The Daily Courier from Connellsville, Pennsylvania on January 24, 1930 · Page 16
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January 24, 1930

The Daily Courier from Connellsville, Pennsylvania · Page 16

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PA'GE SIXTEEN. THIS DAILY COURIER, CON; JELLSVILLE, PA, FRIDAY, JANUARY 2-i, I f K J O . Black The currant of my blood seemed to stop, RH the How of the Romilly river stops, for an instnnt, when the Gulf bore comes sweeping In, and holds It back. Then, as the bore flics up the river, driving all before It, anger, and slclc dtstnny Invaded rny soul. There was something else, too -- gratified vnn- Ity. nnd a l;ln(3 of anger love, perhaps, but they were drowned beneath the uprushlKg tlda I took ten steps to the plnco -where Jinny Treacher was sitting, nnd I said to her, "G-f-d, Jinny, ·what made you do this?" She looked up nt me. I could seo now, In the growing dawnllght, how her beauty wns wrecked ; how her eyes had sunk buck Into her head, and her copper hair lost Its shine; how slie had w o r n herself to a skeleton, and let her clothes toll Into nigs. There were sores on her arms and nock -- leech bite sores, blue tmirks of mosquito lltps, deep scratches mode !y lawyer thorn. Her shoes were bnndagfd onto her feet. Her hat was a tangle oi torn straw. Anger had possession of me, nnd yet -- though I knew ttirtt she had practically wrecked my expedition -- I could not choose but pity the bright thing, brittle «8 a butterfly, who had wagered her light self ng-alnst the tor- rifle powers of the unknown; who, before the threshold was we,U crossed, lay be.'iton. Nothing but tho alow pace enforced on me by the cutting of a track had kept her with me so fur. Sho must have known this; guessed t h a t her only chance of life wns to coma forward nnd show her-, self, ftlns herself on my nierr-y, before It was too late. She had obtained a canoe (as I afterword learned) from the v l l l n g e nt Romill.v month, and persuaded a small crew to accompany iier. Llvint? and sleeping on botmi, she wns pble to k«ep her boys with tier u n t i l she landed nt the place n-horp 1 had debarked a few hours piirllor. '1 he^e they deserted,, as carriers will, nnd she hud had / n o food save what she could carry herself, no fbcltor sine the frost, during the four days of my Journey towards Dreadnought range. 1/ucftUy for, her, St was Impossible to loso the way, even when K l i e foil l » h l n d , siiu-e the trnck we were cult ng made our course plain (is a maciidnmlxf(l road. I think she went In constant terror; terror of natives, terror of wild benata, even ter- ior of nip; for Mio must have guessed, nil too soon, that Iier plan of follow- Ins mo r.ulit throiu'li was madness, nnd thai she would be forced Into showing 1 ornulf. But I do not think she knew, even Fiispected, that her coming stamped the expedition Into dust. She thought f.lie had merely to placate me, use her woman's tricks. In order to flnd refuge In my party. She didn't doubt her a b i l i t y -- Jtimy Imil not had much reason to doubt her chance of success, in thin or any other test where the weapons of her sex were pitted against man's determination. Hut It *vas not man's determination that bnrn;d her now. 7t wns the Immense, Impersonal might of the nn- tiuned wilderness, of Papua. Against I his, tho finest mon of the Nineteenth century, che pick of tit's Twentieth, had foitg-l t, struggled, and -- moat often --lost, p a y i n g the los;s with their lives. Who wa«. tho little dancer, to break lance. In such an army? She did not Know. She stood up, nnd came to me, with the red of fwn- ribO on her red-gold hair, smoothing her torn shirt, and pulling down her tattered breeches, calling to work the smile tbiit had 'gained a drop of new swpotnes.-. from every man who fell victim to It, u n t i l now H was a very honey (lower wherein the wandering, kissing bee m i g h t drown. She knew h«,r w o r k , this Jinny. She made me, In a minute, ft»gpt her rags, her ctalns, IHT buttered weary look, and ·ee her but as I had known her months, weeks ago, on the liner and In Thursday Island. Yet, nt the samo time, I was angry, and sorry -- for her smd for myself. "Jinny, Jinny," T said to her, and ·gnln "Jinny, Jinny 1" It seemed n» If I could flnd no other words. But Jlany wa* only too eager to talk. "My onth, Phil," she (lectured, catching m« by the IOOBO folds rf my shirt, an If sTia feared, that somehow, I might vpntah -- "My oath 1 1 thought It wns ail In with me, I did, atrnight. Lust nignt 1 couldn't see a sign of your Bro anywhere, same as I'd seen It other nlghta, and I fair gave myself up for doad. And so this morning, I ·tarted oft 1 Just as Boon aa I coutcS «·« mo foot, nnd ! anld to mcsclf, 'Jinny, my girt, if you don't flnd him quick, th« robins or whatcv^r-it-Iu will coma nnd cove!- yon with ltava» today/ 8» I hurried and hurried, nnd wlion 1 come on you Just Hko that, it took mo qucorljr, and 1 had to it down, lio- trnusa of course I wns afrnM tlmt you'd be nugry -- Phil, j o u ' r u not angry with Illtlo Jin, uro you? 1'hll, ! Just httd to corno, I don't uiirnl miy- thlng, ii'nv 1'va found j«i, »mtl £ know I'rt goln' with you." "Jinny my dear," t mi!l -- anil t did not thlnU my black-haired Dtnn hep. wou j gnidgo the kiss that went tho worita -- "Jinny, toll me" -- for I w a n t c f 1 to put eft* tha bad numiont #s long; as pcmstMa -- "ieU uia, bava you hail any broakfustf" "No, :ior rtinnor last Bight," she Haiti. "I Imdu't anything left." "Tl'.cn you must bwmUfiist nt once," f c«Ued a. carrlei', apoUe to him and «ft him to mako tea aud being en. Jiae. cui'tti: she had thirstily ffnlulJeO her pannikin of te i. Life was creeping back Into her fired face, and with It something that I know my next few words must kill--hope. "I thought vou'd be angry," sho galcl, setting the pannikin down upon the ground. I said nothing. I took her scarred, burned hand, and bc^an smoothing It gontly in mine. Angry? She little knew Tho very rage of h--1 had been In niy heart, when "flreit I looked down she clearing, saw her sitting there, knew w h a t it me.int to me, and knew In tho same moment, that she could never, if she lived to be a hundred, understand what she had done. Ito v could one be angry? "Leave go oC my hand," she said suddenly. "There's something yoti aren't telling me, I'hil. What Is it?" "Jinny," I if Id, "there are n great many things you haven't told ino, and I propose to 1. now them before very long; but theri's plenty of time for all that, r i e u i y of time," I repeated, "for anything cither of us wants to tell the other. On the way." "Yes,"' she s ltd. "The wn? to the plnco they call Tatatarii." "The way to the mouth of the rirer, I mean," said ). "You're goiii' back again?" cried Jinny. "We're goin;; back." "Because of me?" "Because I ( nd it necessnry to go." "Phil, I'd ave drowned myself rather than--.f I'd known. Phil-don't do It, old boy. I^et's KO on and chuncc It. I'm not afraid of anything. I'll go till I drop dead. Let me, Phil." She was aimo t crying; she held my sleeve tightly, aid shook me, In her eagerness. "Jinny," I r iJil, "ivp're np against hard facts. T u'd drop dead, zta you call it, before noon today. You--" "I done well up to this, anyhow. I kept with you Phil!" "You kf'i't with me because the work hadn't b^cun. II' you had been nn hour--five minutes--later In finding me, J l n n i , tho meat-ants would have been pic clng your bones tomorrow, maybo tpfiro you were dead. If you catne on w i t h us now, we might be able to hi p you along--" "Yes?" Her eyes glowed with hope. "For n day r HO--carrying you In a l i f t e r \ \ l i ( ' e vc could, and slinging you up pn-ci[ ices with bimbrope llko n tk'd pig . . . That, Jinny, would cut our day's work down by a third, maybe n half. We should get a little wny nncl turn back. I prefer to turn back now. 1) n't cry, Gin-filing; you never cry, you know. What's that war-cry of yours--'Drink henrty, you'll soon b · dead?' Let's hear It again." I cli ppert her on the back, Assuming a raiety I was very far from feeling. One of the wlft changes typical of her snd, mer-y kind, stozed bold on her without -n arntnj:. She flashed Into sudden fury"For twopo ice," she said. "IM kill him--swine!" "Who's the swine?" I asked. But she looked at mo Bldewise, and made no roply. I B iw .she was shaking with · rage. "Go easy," C told her. "We're going to have u mil picnic trip down ths river--no hu ry, pverythlng pleasant. There's nothl'ig to cry about and nothing to get in n paddy about. I'm going to talk to tin carriers; take any rags you want out of my swag while I'm away." I Jeft her a'one, sitting (here « forlorn slim figuie, ijj the new suu of the day that was (.0 have begun my march to victory. ,J1 tho great bush was awake and gt Hing to Us business of tlie day--it d d n ' t cure that my ambitious were wi eck«d and my plans, of years, thrown i n t o tlie Komilly river. 1 had tiovt r questioned for on Instant the net ossify laid upon mo to take Jinny snfoly back to civilization, save her from the consequences of her fotly, at tiny cost. But i could not pretend to myself--however much I might pretend to her--that I was glad. It meant ttie using up of my stores, the Kolng bac'C to Daru to rcftt. Losing the cnrr ers wn« possible; they might desert aa soon as they saw the sea, and t should have to recruit over again. Weoi.s of delay, months maybe, ami r ' l tho tlrne-- All the tin e -- I A thought struck me, hard, I wns repacking so no of the boys' loiuH when this Ulra came to me, "All the time--" I sale! to n\vself. "At! the Mine --somebody lsa would bo getting away, . . . I think I can agree with Jinny Ji, calling htm n swine." I found tiw wnltlns by the baggngo. She had t a U i n ft shirt and a pair of trousers out f me swas nnd dressed herself in tl'im, throwing n w n y her vajfft. Stw iU(3 smoothed her hair with my con '), nrnl washed her faro \vltii what I Inferred to be tno IiiBt of our di-!nl inR wntcr. . . . No m a t t e r ; I coi III scud a boy or two l o /etch moro i rom tho bottom of tho gorge; what /as time, no\v? The qucot'i it i n l x t u r o of kinrtlinots nnd anger ! ,lod my heart, whmj I looltod at her A f t o r all, If what I HUH- P'^otcd w n a uio, (the \VPI Bcur"B n t nil to blatno. 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