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One Moment After Another Passed, and He Stood Poised for the Shock.
SYNOPSIS.
The story opens with the shipwreck of
the steamer on which Miss Genevieve
Leslie, nn American heiress, Lord Win
thrope, an Kngiishman, 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 l'roin a drunk
en stupor. Blake, shunned on the boat,
because of his roughness, became a hero
ae preserver of the helpless pair. The
Englishman was suing for the hand of
Mies Leslie. Blake started to swim back
to the ship to recover what was left.
Blake returned safely. W5 nth rope wasted
his last match on a cigarette, for which
he was scored by Blake. Their tirst meal
* a. a dead flsh. The trio started a ten
mile hike for higher land. Thirst at
tacked them. Blake was compelled to
carry Miss Leslie on account of weari
ness He taunted Wintlirope. They en
tered the jungle. That night was passed
roosting high In a tree. The next morn
ing they descended to the open again.
All three constructed hats to shield them
selves from the sun. They then feasti'd
on cocoanuts. the only procurable food.
Miss Leslie showed a liking for Blake,
but detested his roughness. Led by Blake
thev established a home in some cliffs.
Blake found a fresh water spring. Miss
Leslie faced an unpleasant situation.
They planned their campaign. Blake re
iovem<l his surveyor's magnifying glass.
>hu9 Injuring tire, lie started a jungle
fir e
CHAPTER IX.—Continued.
Blake picked a path along the edge
of the rill, where the moist vegetation,
thoush scorched, had refused to burn.
After the first abrupt ledge, up which
Blake had to drag his companions, the
;ascent wa3 easy. But as they climbed
around an outjntting corner of the
steep right wall of the cleft Blake
mutiered a curse of disappointment.
Tie could now see that the cleft did
not run to the top of the cliff, but
through it, like a tiny box canyon.
The sides rose sheer and smooth as
walls. Midway, at the highest point of
the cleft, the baobab towered high
above the ridge crest, its gigantic
trunk filling a third of the breadth of
the little gorge. Unfortunately it
stood close to the loft wall.
"Here's luck for you!" growled
Make. "Why couldn't the blamed old
tree have grown on tlio other side?
We might have found a way to climb
it. Guess we'll have to smoke out
another leopard. We're no nearer
those birds' nests than we were yes
terday."
"By Jove, look here!" exclaimed
Winthrope. "This is our chance for
iintelope! Here by the spring are
bamboos —real bamboos —and only
half the thicket burned."
"What of them?" demanded Blake.
"Bows—arrows —and did you not
agree that they would make knives?"
"Umph—we'll see. What i 3 it, Miss
Jenny?"
"Isn't that a hole in the big tree?"
' Looks like it. These baobabs are
often hollow."
"Perhaps that is where the leopard
t>.ul bis den," added Winthrope.
"Shouldn't wonder. We'll go and
see."
"But, Mr. Blake," protested the girl,
"may there not be other leopards?"
"Might have been; but I'li bet they
\'t out with the other. Look how the
tree is scorched. Must have been
etaeks of dry brush around the hole,
'nough to smoke out a fireman. We'll
look and see if (hey left any soup
bones lying around. First, though,
here's your driik, Miss Jenny."
As he spoke, Blake kicked aside
some smouldering branches and led
the way t» the crevice whence the
spring trickled from the rock into a
shallow stone basin. When all had
drunk their fill of the clear cool water
T?lake took up his club and walked
■straight across to the baobab. Less
than 30 steps brought l'im to the nar
row opening in the trunk of the huge
tree. At first he could make out noth
ing in the dimly lit. interior; but the
fetid, catty odor was enough to con
vince hi:n that he had found the
leopards' den.
He caught the vague outlines of a
long body, crouched five or six yards
away, on »lie far side of the hollow.
He sprang back, his club brandished
to strike. But the expected attack did
not follow. Blake glanced about as
though considering the advisability of
a retreat. Winthrope and Miss Leslie
were staring at hitn, white-faced. The
sight of their terror seemed to spur
hitn to dare-devil bravado; though his
actions may rather have been duo to
the fact that he realized the futility of
flight, and so rose to the requirements
of the situation —the grim need to
stand and face the danger.
"Get behind the bamboos!" he
called, and as they hurriedly obeyed,
he caught up a stone and flung it in at
the crouching beast.
He heard the missile strike with a
soft thud that told him he had not
missed his mark, and he swung up his
■club in both hands. Given half a
chance he would smash the skull of
the female as he had crushed her
blinded mate. One moment after an
other passed, and he stood poised for
the shock, tense and scowling. Not
so much as a snarl came from within.
The truth flashed upon him.
"Smothered!" he yelled.
The other saw him dart in through
the hole. A moment later two limp
grayish bodies were flung out into the
open. Immediately after Blake reap
peared. dragging the body of the moth
er leopard.
"It's all right; they're dead!" cried
Winthrope, and he ran forward to
look at the bodies.
Miss Leslie followed, hardly less
curious.
"Are they all dead, Mr. Blake?" she
inquired.
• "Wiped out —whole family. The old
cat stayed by her kittens, and all
smotherod together—lucky for us! Get
busy with those bamboos, Win, I'm
going to have these skins, and the
sooner we get the cub meat, hung up
and curing, the better for us."
"Leopard meat again!" rejoined
Winthrope.
"Spring leopard, young and tender!
What more could you ask? Get a
move on you."
"Can I do anything," Mr. Blake?"
asked Miss Leslie.
"Hunt a shady spot."
"But I really mean it."
"Well, if that's straight, you might
goon along the gully, and see If
there's any place to get to the top.
You could pick up sticks on the way
back, if any are left. We'll have to
fumigate this tree hole before we
adopt it for a residence."
"Will it be long before you finish
with your—with the bodies?"
"Well, now, look here, Miss Jenny;
it's going to be a mess, and I wouldft't
mind hauling the carcasses clear down
the gully, out of sight, if it was to be
the only time. I3ut it's not, and you
have got to get used to it, sooner or
later. So we'll start now."
"I suppose, if I must, Mr. Blake —
Really, I wish to help."
"Good. That's something like!
Think you can learn to cook?" •
"See what I did this morning."
Blake took the cord of cocoanut fi
ber which she held out to him, and
tested its strength.
"Well, I'll be blessed!" he said.
"This is something like. If you don't
look out, you'll make quite a camp
mate, Miss Jenny. But now, trot
along. This is hardly arctic weather,
and our abattoir don't include a cold
storage plant. The sooner these
lambs are dressed, the better."
CHAPTER X.
Problems in Woodcraft.
T WAS no pleasant sight
that met Miss Leslie's
gaze upon her return. The
neatest of butchering can hardly be
termed aesthetic; and Blake and Win
thrope lacked both skill and tools. Be
tween the penknife and an improvised
blade of bamboo, they had flayed the
two cubs and haggled off the flesh.
The ragged strips, spitted on bamboo
rods, were already searing in the fierce
sun-rays.
Miss Leslie would have slipped into
the hollow of the baobab with her
armful of fagots and brush; but Blake
waved a bloody knife above the body
of the mother leopard, and beckoned
the girl to come nearer.
"Hold on a minute, please," he said.
"What did you find out?"
Miss Leslie drew a few iteps near
CAMERON COUNTY PRESS, THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 11, 1909.
er, and forced herself to look at (he
revolting sight. She found it still
more diflicult to withstand the odor of
the fresh blood. Winthrope was pale
and nauseated. The sight of his dis
tress caused the girl to forget her own
loathing. She drew a deep breath,
and succeeded in countering Blake's
expectant look with a half-smile.
"How well are you getting along!"
she exclaimed.
"Didn't think you could stand it. Rut
you've got grit all right, if you are a
lady," Blake said admiringly. "Say,
you'll make it yet! Now, how about
the gully?"
"There is no place to climb up. It
runs along like this, and then slopes
down. Hut there is a cliff at the end,
as high as these walls."
"Twenty feet," muttered Rlake.
"Confound the luck. It isn't that
jump-off; but how in—how are we
going to get up on the cliff? There's
an everlasting lot of omelettes in
those birds' nests. If only that, bloom
in' —how's that, Win, me b'y?—that
bloomin', blawsted baobab was on
t'other side. The wood's almost soft
as punk. We could drive in pegs,
and climb up the trunk."
"There are other trees beyond it,"
remarked Miss Leslie.
"Then maybe we can shin up—"
"I fear the branches that overhang
the cliff are too slender to bear any
weight."
"And it's too infernally high to
climb up to this overhanging baobab
limb."
"I say," ventured Winthrope, "if we
had an ax, now, we might cut up one
of the trees, and make a ladder."
"Oh, yes; and if we had a ladder,
we might climb up the cliff!"
"But, Mr. lilake, is there not some
way to cut down one of the trees?
The tree itself would be a ladder if it
fell in such a way as to lean against
the cliff."
"There's only the penknife," an
swered Blake. "So I guess we'll have
to scratch eggs off our menu card
Spring leopard for ours! Now, if you
really want to help, you might scrape
the soup bones out of your boudoir,
and fetch a lot more brush. It'll take
a big lire to rid the hole of that cat
smell."
"Will not the tree burn?"
"No; these hollow baobabs have
green bark on the inside as well as
out. Funny thing, that! We'd have
to keep a Are going a long time to
burn through."
"Yet it would burn In time?"
"Yes; but we're not going to—"
"Then why not burn through the
trunk of one of tlioso small trees, in
stead of chopping it down?"
"By—heck, Miss Jenny, you've got
an American headpiece! Come on.
Sooner, we get the thing started, the
better."
Neither Winthrope nor Miss Leslie
was reluctant to leave the vicinity of
the carcasses. They followed close
after Blake, around the monstrous
bole of the baobab. A little beyond it
stood a group of slender trees, whose
trunks averaged eight inches at the
has*. Blake stopped at the second
one, which grew nearest to the sea
ward side of the cleft.
"Here's our ladder," he said. "Get
some firewood. Pound tho bushes,
though, before you go poking into
them. May be snakes here."
"Snakes?--oh!" cried Miss Leslie,
and she stood shuddering at the dan
ger she had already incurred.
The fire had burnt Itself out on a
bare ledge of rock between them and
the baobab, and the clumps of dry
brush left standing in this end of the
cleft were very suggestive of snakes,
now that Blake had called attention
to the possibility of their presence.
He laughed at his hesitating com
panions. "Goon, goon! Don't squeal
till you're bit. Most snakes hike out,
if you give them half a chance. Take
a. stick each of you, and pound the
bushes."
Thus urged, bolh started to work.
But neither ventured into the thicker
clumps. When they returned, with
large armfuls of sticks and twigs,
they found that Hlako had used his
glass to light a handful of dry bark,
out in the sun, and was nursing it In
to a small fire at the base of the tree,
on the side next the cliff,
"Now, Miss Jenny," he directed,
"you're to keep this going—not too big
a fire—understand? Same time you
can keep on fetching brush to fumi
gate your cat hole. It needs It, all
right." ' . .
, "Will not. that be rather too much
for Miss Leslie?" asked Winthrope.
"Woll, if she'd rather come and rub
brains ori the skins, —Indian tan, you
know —or —"
• "How can you mention such things
before a lady?" protested Winthropo
"Beg your pardon, Miss Leslie! you
see, I'm not much used to ladies' com
pany. Anyway, you've got to see and
hear about these things. And now I'll
have to get the strings for Win'a
bamboo bows. Come on, Win. We've
got that old tabby to peel, and a lot
more besides."
Miss Leslie's first Impulse was to
protest against being left alone, when
at any moment some awful venom
ous serpent might come darting at her
out of the brush or the crevices in
the rocks. ,But her half-parted lip*
drew firmly together, and after a mo
ment's hesitancy, she forced herself
to the task which had been assigned
her. The fire, once started, requirod
little attention. She could give most
of her time to gathering brush for the
fumigation of the leopard den.
She had collected quite a heap of
fuel at the entrance of the hollow,
when she remembered that the place
would first have to be cleared of its
accumulation of bones. A glance at
her companions showed that they
were in the midst of tasks even more
revolting. It was certainly disagree
able to do such things; yet, as Mr.
Blake had said, others had to do them.
It was now her time to learn. She
could see him smile at her hesitation.
Stung by the thought of hia half
contemptuous pity, she caught up a
forked stick, and forced herself to en
ter the tree-cave. The stench met her
like a blow. It nauseated and all but
overpowered her. She stood for sev
eral moments in the center of tho cav
ity, sick and faint. Had it been even
the previous day, she would have run
out Into the open air.
Presently she grew a little more ac
customed to the stench, and began
to rake over the soft, dry mold of
the den floor with her forked stick.
Bor.es!—who had ever dreamed of
such a mess of bones? — big bones
and little bones and skulls; old bones
dry and almost buried; moldy bones;
bones still half-covered with bits ol
flesh and gristle—the remnants of the
leopard family's last meal.
At last all were scraped out and
flung in a heap, three or foir yards
away from the entrance. Miss Leo-
He looked at the result of her labor
with a satisfied glance, followed by n
sigh of relief. Between the heat and
her unwonted exercise, she was great
ly fatigued. She stepped around to a
shadier spot to rest.
With a start she remembered the
fire.
When she reached it there wer«
only a few dying embers left. She
gathered dead leaves and shreds of
fibrous inner bark, and knelt beside
the dull coals to blow them into life.
She could not bear the thought of hav
ing to confess her carelessness to
Blake.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Drudgery in the Kitcnen.
The path of progress is clear. Theie
is no more reason why the woman
in modern civilization should scrub
and cook and darn and dust than there
is why these things should be done
by men. The development of im
proved machinery and the growth of
labor saving devices of all kinds will
finally obviate the necessity of doing
these things each day In each home
through the land. Co-operation, which
we are slowly learning to greet as a
friend, will overcome the drudgery
and make the life of a woman as en
joyable and centful as that of th«
man.—Nearinff and Watson in"800
nomics."
Help us to remember that greatei
than any church or U klndaaii
The Best Food for Workers.
The best food for those who work
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The best example of this is found in
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All of these facts were proved and
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Labor Unions Fight Tuberculosis.
Ten fraternal and benefit organiza
tions, with a membership of nearly
4,000,000, and three international la
bor unions with a membership of over
100,000 have joined the ranks of the
fighters against consumption within
the last year, according "to a state
ment of the National Association for
the Study and Prevention of Tubercu
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now in the fight against tuberculosis
are the Modern Woodmen of America,
Brotherhood of American Yeomen, Or
der of Eagles, Improved Order of
Red Men, Knights of Pythias, Royal
Arcanum, Workmen's Circle, Knights
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men and Assistants' union, the inter
national Hoot and Shoe Workers'
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That Got Him.
A theatrical manager delighted in
taking a rise out of conceited or vain
members of his company.
"I see you are getting on fairly
well," he remarked.
"Fairly? I am getting on very well,"
replied the hero of the play, promptly.
"1 pla3'ed Hamlet for the first time
last night. You can see by the pa
pers' glowing criticisms how well I
got on.'
"I have not read them," replied the
other, quietly, "but I was there."
"Oh, you were. Well, you noticed
how swimmingly everything went off?
Of course, I made a bungle of one
part by falling into Ophelia's grave,
but I think the audience appreciated
even that."
"I know they did," said the man
ager, with a slight smile; "but they
were frightfully sorry when you
climbed out of it again!"
He Forgot Something.
"Is that all you have to say to me?'
she Queried, looking off into space.
"Great heavens, girl!" said he
abashed, "what more can I say l .
Haven't I told you that I worship the
very ground you walk on? Haven't
I offered you every iota of my worldly
possessions? Haven't I said that you
would never want for anything, that
your relatives could come and stay as
long as they wished, that 1 would
work my fingers bare for you, and
that I would devote my entire exia
tence to you?"
"Oh, yes, you said all that," she re
plied, wearily, "but —"
"Hut what?" he asked, tremulously
"You —you didn't say right out and
out 'I love you,' and that's what 1
wanted to hear most of all."
Hated to Take the Money.
Frank I. Cobb, the chief editorial
vriter of the New York World, was
on a vacation in the Maine woods
once when Joseph Pulitzer, owner of
the World, wanted to communicate
with him. Mr. Pulitzer sent Cobb a
cipher message.
Presently a country operator drove
into the Cobb camp and handed Cobb
the message, which read something
like this:
"Simplicity—aggrandizement grif
fon —gerald—roderick hopscotch
hainfat —publicity."
"There's a dollar to collect for deliv
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they ain't no sense to it."
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"It was good and tAe effect was so
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I improved immediately after I left
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am now entirely cured of my indiges
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were due to coffee. lam now well
and contented and all because I
changed from coffee to Postum.
"Postum is much easier to make
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