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Show ' THE PROGRESSIVE OPINION & rapmsmm .w,u&BEN AMES WILLIAMS --SP rjHE STORY SO FAR: After a chance ting and swift courtship, Will starts for Moose Bay, leaving Robin pale to wonder how a career girl could te 10 completely swept off her feet. She Uows Uttle of Will, except that he Is an engineer and that he has a brother named Angus, a dour Scot who hates women. Robin decides to follow Will to Moose Bay. On the way she meets Will's brother, Angus. She changes her mind about seeing Will. When the White Queen docks, Robin decides to go swimming. She dives from the boat, and as she comes to the surface, she hears a crash. A crane has fallen, killing a man. The man is Will McPhail. Now continue with the story. CHAPTER IV Pat scowled at this man and mutt-ered something and started toward ym; and the man backed hastily awak But Angus did not notice. He was already at the door, calling to Pat to come along, wondering how he had failed to see Will in the crane's cab when they landed, wondering why Will had not hailed dim. "He knew I'd be on the White Queen," he told Pat Donohoe. "I don't understand it." Pat said stoutly: "Sure, sorr, that lad when he's at a job forgets else but He's a hand to work, he is." Angus chuckled, full of an almost boyish eagerness.' "Step on it, Pat!" he cried. "Man, you drove fast enough coming ashore. You're crawling now." "The road's bad if you go slow, and worse if you hurry." Pat ar-gued. "And the car's, had a hard lile." But on the smoother going on .1- .- niof itcplf thpv mflrip hpttpr it a dozen times a day for twenty years; she could not discover in it now any new line, any new mark or cut or bruise.. She wanted to cower and cover her head with her arms as though to avoid flying mis-siles. She felt herself the target for things unseen. Will was dead. Will McPhail, that gay, laughing, black-haire- d young man with the ir-responsible light of lively mischief in his eyes, was dead. She re-membered how she had seen him, first, asleep on a park bench, a folded newspaper in his hands like a lily in the hands of a corpse. He might have caught cold, might have caught pneumonia and died from that folly of sleeping out the June night in the open air. But of course he had not died. There was too much life in him. Why, he could not be dead now. The purser was wrong. He must be wrong. Will could not be dead. Not Will Mc- Phail. "Blame him?" Angus choked with a hard rage. "No, I don't blame him! But Pat that girl killed Will!" "Her, sorr?" Pat protested. "Sure she just went for a swim. Can a girl be helping it if men are made so they're bound to' look at her?" Angus looked at him; and Pat winced, but he stood his ground. "Easy, Mr. McPhail!" he urged. "Easy, poor man! Will's dead, rest him; but hating her for it will no more than fester in yourself, sorr, and never bring the lad back again." Angus said without expression: "Curse her shameless soul!" "Easy!" the big man pleaded. "Rest you, Mr. McPhail. If ye keep it an , open sore, sure the hurt in you will never heal." Angus McPhail looked all around; he seemed to seek to anchor him-self to reality again. He said: "Pat, Where's your gear? I want some of it." "Sorr?" "I'm going into the woods." "Sure and a good notion that is, at that I'll go with you. We'll walk off the black woe, t'gether." "I'm going alone." Pat put the car in motion. "Eh, but you'll need company at the first, be sure." "I'll be gone two days," Angus spoke curtly. "Tell them to have Will's funeral Monday afternoon. I'll be back in time." He added briefly: "And Pat have the boat Uic i speed. As they approached the trave-ling crane, Angus saw a circle of men watching its operations; and when Pat braked to a stop, the men laughed at something. Will, in the crane's small cramped cab, was in the act of lifting one of .those heavy crates, to swing it out over the edge of the dock and lower it into the barge below him. Angus saw this, 10, though he jumped out of the car and came around in front of it, he did not speak. When a crane is handling a heavy load, it is as well not to distract the operator. But at the critical instant, somet-hing else distracted Will. As he started to swing the heavy load out over the water, there was a sudden movement among the men watching him, and someone whistled admiri-ngly and pointed across the dock, and everyone turned to look in that direction. Angus saw Will look that way, and saw his brother's eyes widen in a quick excitement, and then Will called: ,' "Oh, baby! Wait for papa!" Someone laughed, and Angus him-- i 'self instinctively turned to see what they were watching. The White Queen was berthed just opposite, and a girl in not much of a bathing suit, slender and beautiful, had just stepped up on the bulwarks in the bow. Angus recognised her as that Miss Dale; and then she dived. While her slim body was still in the air, he heard a startled shout behind him. He whirled around and saw the crane, with Will in the high ' cramped cab, toppling away from him toward the water. It leaned far out, poised precariously for a mo-ment in a terrible balance and - then leaned farther, faster. It fell. Will had no chance to jump. There-l-was a hideous crash when the crane :e struck the barge below, and a great crown of water rose and broke into white spray and fell back again. . Angus, when he saw what was one smiled to herself at the pur-ser's folly in supposing that Will could be dead. Out of nowhere, fragments of sentences came to her. She must have heard what the pur-ser was saying without knowing it; she seemed now to be listening to him as he told her what had hap-pened. "Will McPhail, yes . . . running the crane, sitting in the little high cab, lifting crates oil the flat car . . . swung one load out too fast, and it pulled the crane off balance . . . started to tip . . . when one of those things starts to go, you can't stop it . . . fell on top of the barge . . . smashed the cab, with him inside . . . crates . . . machinery . . . handle them all right as long as the operator didn't let them start swing-ing . . . Angus McPhail's brother It was some time before, as her cloudy thoughts like muddied water began to clear, she really remem-bered Angus. He was there in the background for a while, a figure with something gray about him, with still eyes that were grave and stern. Robin sat down on the nar-row bunk; she lay down on it, lying on her back, her arm across her eyes. Her cabin was very quiet. It was on the side of the White Queen away from the dock, so that any sounds of activity there came to her remotely. She thought, it's just as well I decided not to stay here, not to see Will, because now of course I couldn't anyway,, be-cause he's dead. Then she remembered that the White Queen would be sailing in a little while. The cruise would go on, and she, Robin Dale, would play games with the people aboard, chucking little sand bags at holes in a board, playing "Going Round the Mountain," dancing, telling riddles; and she would come back to in two or three weeks and pick up her car there and return home, or perhaps to Perce, to make f- - i i i "A J4w tively, as though his puny strength might reach the crane and pull it back to an even keel again. Falli-ng, it seemed to pull him after it. He scrambled across the car be-.- ii tween, reached the stringpiece in time to see the barge and the crane, locked together, just sinking into the water by the dock. He jumped off the dock into the water, not thinki-ng, acting by instinct. Will was in the cab of the crane, down there in the water, sinking. Angus was not much of a swimmer, not much ol a diver. Yet not till by his own frantic, futile efforts he was dan-gerously exhausted did he let them lift him into one of the boats that came to crowd around the spot He climbed weakly up the ladder to the dock level, and he thought re-motely: "Will didn't even see me! I didn't even have a chance to speak to him!" Then Pat Donohoe was helping him into the car, driving away to-ward shore. Angus sat taut and still, and his chest heaved with fa-tigue, and Pat drove like mad. He lave the car a cruel beating till they came to the small first-ai- d station and hospital. He jammed down the hrakes, jumped to the ground, came around to open the door and help Angus out. "Come in, sorr!" he cried in a vice tender as a woman's. "Let the doc fix you up." Angus seemed to rouse. "I'm all ''ght. Don't be a fool!" he said slowly; "Pat, Will's dead." "Aye. But they'll get him out in ho time, sorr." "He didn't see me. He was just starting to swing the load out over V the barge." Angus McPhail was tramping away into the trackless forest. ready to start Monday night. We'll go, just the same." Pat pulled up before the bunk-hous- e where he lodged; yet he urged again: "Sure, Mr. McPhail, Romeo could do all that's needful to the boat. No need for me to stay. I can go along with you as well as not." Angus gripped his arm so tight that Pat almost cried out at the pain. "I'll go alone, Pat," he said. "So be still." Half an hour later Angus McPhail threw the raw new town behind him, tramping strongly away into the trackless forest. There were trails and work roads, but he ignored th'em. He plunged blindly straight ahead, bulling through underbrush, scrambling up bluffs or sliding down swamps. He had in mind no desti-nation. He sought only complete physical exhaustion. He walked till it was full dark; and he was drenched with his own exertions be-fore at last he stopped, and ab-sently built a fire and boiled the kettle. But the cold rage in him was un-wearied still. That girl had killed his brother.' His fists tightened into hard knots. He stared at them. He said in a sort of wonder at him-self: "Why, if I saw her now, I'd np her throat out with my hands." When the purser told her that the crane, toppling overside, had car-ried Will McPhail to his death, Rob-in's reaction was not emotional. It was physical. She seemed to be stiff in the grip of an icy cold; and she knew remotely that her lips felt dry and hard, and that her cheeks some more sketches. Back to Perce, she decided. The drive along the Gaspe coast was beautiful, was worth doing again from the opposite direction. Her stunned thoughts drifted back along that road, try-ing to fix upon scenes' here and there, trying to find some anchorage in the chaos that was now her world. It was then that Angus McPhail came fully into her thoughts. The salmon pool and Angus McPhail. The hotel at Madeleine and Angus McPhail. Quai Rimouski and An-gus and his battered old hat, and his battered old heart and the gray shadow of an old pain in his eyes. Angus McPhail loved Will, too. Robin wondered why she did not begin to cry when she thought of Angus, and then she remembered that Angus would not weep. There were no soft tears in such a man. He was hardened and tempered to grief. He was a Uttle boy running up and down the shores looking into dead faces, into the pale faces of the drowned, finding at last his mother's face among them. He was a young man in love, looking hap-pily forward to his wedding, till on the eve of their marriage the lovely woman who would have been his bride revealed herself as treacher-ous and damned. He was a gray man with quiet eyes who loved his brother more than all the world, in that deep way which can only come from long devotion and long serv-ice. But now Will was dead, and Angus was alone, robbed of every-thing. Thrice he had loved. Three times the one beloved had been hid-eously torn away. Robin forgot herself, forgot Will too. Angus, as soon as he landed from the White Queen, had gone ashore. He could not have known then that Will was on the dock. It was strange that Will had not met him; but if there was an enigma in this fact, it did not matter now. The important thing was that Angus had gone directly ashore, so he could not have seen the tragedy. Perhaps he did not know, even now, that Will was dead. But someone, soon, would tell him. She wished to go to him, to share this grief with him, to weep with him for Will, who had been all the world to Angus as he had been to her. She wanted to find Angus and somehow to comfort that gray, qui-et grief-scarre- d man. If she told him she too had loved Will, he would be willing to listen; he would under-stand. She packed her bag, tied her damp bathing suit to the straps of the pack-sac- k so it would not wet her other things, and found the purser to tell him her change of plan. "I've decided to stop off here, after all," she said. (TO BE CONTINUED) "He was that! It'd be too heavy 'lor the crane, like as not. Sure and they're working everything here s double burden, sorr. The big crane out at dock's end, it's rated no more than forty-od- d tons, but they lifted t je'y with it the other day. Aye, been hurry, hurry, hurry, all "e time; and never any waiting to Blake sure, and men dying for the' sake of hurry. A shame it is." Angus said, thinking aloud: "He must have swung it too far out, J? it too fast, started it swing-B- g like a pendulum till it pulled crane off balance." "Too heavy it was, to be sure." 'No heavier than the other loads he'd been handling." Angus reached his cold conclusion. 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