6 ' jror® He iMnranlntjJE .i.csrs!rii/Mc *■ co. slonal boKKy hole, the -water hud "I Wish He Hadn't Rushed Off So Suddenly." SYNOPSIS. The story opens with the shipwreck of |h« Bteamer on which Miss Genevieve Leslie, an American heiress, Lord Win thrope, an Englishman, and Tom Blake, n brusque American, were passengers. The three were tossed upon an uninhab ited island and were the only ones not llrowried. Blake, shunned on the boat, because of his roughness, became a hero 93 preserver of the helpless pair. The Englishman was suing for tho hand of Mlse Leslie. Winthrope wasted his last •match on a cigarette, for which he was ♦cored by Blake. All three constructed hats to shield themselves from tho sun. Thoy tlien feasted on cocoanuts, the only procurable food. Miss Leslie showed a liking for Blake but detested his rough ,ne»;<. Iyd by Blake, they established a faome in some cliffs. Blake found a fresh waler spring. Miss Tfcslie faced an un pleasant situation. Blake recovered his uurveyor's magnifying glass, thus insur ing fire. He started a jungle fire, killing a large leopard and smothering several cubs In the leopard's cavern they built ft small home. They gained the cliffs by burning the bottom of a tree until it fell against the heights. The trio secured eggs from the cliffs. Miss Leslie's white •kirt was decided upon as a signal. Miss Leslie made a dress from tho leopard •kin. Overhearing a conversation be tween Blake and Winthrope, Miss I«eslie became frightened. Winthrope became 111 with fever. Blake was poisoned by a fish and almost died. Jackals attacked the camp that night, but wire drive* off by Genevieve. Blake constructed an anl itnal trap. It killed a hyena. On a tour the trio discovered honey and oysters. iMms was attacked by a poisonous i«u«.ke Blake killed it and saved its poi son to kill game. For the second time Winthrope was attacked by fever. He ftnd Blake disagreed. The latter made a strong door for the private compartment of Miss Leslie's cave home. A terrible fttorni raged that night. Winthrope stole Into her room, but she managed to swing tor door closed in time. Winthrope was adly hurt. "CHAPTER XX.—Continued. "Oh, quick, Mr. Blake' build a fire! 'lt may bo, some hot broth —" "Too late," muttered Blake. "See here, Winthrope, (here's no use lying about it. You're going out mighty ■oon. See if you can't die like a man.'' "Die! Gawd, but I can't die —I can't die- — Owl it burns!" He flung up a band, and sought to tear at his wounds. "Hold hard!" cried Blake, catching! the hand in an iron grip. Something in his touch, or the tone of command, seemed to cower the wretched man into a state of abject submission. "S'elp m?, I'll confess!—l'll confess he babbled. "The stones are •sewed in the stomach pad; I 'ad to <ako 'em bout of their settings, and tnelt up (he gold." lie paused, and a cunning smile stole over his distorted features. "Ho, wot a bloomin* lark! Valet plays the gent, an' they never "as; a hinkling! Mr. Cecil Winthrope, hif you please, an' a 'int of a title — ■wot a lark! 'Awkings, me lad, you're a gay 'oaxer! Wot a lark! wot a Lrli!" Mis voice shrilled out in quavering appeal: "Don't—don't look at me, miss! I tried to make myself a gen tleman; God knows I tried! I fought my way up out of the Kast End—out «112 that hell—and none ever lifted fin der lo help me. I educated myself like a scholar —then the stock sharks •cheated me of my savings—out of the iast penny; and I had to take service. My God! a valet —his grace's valet, and I a scholar! Do you wonder the devil got into me? Do you—" Hlake's deep voice, firm but strange ly husky, broke in upon and silenced the cry of agony; "There, I guess you've said enough." "Enough—and last night— My God! to be such a beast! The devil tempted me—aye, and he's paid me out in my •own coin! I'm done for! God ha' mercy on me! —God lia' mercy—" Again came the gasping rattle; this time there was no rally. Blake thrust himself between Miss Leslie and the crumpled figure. "Get back around the tree," he said harshly. "What are you going lo do?" "That's my business," he replied. Ho thrust, his burning-glass into her hand. "Here; go and build a fire, if you can find any dry stuff." "You're not going to— You'll bury him!" "Yes. Whatever he may have been, he's dead now, poor devil!" "I can't go," she half whispered, "not until—until I've learned— Do you —can you tell me just what is para noia?" Blake studied a little, and tapped •the top of his head. "Near as T can say, it's softening of the brain —up there." "Do you think that—" she hesitated —"that lie had it?" "Yes, I do. But if you'll go, please." "One thing more—l must know aow! DO you remember the day when you set up the signal and you— you quarreled with him?" Blake reddened and dropped his iKaze. "Did he go and tell you that? The sneak!" "If you please, let us say nothing more about him. But would you care to tel' me what you meant —what you «nd then?" Blake's flush deepened; but he raised his head, and faced her square ly as he answered: "No; I'm not go ing to repeat tiny dead man's talk; and as for what I said, this isn't the time or place to say anything in that line —now that we're alone. Under stand ?" "I'm afraid Ide not, Mr. Ulake. ,?tteuMa axnlafn " "Don't ask me, Miss Jenny. I can't tell you now. You'll have to wait till we get aboard ship. We'll catch a steamer before long. 'Tisn't every one of them that goes ashore in these blows." "Why did you build that door? Did you suspect—" She glanced down at the huddled figure between them. lilake frowned and hesitated; then burst out almost angrily: "Well, you know now he was a sneak; so it's not blabbing to tell that much —I knew he was before; and it's never safe to trust a sneak." "Thank you!" she said, and she turned away quickly that she might not again look at the prostrate figure. CHAPTER XXI. Wreckage and Salvage. 'Ti ft J % was sodden from the fierce J. A. downpour that had accom panied the cyclone; all the cleft bot tom other than the bare ledges was a bed of mud; everything without the tree-cave had been either blown away or heaped with broken boughs and mud-spattered rubbish. But the girl had far too much to think about to feel any concern over the mere dam age and destruction of things. It was rather a relief to find something that called for work. Catching sight of a bit of white down among the bamboos, she went to it, and was not a little surprised to Bee the tattered remnant of her duck skirt. It had evidently been torn from the signal staff by the first gust of the cyclone, whirled down into the cleft by some flaw or eddy in the wind, and wadded so tightly into the heart of the thick clump of stems that all the fury of the storm had failed to dislodge It. Its recovery seemed to the girl a special providence; for of course they must keep up a signal on the cliff. Having started her fire and set on a stew, she hunted out her sewing ma terials from their crevice in the cave and began mending the slits in the torn flag. While she worked she sat on a shaded ledge, her bare feet toast ing in the sun, and her soggy, mud smeared moccasins drying within reach. When Blake appeared, the moccasins were still where she had first set them, but the little pink feet were safely tucked up beneath the tattered flag. Fortunately, the sight of the white cloth prevented Blake from noticing the moccasins. "Hello!" he exclaimed. "What's that?—the flag? Say, that's luck! I'll break out a bamboo right off. Old staff's carried clean away." "Mr. Blake —just a moment, please. What have you done with —with it?" Blake jerked his thumb upward. "You have carried him up on the cliff?" "Best place I could think of. No animals—and I piled stones over— But, I say, look here." He drew out a piece of wadded cloth, marked off irto little squares i by crossing lines of stitches. Ona of CAMERON COUNTY PRESS, THURSDAY, FEBRUARY 17, igio the squares near the edge had been ripped open. Blake thurst in his fin ger and worked out an emerald the size of a large pea. "O-h-h!" cried Miss Leslie, as he held the glittering gem out to her in his rough palm. He drew it back and carefully thrust it again into its pocket. "That's one," ho said. "There's an other in every square of this innocent, harmless rag—dozens of them. He must have made a clean sweep of the duke's —or, more like, the duchess' jewels. Now, if you please, I want you to sew this up tight again, and —" "I cannot —I cannot touch it!" she cried. "Say, I didn't mean to— It was con founded stupid of me," mumbled Blake. "Won't you excuse me?" "Of course! It was only the —the thought that —" "No wonder. I always am a fool when it comes to ladies. I'll fix the thing all right." Catching up the nearest small pot, he crammed the quilted cloth down within it, and filled it to the brim with sticky mud. "There! Guess nobody's going to run off with a jug of mud —and it won't hurt the stones till we get a chance to look up the owner. He won't be hard to find—English duke minus a pint of first-class sparklers! Will you mind its setting in the cave after things are fixed up?" "No; not as it is." He nodded soberly. "All right, then. Now I'll go for the new flag staff. You might set out breakfast." She nodded in turn, and when he came back from the bamboos with the largest of the great canes on hia shoulder, his breakfast was waiting for him. She set it before him, and turned togo again to her sewing. "Hold on," ho said. "This won't do. You've got to eat your share." "I do not —I am not hungry." "That's no matter. Here!" He forced upon her a bowl of hot broth, and she drank it because she could not resist his rough kindness. He bolted the last of his meat, and at once left her alone to cry herself back to calmness over the stitching of the signal. His first concern was for the barri cade. As he had feared, he found that it had been blown to pieces. The greater part of the thorn branches which he had gathered with so much labor were scattered to the four cor ners of the earth. He stood staring at the wreckage in glum silence; but he did not swear, as he would have done the week before. Presently his face cleared, and he began to whistle In a plaintive minor key. He was thinking of how she had looked when she darted out of the tree at his call —of her concern for him. When he was so angered at Winthrope, she had called him Tom! After a time he started on, picking his way over the remnant of the bar ricade, without a falter in whis tling. The deluge of rtiin had poured down the cleft in a torrent, tearing away the root-matted soil and laying bare the ledges in the channel o* the spring rill But aßide from an occa- drained away. At the foot, about the swollen pool, was a wide stretch of rubbish and mud. He worked his way around the edge, and came out on the plain, where the sandy soil was all the firm er for its drenching. He swung away at a lively clip. The air was fresh and pure after the storm, and a slight breeze tempered the sun-rays. lie kept on along the cliff until he turned the point. It was not alto gether advisable to bathe at this time of day; but he had been caught out by the cyclone in a corner of the swamp, across the river, where the soil was of clay. Only his anxiety for Miss Leslie had enabled him to fight his way out of the all but impassable morass which the storm deluge had made of the half-dry swamp. At dawn he had reached the river, and swam across, reckless of the croco diles. The turbid water of the stream had rid him of only part of his accumulated slime and ooze. So now he washed out his tattered garments as well as he could without soap, and while they were drying on the sun scorched rocks, swam about in the clear, tonic sea-water, quite as reck less of the sharks as he had been of the ugly crocodiles in the river. For all this, he was back at the baobab before Miss Leslie had stitched up the last slit in the torn flag. She looked up at him, with a bravf attempt at a smile. "I am afraid I'm not much of 4 needle-woman," she sighed. "Look at those stitches!" "Don't fret. They'll hold all right, and that's what we want," he reaa sured her. "Give it me, now. I've got to get it up, and hurry back for a nap, No sleep last night—l was out beyond the river, in the swamp—and to-night I'll have togo on watch. The barri cade is down." "Oh, that is too bad! Couldn't I take a turn on watch?" Blake shook his head. "No; I'll sleep to-day, and work rebuilding the barricade to-night. Toward morning I might build up the fire, and take a nap." He caught up the flag and its new staff, and swung away through the cleft. He returned much sooner than Miss Leslie expected, and at once began to throw up a small lean-to of bamboos over a ledge at the cliff foot, behind the baobab. The girl thought he was making himself a hut, in place of the canopy under which he had slept be fore the storm, which, like Win thrope's, had been carried away. But when he stopped work, he laconically informed her that all she had to do to complete her new house was to dry some leaves. "But I thought it was for yourself!" she protested. "I will sleep inside the tree." "Doc Blake says no!" he rejoined— "not till it's dried out." She glanced at his fact, and replied, without a moment's hesitancy: "Very well. I will do what you think best." "That's good," he said, and went at once to lie down for his much needed Bleep. He awoke just soon enough before dark to see the results of her hard day's labor. All the provisions stored in the tree had been brought out to dry, and a great stack of fuel, ready for burning, was piled up against the baobab; while all about the tree the rubbish had been neatly gathered to gether in heaps. Blake looked his ad miration for her industry. But then his forehead wrinkled. "You oughtn't to ve done so much," he admonished. "I'll show you I can tote fair!" she rejoined. During the afternoon she had recalled to mind that odd expres sion of a southern girl chum, and had been waiting her opportunity to ban ter liim with it. He stared at her open-eyed, and laughed. "Say, Miss Jenny, you'd better look out. You'll be speaking American, first thing!" Thereupon, they fell to chatting like children out of school, each hap py to be able to forget for the moment that broken figure up on the cliff top and the haunting fear of what another day might bring to them. When they had eaten their meal, both with keen appetites, Blake sprang up, with a curt "Good-night!" and swung off down the cleft. The girl looked after him with a lingering ■mile. "I wish he hadn't rushed off so sud denly," she murmured. "I was Just going to thank him for—for every thing!" The color swept over her face in a deep blush, and she darted around to her tiny hut as though some one might have overheard her whisper. 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