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[BY ROBERT AMEYfcENtiET«V 'YlLU<JTRA770M6 3Y RAY WALTERS »*> TOAYAICaT ttOX, BY A C Ct'Cil/BC *• CO. SYNOPSIS. CHAPTER 1. —'The story opens with the shipwreck of the steamer on which Miss Genevieve Leslie* an American heiress. Lord Winthrope. an Englishman, and Tom Blake, a brusque American, were passen gers. The three were tossed upon an un inhabited island and were the only ones not drowned. Blake recovered from a drunken stunor CHAPTER II -Blake, shunned on the boat, because of his roughness, became n hero as preservers of the helpless pair. The Englishman was suing for the hand of Miss Leslie. Blake started to swim back to the ship to recover vvl.at was left. CHAPTER ITT. Blake returned safely. Winthrope wasted his last match on a cigarette, for which lie was scored by Blake Their first meal was a dead fish. CHAPTER IV.—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. lie taunted Winthrope. CHAPTER V.—They entered the Jun gle. That night was passed roosting high I« a tret* CHAPTER VI.—The next morning they descended to the open again. All three constructed hats to shield themselves from the sun. They then feasted on cocoanuts, the only procurable food. Miss I.eslie showed a liking for Blake, but de tec'c.t his roughness CHAPTER VII.—Led by Blake ttiev es tablished a home in some dirts. Blake found a fresh water spring. CHAPTER VIII.—Miss I.eslie fared an unpleasant situation. They planned their campaign. CHAPTER IX. Blake recovered his surveyor's magnifying glass, thus insur ing fire. lie started a jungle tire, killing a large leopard and smothering several cubs. CHAPTER X — In tlie leopard’s cavern they built a small home. They gained the cliffs by burning the bottom of a tree until it fell against the heights. CHAPTER XI.—The trio secured eggs from the cliffs. Miss Leslie's W'hite skirt was decided upon us a signal. CHAPTER XII.—Miss Leslie made a dress from the leopard skin. Blake's ef forts to kill antelooes failed CHAPTER XIII.—Overhearing a con versation between Blake and Winthrope, Miss I.eslie became trt*htene.d. "No; it is not Unit!” broke in the girl. "He is right. Neither of us has the courage—even when he Is asleep.” "My dear Miss Genevieve, this beast instinct to kill—” "Yes; but think of him. If he is a beast, he is at least a brave one. While we—we haven’t the courage of rabbits. I thought you called yourself an English gentleman. Are you going to stand by, and not lift a finger?” "Really, now, Miss Genevieve, to murder a man—” "Self-defense is not a crime—self preservation. If you have a spark of manhood—” "My dear—” "For Heaven's sake, if you can’t do anything, at least keep still' Oh, I'm sure I shall go mad! If only I had been drowned!" "Ah, yes, to be sure. But really now, what you ask Is a good deal for a man to risk. The fellow might wake up and murder me! Should I take the risk, might I—er—expect some manifestation of your gratitude, Miss Genevieve?” ‘Of course! of course! I should al ways—” "I_ah—refer to the—the—bestowal of your hand.” "My hand? I— Would you bargain for my esteem? I thought you a gen tleman!" "To be sure—to be sure! Who says I am not? But all is fair in love and war, you know. Your choice is quite free. I take it, you will not consider his—er—proposals. But if you do not "Now, Don’t Get Mad. Worst Thing in the World for Malaria.” wish my aid. you have another way of escape—that is—at least other women have done it." The girl gazed at him, her eyes dilating with horror as she realized his meaning. “No, no; not that!” she gasped. "I want to live—I’ve a right to live! Why, I m only just 22—1—” "Hush!” cautioned Winthrope. ‘‘He’s coming back. Becalm! There will be time until I get over ibis vile malaria. It may be that lie himself will have the fever.” “He will not have the fever,” re plied the girl, in a hopeless tone, and she leaned back listlessly against the baobab, as Blake swung himself up, frowning and sullen, and flung his weapons from him ‘Hah!" he grumbled, ! told you that brute was a sneak. I've chased clean down to tin pool and into the open, and not a sirie!l of him. Must have Itiked off into »lie- tall graus the minute he heard me "If only he had gon< off <* r good!" murmured Miss Leslie. "Maybe he has: though you never can count on a sneak. I.von y* a might ho able to shoo him off m. x: ame; but, like as not. he'd con * i.iony when we were all out calling and * Sean out our commissary i'n*ss Ml sot to and run up a barricade down tin to where (lie gully is nanowest. There're sltoals of dead thorn-! rash to the tight of the pool "Ah, yes; 1 fancy the vultures will be so vexe d w hen th* > find your hedge in the way," remark*d Winihrope. "My! how smart we re getting!" re torted Iilake. Don't wotry. though We'll stow the stuff in Miss Jenny's boudoir, and 1 guess the birdies'll lie polite enough to keep out "I must say, Blake. I do not see why you should wish to drag u* away from here.” ‘‘There's lots of things you don't see, Win, my b'y—jokes, h r instance. Hut what could yet expect?—you’re English. Now. don't get mad. Worst thing in the world for malaria.” "One would fancy you could see that I am not angry I've a splitting headache, and my back hurts. I am ill.” IJlake looked him over critically, and nodded. “That's no lie, old man. You’re entitled to a hospital check all right. Miss Jenny, we'll appoint you chief nurse. Make him comfortable as you can, and give him hot broth when ever he’ll take it. You can do your Bewing on the side. Whenever you need help, call on ret I’m going to be gin that barricade.” CHAPTER XIV. Fever and Fire ana Fear. Y nightfall Wlnthrope was tossing and groaning on the bed of leaves which MIbs Leslie had heaped beneath his canopy. Though not delirious, his high tempera ture, coupled with be pains which racked every nerve and bone in his body, rendered him light-headed. He would catch himself up in Hie midst of some rambling nonsense 1o inquire atwciously whether he had said any thing silly or strange On being reas sured upon this, he would t<lax again, and, as likely as nol break into a babyish wail over his aches and pains. Blake shook his head when he learned that the attack had not been preceded by a chili. “Guess he’s in for a hot time,” he said. "There is more n one kind of malarial fever. Some are a whole lot like typhus.” “Typhus? What is that?” asked Miss Leslie. “Sort of rapid fire, double action typhoid. Not that 1 think Win's got it —only malaria. What gets me is that we’ve only been here these few days, and yet it looks like he’s got the con tinuous, no-chiil kind.” “Then you think he will be very ill?" "Well, 1 guess he'll think sc. Ii ought, to run out in a week or ten days, though. We’ve had good water, and it usually tah< s time for malaria to soak in deep. Now don’t worry. Miss Jenny. It’ll do him no good, and you a lot of harm. Take things easy as you can, for you've got to keep up your strength, if you don’t, you'll be down yourself before Win is up ’’ "111 while he Is helpless and un able— Oh, no; that cannot he! I must not give way to the fever until—■” "Don't worry. You'll likely etave It off for a couple of weeks 01 so. You’re lively yet, and that’s a good sign. I knew Win was In for it when he be gan to grouch and loaf and do the baby act. I haven’t, much use for dudes in general, and English dudes in particular; hut I'll admit that, while Win’s soft enough in spots, he's not. all mush and milk.’’ "Thank you, Mr. Hlake.” “You’re welcome. I couldn’t say less, seeing that Win can’t speak for himself. Now you tumble in and get a good sleep. I’ll go on as night nurse, and work at the barricade same time. You’re not going to do any night nursing. I can gather the thorn brush in the afternoons, and pile it up at night.” In the morning Miss Leslie found that Blake had built a substantial canopy over the invalid, in place of the first ramshackle structure. "It's best for him to be out In the air,” he explained; "so 1 fixed this up to keep off the dew. Cut whenever it rains, we'll have to tote him inside." "Ah, yes; to bo cure. How is he?" murmured the girl. “He's about the same this morning. But he got a little sleep. Keep him dosed with all the hot broth he’ll take. And say, roust me out at noon. I’ve had my breakfast. Now I'll have a snooze. So long!" He nodded, and crawled under the shade of the nearest bush, too drowsy to observe her look of dismay. At noon, having learned that Win thrope's condition showed little change, lllake ate a hearty meal, and at once set off down the cleft. He did not re appear until nightfall; though at In tervals Miss Leslie had heard his step as he came up the- ravine with his loads of thorn-brush. This course of action became the routine for the following ten days. It was broken only by throe Incidents, all relating to the important matter of food supply. Wlnthrope had soon tired of broth, and showed such an in satiable craving for eoeoanut milk that the stock on hand had become exhausted within the week. The day after, lllake took the rope ladder, as he called the tangle of knotted creepers, and went off towards the north end of the cleft. When ho returned, a little before dark, the lower part of his trousers was torn to shreds, and the palms of his hands were blistered and raw; but he carried a heavy load of cocoanuts. \fter a vain attempt to climb the giant palms on thi' f;ir side of the river, he had found another grove near at hand, in the little plain, and had succeeded In reaching the iops of two of the smaller palms. Under his directions, Miss Leslie clarified a howl of bird fat—goose grease Blake called it—and dressed ids bands. Yet even with the band ages which she made of soft inner bark and the handkerchiefs, lie was unable to handle iho thorn-brush the following day. Unfortunately for him, he was not content to sit idle. During the night he had cut a bamboo fishing pole and lengthened Miss Leslie's line of plaited cocoanut-fiber with a long catgut leader. In the afternoon he completed his outfit with a hairpin hook and a piece of half-dried meat. He was back an hour earlier than usual, and he brought with him a dozen or more fair-sized fish. His mouth was watering over the prospec tive feast, and Miss Leslie showed her self hardly less eager for a change from their monotonous diet. As the fish were already dressed, she raked up the coals and quickly contrived a grill of green bamboos. When the odor of the broiling fish spread about in the still air, even Wtn thrope sniffed and turned over, while Blake watched the crisping delicacies with a ravenous look. Unable to re strain himself, he caught up the smallest fish, half cooked, and bolted it down with such haste that he burnt his mouth. He ran over to the spring for a drink, and Winthrope cackled derisively. Miss Leslie was too absorbed in her cooking to observe the result of Blake's greediness. She had turned the fish for the last time, and was about to lift them off the fire, when Blake came running back, and sent grill and all flying with a violent kick ■'Salt!" he gasped—"where’s the salt? I'm poisoned!" “Poisoned?” “Poison fish! Don't eat! God! — Where's the salt?" The Kill stared at him. His agon) was so great that heads of sweat were rolling down his face, lie writhed, and stretched out a quivering hand—‘‘Salt quick! —warm water—salt! ” “But there's none left! You remem her, yesterday—” “God!” groaned Blake, and for a moment he sank down, overcome by a racking convulsion. Then his jaw closed like a bulldog's, and gritting ids teeth with the effort, he staggered tilt and rushed off down the cleft. “Stop! stop, Mr. Blake! Where are you going?” screamed the girl. She started to run after him, but was halted by an outburst of delirious laughter. Winthrope was sitting up right and waving ills fever-blotched hands—“Hi, hi! look at 'im run! 'E's got w’at'll do for 'im! Run, you swine; you—" «* There followed a torrent of cockney ohnoo ko foul that Miss Leslie blushed scarlet with shame as she sought to quiet him. But the excitement had so heightened ids fever that he was in a raving delirium. It was close upon midnight before ids temperature fell, and lie sank into a deatli-like torpor. In her Ignorance, she supposed that he had fallen asleep. Her relief was short-lived, for soon she remembered Blake. She could see him lying beside the poo] or out on tlie* bare plain, Ids resolute eyes cold and glassy, his powerful body contorted in the death agony. The vision filled her with dismay. With all his coarseness, j the man had showed himself so re j sourceful, so Indomitable, that when | she sought to dwell upon her reasons to fear him, she found herself admir ing his virile manliness. He might he ! a brute, but he did not belong among the jackals and hyenas. Indeed, as j she called to mind his strong face and J frank, blunt speech she all but disbe lieved what her own ears had heard. And anyway, without his aid, what should she do? Winthrope had already become as weak as a child. The emaciation of his jaundiced features was a mockery of their former plump ness. Blake had said that the fever might run on for another week, and that even if Winthrope recovered, he would probably be helpless for several days besides. What was no less serious, though she had concealed the fact from Blake, she herself had been troubled the past week with the depression and lassitude which had preceded Winthrope's at tack. If Blake was dead, and she should fall ill before Winthrope recov ered, they would both die from lack of care. And if they did not die of the fever, what of their future, here on this desolate savage coast? But the very keenness of her mental anguish so exhausted and numbed the girl's braiu that she at last fell into a heavy sleep. The fire burned low. and shadow-} forms began to creep from behind the bamboos and the trees and rocks down the gorge. There was no sound; but greedy, wolfish eyes gleamed in the starlight. Only the dii.\ before Blake had lohl Miss Leslie to store tlie last rack of cured meat Inside the baobab. The two sleepers lay between the Arc and the entrance to the hollow. Slowly the embers of the Arc died away Into gray ashes, and slowly the night prowlers drew nearer. The boldest of the pack crept close to Miss Leslie, and, with teeth hared and hack bristling, sniffed at the edge of her skirt. Whether because of her heavy hrcathlng nr the odor of the leopard skin, the beast drew away, with an uneasy whine. There was a pause; then, backed by three others, the leader approached Winthrope He was still lying In the deathlike torpor, and he lacked the protection which, in all likelihood, the leopard skin had given Miss Leslie. The eowardl} brutes took him for dead or dying. They sniffed al him from head to foot, and then, with n ferocious outburst of snarls and yells, Aung themselves upon hl,m. Mad it not chanced that Winthrope was l}lng upon his side, w ith one arm thrown up. he would have been fatally wounded by the (list slashing bites of his assailants. The two which sought to tear him were baffled by the thick folds of Blake's coal, while their lead er's slash at the victim's throat was barred by the upraised arm. With a savage snap, the beast's jaws closed on the arm. biting through to the bone. At the same instant the fourth jackal tore ravenously at one of the out stretched legs. With a shriek of agony, Winthrope started up from ids torpor, and struck out frantically in a fury of pain and terror. Startled by the violence of this unexpected resistance, the Jack als leaped back—only to spring in again as the remainder of the pack made a rush to forestall them. Winthrope was staggering to his feet, when the foremost brute leaped upon him. lie fell heavily against one of the main supports of his bam boo canopy, and the entire structure came down with a crash. Two of the jackals, caught beneath the roof, howled with fear as they sought to free themselves, 'file others, with brute dread of an unknown danger, drew away, snarling and gnashing their teeth. Wakened by the first ferocious yelps of Winthrope's assailants, Miss Leslie had started up and stared about in the darkness On all sides she could see pairs of fiery eyes and dim forms like tlie phantom creatures of a nightmare, Winthrope's shriek, instead of spur ring her to action, only confused her the more and benumbed her faculties. She thought it was ids death cry, and stood trembling, transfixed with horror. Then came the fall of the canopy. Ills cries as lie sought to throw it off The Girl Was More Frantic. showed that lie was still alivr*. In a flash her bewilderment vanished. The stagnant blood surged again through her arteries in a fiery, stimulating lor rent. With a cry, to which primeval instinct t nt a menacing note, she groped b* r way to the fallen canopy am! 'e n'eii to lift up one side t ,.ntinin"l next week. LEFT OH HER DOORSTEP FOR THIS MOTHER Mrs. A G Tuson, of JJvermore, Cal., writes: "I picked up from my door step one day a little book in which I soon became very much interested. My little girl of five years of age had been troubled for a long tiino with lose of appetite, extreme nervousness and undue fatigue. She was all run down and in a very delicate condition. “This little book was very compre hensively written, and told of the new method of extracting the medicinal ele ments of the cods liver from the oil, eliminating the obnoxious oil which Is so hard for children to take. “ ‘Just the thing,’ said 1, ‘for my little daughter,’ and I immediately went for a bottle of Vinol. it helped her won derfully. She has gained rapidly in flesh and strength, and she does not take cold half so easily. “I am extremely grateful for the good It has done her, and I hope other mothers who have weak, delicate or ailing children will he benefited by my experience and just give Vinol a trial.’’ A. G. WANNER, Falls City, Neb. Public Sale I laving solil my farm anil decided to quit farming' and move to town, I will sell at Public Sale, 3% miles northwest of Salem and s miles southeast ol Dawson, the following’ described property, on Tuesday, Feb. 16th 9 HORSES AND MULES 9 One span gray mares, 5 years old. wt. about 1<>00 each both bred; one sorrel mare, '> years old, wt. 1250; family mare, with loal a fine driver; one brown horse, wt. 1250; one roan mare 10 years old, wt 1075 family mare, works any place; one suckling colt, extra good; one horse colt, 2 years old; one mule colt, 1 year old; one suckling mule colt. 20 HEAD OF CATTLE 20 Five milch cows, all good, four of them just fresh; three year ling heifers, all bred; five good steer calves; three heifer calves; four little calves; two milch cows; three yearling steers; one yearling lnifer and a steer calf. IMPLEMENTS 11111' Docring binder, press drill, riding lister, single row corn drill, rid ing cultivator, double row walking cultivator, Curler disc harrow, one lb-foot harrow, bay l ake, mower, end-gate seeder, lb-in. riding plow, 14 in. walking plow, Harrison wagon, low wagon, with rack on carriage good as new; top buggy, cistern pump, two sets work harness, set of double driving harness, set single harness, two sets heavy lly nets, sad dle and liridld good as new; two barrels with hogwaterers, grindstone, iron kettle, lard press, DeLavel cream separator, 20-foot ladder, loO bu, oats, lio bu. spelts, single-row disc monitor, alfalfa hay in barn, etc. TERMS OF SALE All sums of $10 and under, cash. On all sums over $10 a credit of 8 months will be given without interest, if paid when due; if not, to draw 10 per cent interest from date. 3 per ct. off for cash. HENRY SANDROCK ROY KISTNER, Auctioneer LUNCH ON GROUNDS RAY HUSTON, Clerk You Can Make No Mistake in Buying a “SIRE HATCH” INCUBATOR AND BROODER Come in and let us show you how they work. The way the are heated is their strongest point—it is perfect. J. C. TANNER a Falls City Nebraska Plumbing Hardware ^copyright DENTAL THERAPEUTICS is the foundation of nil superior denta. work, and relates to the treatment of dis eases of the teeth and gums, their cure and preparation of the roots and nerves for the reception of fillings, crowns or bridge work. Such preparatory work must ne carefully and skillfully done, cr the finish workwill be worthless. In this respect Dr. Yutzy lias a wide reputa tion,and ail work entrusted to his care re ceives the closest attention. DR. YUTZY BERT WINKLE, I). I). S., Assistant ('alls City, Nebraska The Falls City Roller Mills Does a general milling business, anti manufactures the following brands of flour SUNFLOWER MAGNOLIA CROWN The above brands are guaranteed to be of the highest pos sible quality. We also manufacture all mill products and conduct a general Grain, Live Stock and Coal Business and solicit a share of your patronage P. S. Heacock & Son Falls City, Nebr. Think About Your Boy; 'MR. FARMER By the time your boy grows up and becomes old enough lo take.up in his own name one of the new Government Irri gated farms in the Big Horn B»sin it will be too late for him to get one. Will yon let his chance go by? Is this fair to the box? What will he think of your foresight when he seeks for land and finds out that you neglected to take in 1909, almost as a gift, an Uncle San. Irrigated Farm that in 1919 will cort him $150 per acre? < if course, if he has the price, all right, but what if he has not? Only $27.50 Round Trip After March 1st. 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