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"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.
Yet, after all, she had said nothing;
or, at least, she had merely sail
"everything."
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
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