mouthful one enjoys a bowl of crisp, delightful Post rm% J # foasties with cream or slewed fruit--or both. Some people make an entire breakfast oat of this combination. Tiy it! 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