6 Jot® THE [MMM JFI'Y S~\ \0 HI YR 1 ■■■—■■Jj """tit, i- |§F Jfer#i BEMETV - EIMTRNTJOMBYPAYIWRM L// CWrMiCs/r j>e& sr A.C/*fCLUAG *» Co* _x *" SYNOPSIS. I tjfc—~~^—— —!■■!■ — SYNOPSIS. The story opens with the shipwreck of the steamer on which Miss Genevieve I«estie, an American heiress, Loril Win thrope. tu: Englishman, and Tom Blake. • brusque American, were passengers. The three were tossed upon an uninhab ited island and were the only ones not drowned- Blake recovered from a drunk en stupor. Blake, shunned on the boat, because of his roughness, became a hero as preserver of the helpless pair. The Englishman was suing for the hand of Miss L,eslte. Blake started to swim back to the ship to recover What was left. Vlake returned safely. Winthrope wasted his last match on a cigarette, for which he was scored by Blake. Their lirst meal was a (Scad fish. CHAPTER lll.—Continued. "To be sure, the Japanese eat raw fish," admitted Winthrope. "Yes; and you'd swallow your share of It If you had an invite to a swell tinner in Tokyo. Goon now, both of fou. It's no Joke, I tell you. You've got to eat, if you expect to get to wa- M»r before night. Understand? See that headland south? Well, it's 100 to 1 well not find water short of there, and It ire make it by night, we'll be doing better tban I figure from (he looks of these bogs. Now goto chewing. That's It! That's fine. Miss Jenny!" Miss Leslie had forced herself to take a nibble of the raw fish. The flavor proved less repulsive than she had expected, and its moisture was so grateful to her parched mouth that ■he began to eat with eagerness. Not to be outdone, Winthrope promp'tly followed her lead. Blake had already cut himself a second slice. After he had cut more for his companions, he began to look them over with a close ness that proved embarrassing to Miss Leslie. "Here's more of the good stuff," he said. "While you're chewing it, we'll sort of take stock. Everybody shell out everything. Here's my outfit— three shillings, half a dozen poker chips, and not another blessed — Say, what's become of that whisky flask? have you seen my flask? "Here it is, right beside mo, Mr. Blake," answered Miss. Leslie. "But it is empty." "Might be worse! What you got? —hairpins, watch? No pocket, I sup pose?" "None; and no watch. Even most of my pins are gone," replied the girl, and she raised her hand to her loosely colled hair. "Well, hold on (o what you've got left. They may come in for fish hooks. Let's see your shoes." Miss Leslie slowly thrust a slender little foot just beyond the hem of her draggled white skirt. "Good Lord!" groaned Blake, "slip pers, and high heels at that! How do you exp<?et to walk in those things?" "I can at least try," replied the girl, with spirit. "Hobble! Pass 'ein over here, Win nie, my boy." The slippers were handed over. Blake took one after the other and Wrsched off the heel close to its base. "Now you've at least got a pair of slippers," he said, tossing them back to their owner. "Tie them on tight with a couple of your ribbons, if you don't want to lose them in the mud. Now, Winthrope, what you got beside the knife?" Winthrope held out a bunch of long flat keys and his cigarette case. He opened the latter and was about to throw away the two remaining cigar ettes when lilake grasped his wrist. "Hold on! even they may come in for something. We'll at least keep them until we need the case." "And the keys?" "Make arrowheads, if wo can get fire." "I've heard of savages making fire by rubbing wood." "Yes; and we're a long way from being savages—at present. All the show we have is to find some kind of quartz or flint, and the sooner wo start to look the better. Got your slippers tied. Miss Jenny?" "Yes; I think they'll do." "Think! It's knowing the thing. Here, let me look." The girl shrank back; but Blake .stooped and examined first one slipper and then the other. The ribbons about both were tied in dainty bows. Blake jerked them loose and twisted thein firmly over and under the slippers and about the girl's slender ankles before knotting the ends. t "There; that's more like. You're not going to a dance," ho growled. He thrust the empty whisky flask Into his hip pocket and went back to pass a sling of reeds through the gills of the eoryphene. "Ail ready now," he called. "Let's get a move on. Keep my coat closer about your shoulders, Miss Jenny, and keep your shade up, if you don't want a sunstroke." "Thank you, Blake, I'll see to that," said Winthrope. 'Tm going to help Misn Leslie along. I've fastened our two shades together, so that they will answer for both of us." "How about yourself, Mr. Blake?" Inquired the girl. "Do you not find the sun fearfully hot?" "Sure; but I wet my head in the sea, and here's another souse." As he rose with dripping head from buide the 1001 he slung the eoryphene Stopped, Utterly Spent. on his back and started off without further words» CHAPTER iV. A Journey in Desolation. /JcLbU OHXIXG was well advanced HI and the sun beat down upon the three with almost over powering fierceness. The heat would have rendered their thirst unendurable had not Blake hacked off for them bit after bit of the moist coryphene flesh. In a temperate climate ten miles over firm ground is a pleasant walk for one accustomed to the exercise. Quite a different matter is ten miles across mud-flats, covered with a tan gle of reeds and rushes, and frequently dipping into salt marsh and ooze. Be fore they had gone a mile Miss Leslie would have lost her slippers had it not been for Blake's forethought in tying them so securely. Within a lit tle more than three miles the girl's strength began to fail. ''Oh, Blake," called Winthrope, for the American was some yards in the lead, "pull up a bit on that knoll. We'll have to rest a while, I fancy. Miss Leslie is about pegged." • "What's that?" demanded Blake. "We're not half-way yet!" Winthrope did not reply. It was all he could do to drag the girl up on the hummock. She sank, half-fainting, ui)on the dry reeds, and he sat down beside her to protect her with* the shade. Blake stared at the miles of swampy flats which yet lay between them and the out-jutting headland oi' gray rock. The base of the cliff was screened by a belt of trees; but the nearest cluinp of green did not look more than a mile nearer than the headland. "Hell!" muttered Blake, despondent ly. "Not even a short four miles. Mush and sassiety girls!" Though he spoke to himself the others heard him. Miss Leslie flushed and would have risen had not Win thrope put his hand on her arm. "Could you not goon and bring back a flask of water for Miss Leslie?" he asked. "By that time she will be rested." "No; I don't fetch back any flasks of water. She's going when I go, or you can come onto suit yourselves." "Mr. Blake, you—you won't go and leave me here! If you have a sister —if your mother—" "She died of drink, and both my sisters did worse." "My God, man! do you mean to say you'll abandon a helpless young girl?" "Not a bit more helpless than were my sisters when you rich folks' guar dians of law and order jugged me for the winter 'cause I didn't have a job and turned both girls into the street —onto the street, if you know what that means—one only 16 and the other 17. Talk about helpless young girls— Damnation!" Miss Leslie cringed back as though she had been struck. Blake, however, seemed to have vented his anger In CAMERON COUNTY PRESS.iAY, SEPTEMBER 23, 1909- the curse, for when he again sAI there was nothing more than Jon tience in his tone. "Come on, »'<4v; get aboard. Winthrope couldn't \V| you a half-mile, and long's it' 9tt only way don't be all day about i Here, Winthrope, look to the fish." "But, my dear fellow, I don't qui take your idea, nor does Miss Leslie, fancy," ventured Winthrope. "Well, we've got to get to water 1 die; and as the lady can't walk going on my back. It's a case 1 have-to." "No! I am not —I am not! I'd sooni die!" "I'm afraid you'll find that eas enough later on, Miss Jenny. Star by, Winthrope, to help her up. I you hear? Take the knife and fish an lend a hand." There was a note in Blake's voic " that neither Winthrope nor Miss Le? 1 lie dared disregard. Though scarle 1 with mortification, she permitted liei < self to be taken pick-a-back upot Blake's broad shoulders and meeklj obeyed his command to clasp hei hands about his throat. Yet even a that moment, such are the inconsis tencies of human nature, she could nol but admire the ease with which h( rose under her weight. Now that he no longer had the slow pace of the girl to consider, he ad vanced at his natural gait, the quick tireless stride of an American railroad surveyor. His feet, trained to swamp] travel in Louisiana and Panama,l seemed to find the firmest ground as by instinct, and whether on the half dried mud of the hummocks or in the ankle-deep water of the hogs, they felt their way without slip or stumble. Winthrope, though burdened only" with the half-eaten coryphene, toiled along behind, greatly troubled by the mud and the tangled reeds, and now and then flung down by some unlucky misstep. His modish suit, already much damaged by the salt water, was soon smeared afresh with a coating of greenish slime. His one consolation was that Blake, after jeering at his first tumble, paid no more attention to him. On the other hand, he was cut by the seeming Indifference of Miss Leslie. Intent on his own misery, he failed to consider that the girl might bo suffering far greater discomfort and humiliation. More than three miles had been cov ered before Blake stopped on a hum mock. Releasing Miss Leslie, ha stretched out on the dry crest of the knoll and called for a slice of the fish. At his urging the others took a few mouthfuls, although their throats were so parched that even the moist flesh afforded scant relief. Fortunately for them all, Blake had been thoroughly trained to endure thirst. Ho rested less than ten minutes; then taking Miss Leslie up again like a rag doll, he swung away at a good pace. The trees were less than half a mile distant when he halted for the second time. He would have gone to them without a pause, though his mus cles were quivering with exhaustion, had not Miss Leslie chanced to look around and discover that Winthrope was no longer following them. For last mile he had been lagging | ; r and farther behind, and now ltd suddenly disappeared. At the ! dismayed exclamation, Blake re id his hold and she found herself 'ling in a foot or more of mud and | r The sweat was streaming i Blake's face. As he turned (nd, he wiped it off with his shirt l>o you—can it be. Mr. Blake, that ;.as had a sunstroke?" asked Mist Sunstroke? No; he's just laid !n, that's all. I thought he had fo sand —confound him! hut the sun is so dreadfully hot, I have his shade." Vnd he's been tumbling into every or pool. No; it's not the sun. I've 112 a mind to let him lie —the paper ed swell! It would no more than .are our aboard-ship accounts. Surely, you would not do that, Mr. ike! It may be that he has hurt lseir In falling." In this mud? —bah! But I guess [ in for the pack-mule stunt all >und Now, now; (lon't yowl, Miss iny. I'm going. But you can't ex it me to love the snob. ks he splashed away on the return lil. Miss Leslie dabbed at her eyes check the starting tears. •|m dear—Oh, dear!" she moaned; rwiill have I dono to be so treated? icA.;a brute. Oh, dear!—and lam so irstw" In hor despair she would have sunK ,wn where she stood had not the [mine# of the water repelled her. Ie said longingly at the trees, in ie foi§ of which stood a grove or atelyftalms. The half-mile seemed i inswerable distance, but the ride a niXe's back had rested her and goaded her forward. Stumbling and slipping she waded ii across the Inundated ground, and am-; out upon a half-baked mud-flat, vhcre the walking was much easier, iut the sun was now almost directly iverhead, and between her thirst and he l\°at she soon found herself falter ng She tottered on a few steps farther, and then stopped, utterly --at As she sank upon the dried b s she glanced around and was Jiely conscious of a strange, double Jed figure following her path • )SS the marsh. All about her be ae black. fhe next she knew Blake was ashing her head and face with ickish water out of the whisky flask, e raised her hand to shield her te, and sat up, sick and dizzy. 'That's it!" said Blake. He spoke a kindly tone, though his voice was •sh and broken with thirst. "\ou re right now. Pull yourself together 1 we'll get to the trees in a jiffy." 'Mr. Winthrope —?" 'l'm here, Miss Genevieve. It was |y a wrenched ankle. If I had a pk, Blake, 1 fancy I could make a I of it over this drier ground. j 'And lay yourself up for a month, me, Miss Jenny, brace up for an ler try. It's only a quarter-mile, d I've got to pack him." The girl was gasping with thirst; t she made an effort, and, assisted Blake, managed to gain her feet, e was still dizzy; but as Blake ing Winthrope upon his back, he i d her to take hold of his arm. W 10- rope held the shade over her head, ins assisted, and sheltered from the v -ect beat of the sun-rays, she tot l- -cd along beside Blake, lialf-uncon c. ious. (Fortunately the remaining distance |- across a stretch of bare dry Jnind, for even Blake had all but Ached the limit of endurance. Step 3 step he labored on, staggering un % the weight of tlio Englishman and Aping with a thirst which his ex rrons rendered even greater than 'il of his companions. But through ae trees and brush which stretched w;y inland in a wall of verdure he ad caught glimpses of a broad stream ndthe hope of fresh water called out vey ounce of his reserve strength. \ last the nearest palm was only a }\v paces distant. Blake clutched : lis Leslie's arm and dragged her jrtard with a rush in a final outburst 112 tiergy. A moment later all three ly gasping in the shade. But the ive was yet another 100 yards dls unt Blake waited only to regain hm roah; then he staggered up and went n. The others, unable to rise, gazed fteiliim in silent misery. Son Blake found himself rushing tirO'gh the jungle along a broad trail littel with enormous footprints; but le Wis so near mad with thirst that le tad no heed to tlio spoor other tianto curse the holes for the trouble tie>* gave him. Suddenly the trail UrnM 10 the left and sloped down a IDW link into the river. Blind to all else, Blake ran down the slope and ilroptng upon his knees plunged his head nto the water. (TO BE CONTINUED.) Faith and Hope. Mayme—lf you don't love him why are ycu going to marry him? Majbeile—Oh, I expect to love him aftor ve are married. He has prom ised that on the morning of our we* ing day he will shave off W* dinkv little French beard. A TEXAS CLERGYMAN Speaka Out for the Benefit of Suffer j Ing Thousands. Rev. G. M. Gray, Baptist clergy- j man, of Whitesboro, Tex., Bays: j "Four years ago I t suffered misery with j lumbago. Every movement was one of pain. Doan's Kid- j ney Pills removed the whole difficulty after only a short time. Although I do not like to have my name used publicly, I make an exception In this case, so that other sufferers from kidney trouble may profit by my experience." Sold by all dealers. 50 cents a box. roster-Milburn Co., Buffalo, N. Y. 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