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X'/-V- ' -V" v."-- .•:« j \ If ^-A / ' /£SSS^3 *?**$.*p,$y > «?.'•> | ; Tottered Forward and Collapsed in a Heap. 10 8YNOP8I8. Philip Cayley, accused of a crime of which he is not guilty, resigns from ttn> army in disgrace and his affoction for his friend, Lieut. Perry Hunter, turns to hatred. Cayley seeks solitude, where h» perfects a flying machine. While soarlntf over the Arctic regions, he picks up a curiously shaped stick he had seen in the assassin's hand. Mounting again, he dis­ covers a yacht anchored in the bay. De­ scending near the steamer, he meet* a girl on an ice floe. He learns that the girl's name is Jeanne Fielding and that 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 finds that he had dropped a cu­ riously-shaped stick. Captain Planck and • he surviving crew of his wrecked whaler are in hiding on the coast. A giant ruf- man named Roscoe, had murdered Fielding and his two companions, after the ex­ plorer had revealed the location of an enormous ledge of pure gold. Roscoe then took command of the party. It develops that the iiifflan had committed the mur­ der witnessed by Cayjoy. Roscoe plans to rapture the yacht and escape with a big load of gold. Jeanne tells Fanshaw, owner of the yacht, about the visit of the sky-man and shows him the stick left b> Cayley. Fanshaw declares that it Is an Eskimo throwing stick, used to shoot darts. Tom Fanshaw returns from the searching party with a sprained ankle. Perry Hunter Is found murdered and Cayley is accused of the crime but Jeanne believes him innocent. A relief party goes to find the searchers. Tom professes his love for Jeanne. She rows ashore and enters an abandoned hut, and there rinds her father's diary, which discloses the ex­ plorer's suspicion of Roscoe. The ruf­ fian returns to the hut and sees Jeanne. He is intent on murder, when the sky­ man swoops down and the ruffian flees. Jeanne hives Cayley her father's diary to read. The yacht disappears and Ros- coe's plana to capture it are revealed. Jeanne's only hope is in Cayley. The «enousness of thefr situation becomes ap­ parent to Jeanne and the sky-man. CHAPTER XIII.--Continued. Suddenly he was flying downward, as fast as gravity and his great wings would take him. Drenched with" the sweat of a sudden terror, cleaving the air so fast that the sound, of its whin­ ing rose to a scream through his taut rigging. Down he slanted, seaward a little, past the end of the great head­ land. Then, with the sudden exertion of all his strength, upon *>ne lowered wing, the other flashing high like the stroke of a scimitar, in the curve of the shortest possible arc, he shot i landward, pounced, checked, and alighted not far from the girl. She had been seated upon a broken ledge of rock when he had first caught sight of her. She was In act of getting to her feet when he alighted, not a half dozen paces away. She had been pale, but her color had come back now in a sudden surge. She was breathing unsteadily and her hands were clasped against her breast. "ton-r.you musn't fly like that," she said. "If you had been an eagle, the way you wheeled and came rushing down out of the sky would have terrified me. I shut my eyes in order not to see you killed." He did not answer her at once, she, looking intently into his face, went on. "You know it was danger­ ous. Tou thought yourself that you were going to be killed. I can see the horror of it in your eyes." Then he got his breath. "You're eafe?" he questioned unsteadily. "You were in danger, sudden danger, and in terror at it. That was what frighten­ ed me, that sudden knowledge. I came down, fearing I should be too late." srvPMeKT' f>y THec^TUfiV copyrmht »eioav fwe aocceee co "I had a'fright," she admitted; "but I don't see how yotf could know. I'm very sure I didn't cry out." "No, I heard nothing, no sound at all. I just knew, and so I came to you as fast as I could. What was it that frightened you?" "Nothing at all, I imagine. I was sitting here on the ledge, looking at that wonderful sky, and all at once I found I was growing afraid. I didn't know what it was about, at all. I sup­ pose it was just because I was a little tired and had begun to realize that I was a long way from--from home. I had come around the headland, not really to look for more firewood, but in the hope that I might happen to find a clue to where the fttores are hid­ den; and, as I said, suddenly It seemed a long way back and I began to And myself afraid. And then, be­ ing afraid, I--well, I thought I saw something moving up there behind the rocks--something big, bigger than a man, and whitish-yellow." His eyes followed the direction in which she had pointed, but could make out nothing in the deep, vibrant blue shadows. "That's likely enough," he told her. "It wa's probably a bear. If it was, we're in luck. I'll come back by and by and go gunning for him. But first, I'm going to take you--home." She had used the word before, but in what sense he was not entirely sure; and she had undoubtedly used it not more than half consciously. At any rate, when he said it now she flushed a little, and so did he, and their eyes, meeting, brightened sud­ denly. Silently he turned away from her and began furling up his wings, and she helped him, as she had helped him that other time when he had tried to convince her that he was not a dream. When it was done, they set out slowly, in the deepening twilight, for the hut. "It's very good of you to walk down here with me," she said, "you who oould fly." CHAPTER XIV. The Red-Bound Book. By the time they had reached the headland, the whole beach before them was enveloped in the sapphiro shadow of the cliff, and the little clus­ ter of huts toward which they were trudging was hardly distinguishable. It was not until they had halved the distance that the girl made out the little plume of rose-coloreg ^saoke that floated above Philip's newly construct­ ed chimney. But the next instant he laid a hand upon her arm and, with the other, pointed imperatively down the beach toward the hut "Whether you saw him before, or not," he said, with a short grim laugh, "you can see him now." Looking where he pointed, she saw a big, yellowish-white, ungainly thing come lumbering round the corner of the hut, upon all fours. "A bear," he said, "and a good big one. You're not to be afraid. This is really unmerited good luck." Aren't they dangerous, these polar tears?" she asked. la his answering langb sbe Heard the ring of rising excitement. "I won't deny," he said, "that If I had my way aliout it, I'd have you safely shut tip inside the hut there before I tried conclusions with him. Qive me the revolver, and take care to keep out of the line of fire. If you see a chance to slip inside the hut, do it. And don't assume that he's dead until I tell you so. These polar bears have no nerves at all. You can't shock them. They don't stop until you have put their locomotor facilities complete­ ly out of business." She was smiling when she handed him the revolver. "Here's luck," she said. "Don't be afraid for me." Cayley smiled, too. "Keep behind me, but not so far that you're in- any danger of_ getting cut off in case I have to dance around him a little. There he's winded us already." Cayley turned for a last look at her. He had slipped his bundled wings from his back and laid them on the ice. He was still smiling, but some­ what ironically. "I'm half afraid he'll run away," he said, "and half afraid he won't" The next instant all doubt on that head was set at rest. The monster hissed and came lumbering toward them, pretty rapidly, across the ice. Cayley advanced slowly to meet him, but not in a direct line. Instead, he bore off in a curve to the left. The girl understood the maneuver instant­ ly, and, herself, set out landward at a brisk pace, moving in the arc of a cir­ cle, parallel to his but larger, in such a way as to keep the bear, Philip and herself, as all three moved in dif­ ferent directions, in a straight line. They quartered round in this way, the bear swerving in well toward Philip, until all three were in a line, about equidistant from the hut. Philip and thp bear, were, perhaps, a dozen paces apart Without turning, he call­ ed over his shoulder to her, "Now run for it--for the hut TO keep him amused out here." At the Bound of his voice the bear rushed him. The girl had never in her life found anything so hard to do as to obey orders now. But she did obey and was running at top speed toward the open door of the hut when she heard Cayley fire for the first time. Just as she reached It, she heard his second shot. When she turned about, panting, to observe the result of it, the two seemed to her to be at horribly close quarters. The bear, reared up on his hind legs, had just lunged forward. He sprang back clear of the flashing, seythelike cut of those terrible claws. A little to the girl's surpise and con­ siderably to her alarm, he turned and went sprinting up the beach toward the talus, at full speed, the bear wounded, but not in the least disabled, lumbering after him. It takes a fast runner to outrun a bear, but Cayley did it. When he reached the foot of the talus, the bear was 20 paces behind him. She Baw him stop short, whirl round again and face his pursuer with a shout The bear also checked his speed and reared up once more, towering, upon his hind legs. Then Cayley fired twice, the shots coming so close­ ly together as to be hardly distinguish­ able. One or both of them took in­ stantaneous effect. The great yellow­ ish-white mass tottered forward, and collapsed in a heap only a pace or two from where Philip was standing. He waved his hand at the girl, and walked back for his wings. When she met him, half way up the beach, he was carefully taking the spent shells out of his revolver, one at a time, and depositing them in his pock­ et. "No telling how they may prove useful," he commented; then, with a quick look into her face, "I hope you weren't frightened when you saw me run." "I suppose 1 shouldn't have been, but I'll have to confess that I was. You weren't trying to get away from him, or you wouldn't have run in that direction. But it looked rather dread­ ful, juai the Why uiu you do it?" "We were too far down the beach, too near the water's edge before. It was too late to skin him and cut him up tonight, and I was afraid if a storm were to come up before morning, a really big storm, we might lose him. It was a lot easier to get him up the beach before I fired those last two shots than it would have been after. I thought at first of running toward the hut. It occurred to me, only Just in time, that there was no use in ma­ king an abattoir of our front yard." They had reached the hut, and as be finished speaking, they entered it. Even Philip caught his breath rather suddenly with that first glance aboul its transformed interior. The drift­ wood fire, which glowed upon the hearth, filled the whole room with light, and bathed the walls and rafters with warm colors. Here was their fortress--against the cold and the dark; a fortress, too, against despair. That rude hearth which he had built today was to be their altar of hope. The girl stood looking at it a mo­ ment in silence, her lips pressed tight together, one outstretched hand grop­ ing for the door-jamb behind her, as if she wanted the support of some­ thing. Even in this warm firelight she looked a little pale. By an evi­ dent effort of will she was breathing very deep and steadily. She did not try to speak. Cayley understood well enough what it meant This place that they had come back to for the nifcfct was home now, probably the last home she would ever have in the world, if one were to balance the chances fairly. Its warmth and light and comparative comfort did more to enforce a realization of their tragic plight than anything be­ fore had done. The thing she was fighting with w«0 a sudden wave of plain terror. Cayley went oat Into the little ves­ tibule and closed and bolted the outer door. He contrived to waste a minute or two over the trifling task, in order to give her that moment by hersetL When he came back, closing the in­ ner door behind him as he did so, ho found that she had taken off her cap and the heavy cur coat which had en­ cumbered her shoulders all day, and hung them upon a convenient wooden peg in the wall. She was standing near the fireplace now, warming tier cold fingers at the blase. Cayley started a little at sight of her, for now she was transformed, too. Standing . there, silhouetted •gainst the blaze, in her gray cardi­ gan jacket and moleskins, sbe looked like a young boy. He had discovered before this that there was not a grain of false modesty about her; neverthe­ less, it pleased him when, with a oer^ tain charming frank simplicity, she called his attention to her costume. "It's^a Jucky thing/' ghe observe^ "that I dressed for a scramble over the lee before fomlng ashore with Uncle Jerry and Mr. Scales. And lucky, too, that I didn't change back when wo returned to the Aurora. I left it the second time with no other idea than of pulling about for awhile in the dinghy. I'd have done that Just the same If I had dressed for dinner that night, as I usually did." "Yes," he said. "A skirt would have been a pretty serious matter to people fn our situation." "Show me the rest of our house," she commanded presently. "This is the only room I've seen." The subdivision of the hut was ao- complished by an L-shaped partition seven feet or so from the outer wall, around two sides of it. It yielded two tiny, cubical bedrooms (that was the purpose which the wooden bunk in each of them indicated); and a third room of the same width (about seven feet), but running the entire length of the side of the hut nearest the cliff. This room had evidently served for stores^ and for a kitchen, since part of the reconstructed fireplace projected into it It was in this last room where the greater part of what the searchers from the Aurora had dismissed as "rubbish" was accumulated. Cayley did as the girl commanded, and showed her every nook and cup­ board which the four walls of the hut contained. When they returned to the living room where the fire was, she dropped down on one of the bunks with a little sigh of fatigue. "You've been disobeying orders," he said, looking her over with a serious sort of qmile. "You've let yourself get too tired. You'll have to make up for it by being exceptionally obedi­ ent now." As he spoke, he shook out the sleep­ ing-bag on the bunk, behind where she was sitting. "You're to lie down on that," he said, "until I can get supper ready; and directly after supper you're to take this bag into whichever of those bedrooms you would like for yours, and really undress and go to bed." She assented to that after a little demur. That he had rightly guessed the degree of her fatigue was attested by the fact that when he re-entered the hut after dressing the fowl that was to provide their evening meal, he found her cuddled up upon the great sheepskin, fast asleep It was not until his rudimentary culinary operations were about com­ pleted that, glacing over to where she lay, he found her regarding him with a Bleepy smile. "I thought of something just as I was dropping off to sleep," she said, "a really beautiful idea. I tried to call out and tell you, but I was too sleepy. I hope I haven't lost it. It was something about--oh, I know. Don't you suppose we might find a clue to where the stores are hidden is father's journal or in the maps?" He laid down the drum-stick he had been about to bite into, and gazed at her, partly in astonishment, partly in a sort of amused dismay that the idea had not occurred to him before. "That suggestion," he said, "is worth the whole of my day's work. Of course that's the way to begin our search-- the only way, and tomorrow morn­ ing--" "Tomorrow morning! I thought the worst thing you could possibly say would be after supper. I wanted to let the duck go and begin the seareh now." She smiled at him. "You'll compromise, won't you, on directly after supper?" He assented with a laugh. "If you can keep awake, .but the first time 1 catch you nodding--" "All right," she said, "only let's hur­ ry with the duck." Then, a little later, "It can't be possible, can it, that we're going to eat the whole of it at one meal? It's beginning to look that way." There was one compensation to the rudeness of their fare and the ex­ iguity of their equipment Clearing up after dinner was an operation of extreme simplicity. When it was completed, Philip heaped more wood on the fire, and In the glow of the crackling flames they spread out the maps and began their search. "I believe,1' said Cayley, "that the journal will be worth more than the maps in this search of ours tonight Anyway, while you work one I can work the other." She nodded, picked up the journal and crossed over with it to another' of the bunks. There she seated her­ self, tucked her feet up comfortably under her, tailor-fashion, and, prop­ ping her chin upon one palm, began to read. The light coming from behind her made, to Cayley's vision, a misty halo of her hair, and played softly over the cheek and the fingers that were half embedded in it. Hie sight of her made it hard for him to stick to hit maps. But present­ ly he looked up with a sudden ques­ tion. Do yoo l&ppen to find any* thing--" lie began, and then broke off shortly. From her face, half-shaded as it was, he could Bee that what she had been reading ju4t then was no mere description of this land upon which they had been cast away, bat some­ thing far more personal to the father she had loet here. "There's something perfectly terri­ fying," she said, "about lather's de­ scription of this man ROBcoe. Over here near the end, before the sun came back to them, he tells of going out for a walk by himself and of dis­ covering that Roscoe was stalking him, in the hope, he thought, of dis­ covering, in advance of the others, where the gold ledge was. In the twt- light, father says, he looked, In hi* white bear-skins, perfectly enormous and incredible. And Philip--" She closed the book, holding it tight ]>oth tyjnds, and leaning forward a little as she went on, ^aafl Philip, his description sounds--ofe, I suppose it's silly, but it sounds like the thing I thought I saw today wTien I was alone there op the beach, before you came flying down out of the sky. It dldnt look like a bear. It wouldn't havo been so dreadful if it had." "It's possible," he said gravely, "it may have been he whom I frightened off when I came down last night Cer­ tainly there was somebody, and that somebody may still be here on shore, though I supposed he had gone out to join in the attack on the yacht. But it's very strange, If there is any one, that we could have passed a whole day without encountering him." The girl shivered; then, with a shake of her head as if dismissing the uncanny thought from, her mind, said: "You started to ask me about some­ thing else, and I Interrupted." It took him a moment to collect his thoughts. "Oh, yes. There's some­ thing marked here on this map which I took at first for the location of the hut, but It appears now that it was marked before they built it. I wonder if, in the early pages of the journal, there Vras a description of any natural formation about here Jike a cave, or--" She made as if to open the book, then, suddenly, changed her intention and held it out to him. instead. "I haven't been playing fair," she said. "I wasn't really looking for any­ thing. I was just reading stories and dreaming over them. It's his hand­ writing, I think, that makes it bo hard to be good. It's--well, almost like bearing his voice. Won't you work the book and the maps and give me something to do--with my hands, I mean?--oh, I know I'm tired, but that doesn't matter." Cayreys first impulse was to refuse, but it needed only one thoughtful look into her face to convince him that the kindest, as well as the wisest, thing was to do as she asked. An uncanny horror of the monstrous Roscoe and the appalling Idea that he, and per­ haps others of his gang, might be sharing the solkude of this frozen coast with them was plainly to be read in her eyes, and her own pre­ scription for dispelling it was prob­ ably the best that could be thought of. With a nod of assent, he rose and went into the storeroom, returning the next moment with an armful of heavy rope. "In the old days of wooden ships," he said, "when they wanted to disci­ pline a sailor, they set him to picking oakum. Next to pounding rust off the anchor, it's the dullest Job In the world. But we need some for calking up the cracks in our walls. Do you mind ?" "•Mind!" she echoed. "Did yon thin)* I wanted to do embroidery?" . He showed her how the work was to be done, and in five minutes she waa busily engaged at it. She had moved to another bunk, a little further from the Are, and he, with innocent artifice, had contrived that the big soft sleep- ia«-bag should bo spread (Hit under her. • Meanwhile he plunged into a sys­ tematic search, through journal and maps, for the thing that was to spell either life or death for them. At the end of an hour he looked rap suddenly, an exclamation of triumph on his lips. But at the sight of her, it died out in a smile. She slipped down on the sleeping-bag, her head cradled in the crook of oom arm. And she was fast asleep. CHAPTER XV. Discoveries. The sunlight of another crystalline day had made a path of gold across the floor and half way up the wall when Philip roused himself from what he had intended to make the merest ca^-pap on one of tjie bunks, and with difficulty rubbed his eyes open. The savour of something good to eat was already in his nostrils. Jeanne, with her back to him, was bending over the fire, busy with the breakfast. She heard h?m stirring, and looked around. "Oh, I'm sorry," she said. *1 didn't mean to bang that pan down that way. I meant you to go on sleeping for hours and hours." Looking fairly at him as he sat there on the bunk she saw his hands clutch tightly over the edge of it; saw the color go ebbing out of his face and then come surging back again. She had seen him do that once before. "Why--what's the matter, Philip?" she asked. "It's just the wonder of you," he said slowly; "of waking up to find you here, busy about this home of our--• as if--as if it were all true. I've been very deep asleep." "You'd better get ready for break­ fast," she said, in a tone whose mat­ ter-of-fact inflection was a little exag­ gerated. "It's nearly ready." When they had finished, and while they still sat face to face across the board plank which had served them for a table, Cayley leaned forward a little and, smiling, asked a question. "What's the secret, Jeanne? Your eyes have been shining with mystery ever since we sat down here." She laughed. "You're much too pen etrating. I didn't mean you even to dream there was a mystery to pene­ trate. But--well, it's time, to tell you now. any way." She, too, leaned forward a little and shook her head at him with a tanta­ lizing air of triumph. "You didn't find th^ thing you were looking for last night In father's jour­ nal--the place where they hid the stores, I mean." "Oh, but I did!" he cried. "I only waited to give you time to eat a nec­ essary and sensible breakfast before I spoke of it. 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It was once necessary for a man to live in immediate contact witii his occupation, because the only way for him to reach it was to have, it at bia door. -Now he may Hve 2® or 30 miles away from his occupation, and It often pays him to spend the small amount of time and money needed to move--it may be half way round the world--to healthier condlsions or more profitable employment--H. B. Wells In New York World. Care of Books. Books are frequently ruined through carelessness. This Is less in the han­ dling often than upon the shelves. Books should not be packed tightly dn a shelf. It ruins the back and causes them to tear loose with the strain of getting in and out! Often it forces the leaves to sag to the shelf when pushed unduly. It is Just as bad for books to be too loose on a shelf, as they warp, and the spreading leaves encourage dust A bookcase with tbe contents at every angle is not a pleasing sight There are some housekeepers who think a yearly dusting of books at housedeaning time sufficient This is bad enough when they are kept under glass; when on open shelves it means ruin to valuable books. It takes little longer to dust the backs and tops of books 6a each shelf every day. Use U * a soft cheesecloth or silk duster and shake it frequently. Grim Jest of the Butcher. That a butcher Is not always to tally devoid of humor is indicated by tbe remark of one of them, who sai{f "The best way to reduce the botch­ er's bill is to pay a little on It now and then."--New Orleans Item. Needs It In His Business. A liar should have a good mom** --Qulntillaa. MtMJH, JUST A. Ti LOOK! Great Farm Bargain To close an estate-, can offer tfce racytf t-urgaia la (Va)Korth Countv, Wisconsin. T&* G:t"»u H>E4tO Farm at Gvnoa Junction ouastsUti/ of UW f«n|la acres, ftne iarjr* bin ;ding? tua n«>%i cow MA with oeuiwit floor holda atl cows aiu TUl turn of War, l».>rao tinr;i r.'jmr f1.m>r stall* h \iorsi**, sheep, jjmnary au<l luO tons of tot/iand (died, corn cribs, large chicken pnuse. t»iic pen*. ti-slaa WttlL Only H mil# from «.->nlm* Cou<l«oaMl Milk Plunk Very rwaon&bl* terms. Ad&reos H. T. Genoa J^tctlon, WitctoaKl liniKAT, CORN. A1.1' 4.I.* A-.Huy iwme#1a " CVURIT Kiuxsha*. th» cpctor ut tiM^raal wtMdt. corn and a>fa\fa be'.t of Atusjriett Puvroet County produced in 1SJU. ilwai thai) any ovbrf coimtr in the fnlttnl t>tatej,o*er S5£Wnonh for<»»#tjr Inhabitant. Alfalfa annually yieldsthrtHons attrama. without Irrigation. Write, Kriiel! jt Biy, LaxUedJtM. TOR SALE--One of the 8ne«t i mj»rcj v«<l tana fit 1 1.333 acres In Central Miimeat/ta. 1 mproTCaxBti ixtti HOJJ'JO. one mi Id trum station on it. P. Ttwj' i I'rioe It*) per acre tot description write u, » "I. Garufel. Faribault, Minn. HOICK Ohio fr"suras tarsal*. Scar Youi\*»i«wa» v- O. All slues ana prices. Bust market lothestalcC Mtcadacu road*. <iei oor list. Murray JMtaM* Lumpaiiy. SM Dollar Bank Building. ARKANSIS tmS "'*•£ is -lesortpti iaearo these ituuls seu'. tor tL O. h county und lBforx-jniUuft how "t* "" ' l rmnjiiite i ut»rur«d , an acre. Weyburn Sacarlty CSjy, Haibrlw, 1,X)R 8AUE-15SJ acres choice cotton, ka#> -1- Sr. fruii land. MI{liUiUcltm*tr. KaUn Martin Co./wxaa. 1-1 c-asb. Halancw salt par ' " ~ Ht. Addrtws owner, Boi OK. Wicluuv ~ TJIE CORN and country of Mlwiss'ppl. awMf * Memphis, uo I. L7»H. U. imflB Tana litnJs tvr sale. Write for uarvcuUrs. V. )R 4UU. Svuatobla, Mississippi. Bo in fi'OK JiAUE- -Kurtuiws true* farwAH# ia Kour u> «tx crop a >#sr us aaato «ruaB4 fllMaa •row h. acrfb ap ub «•»/ l»rta* V. K. Ma MM* Virginia. m Y Umatlfu! (.>*•<•* fowl hit la of Atju