Clara read the news which followed the heading in capital letters. Thus it ran:
“The following intelligence, from St. Johns, Newfoundland, has reached us for publication. The whaling-vessel Blythewood is reported to have met with the surviving officers and men of the Expedition in Davis Strait. Many are stated to be dead, and some are supposed to be missing. The list of the saved, as collected by the people of the whaler, is not vouched for as being absolutely correct, the circumstances having been adverse to investigation. The vessel was pressed for time; and the members of the Expedition, all more or less suffering from exhaustion, were not in a position to give the necessary assistance to inquiry. Further particulars may be looked for by the next mail.”
The list of the survivors followed, beginning with the officers in the order of their rank. They both read the list together. The first name was Captain Helding; the second was Lieutenant Crayford.
There the wife’s joy overpowered her. After a pause, she put her arm around Clara’s waist, and spoke to her.
“Oh, my love!” she murmured, “are you as happy as I am? Is Frank’s name there too? The tears are in my eyes. Read for me—I can’t read for myself.”
The answer came, in still, sad tones:
“I have read as far as your husband’s name. I have no need to read further.”
Mrs. Crayford dashed the tears from her eyes—steadied herself—and looked at the newspaper.
On the list of the survivors, the search was vain. Frank’s name was not among them. On a second list, headed “Dead or Missing,” the first two names that appeared were:
FRANCIS ALDERSLEY. RICHARD WARDOUR.