[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
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AND BROODER
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J. C. TANNER
a
Falls City Nebraska
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