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DEAD, MAN'S MESSAGE
By H. M. Egbert.
., The arctic had yielded up its long
sought secret as to the location of the
magnetic pole. The "Catherine" had
"'returnedbut of the twenty-nine who
had sailed in herEheyear before only
fifteen returned. AndJJeutenant An-
drews led them, for Captain Scoville
b'ad died in a snow crevice.
Andrews and Scoville had been
alone at the time -of the disaster, ex-
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A Transformed John Came Smiling
Into the Room.
cept for an Eskimo, who had been
brought back to New York. These
three had been separated from the
"rest of the party by forty miles of ice
and-sitow.Lieutenant Andrews and
his boy retufrted'to the ship, and the
lieutenant reported the catastrophe.
Help had been impossible. Scoville
had slipped over the edge and fallen
under an avalanche of snow, a hun
dred feet beneath.
So Andrews said. Never yet has an
arctic expedition returned but unkind
things have been spoken of the sur-
yivors. It became known that' Cath
erine Maynard had been squghtin
marriage by the captain and "the lieu1
tenant also. -Whispers flew, suspicions
grew. Instead of the reception such
as a hero should receive, Lieutenant
Andrews was robbed of his triumph
and shunned by all. They said that
he had killed Scoville.
Andrews knew what was said, but
he had his duty to perform. He car
ried the news to Catherine. She stood
listening quietly in her reception
room in the big house of her father,
the" rear admiral, on Madison avenue.
And all at once Andrews knew what
he had never known before', that it
was he she had loved, not Scoville.
"He slipped on the very edge of the
precipice," Andrews explained. "In an
instant he wasgone, down the sheer
rocky sides of the mountain. He. was
killed instantly, and buried under fifty
feet of snow. Rescue, help, was im
possible." "I know," said Catherine Maynard,
holding out her hands to him. "You
could have done nothing. I know, the
agony of soul that a man must feel
who comes home and leaves his cap
tain dead. But there was nothing else
to do and no blame can altach "to
Andrews knew then that she, had
heard the rumors.
"I cannot ask you what I would
wish to ask until I have cleared my
self," he said sadly, and went away.
He was a dishonored man. On all
sides enemies rose up against him;
people whom he had offended, those
who were offended with him, rdmor
mongers, backbiters all hounded
"Let somebedy who can speak Es
kimo question the boy," said his ene
mies. "Then we shall know.' the
Andrews made answer, his only an
"Put the boy to school," he s,aid,
"till he can speak English, andlet
him be asked the truth."
"Impossible, the professors,- an-