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SYNOPSIS. CH \ PTER 1 T1 ' : opens with the shipwreck of the steam, r on which Miss Oenevieve Leslie, an American heiress. 1 -ord Winthrope, an Englishman, and Toni Blake, a brusque American. w* re 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 f» hero as preservers of the helpless pair. The Englishman was suing for the hand < f Miss Leslie. Blake started to swim bark to the ship to recover what was left. CHAPTER ITT.—Blake returned safely. Winthrope wasted his last match on a cigarette, for which lie was scored by Via h e Their first meal was a dead fish. CHAPTER IV.—The trio started a ten n ile hike for higher land. Thirst at tacked them. Blake was compelled to carry Miss Leslie on account of weari ness He taunted Winthrope. CHAPTER V.—They entered the jun- j f* e. That night was passed roosting high f* a tree CHAPTER VI —The next morning they ! <h sconded to the open again. All three j constructed hats to shield themselves from the sun. They then feasted on * ocoanuts, the only procurable food. Miss 1 eslie allowed a liking for Blake, but de his rouehness HAPTER VII.—I.eel by Blake th<£.,f|S» 1: blished 11 home In sonn t-lilts. Blake found a fresh water sprint. CITXPTER VIII.— Miss Leslie fared an unpleasant situation. They planned their < umnalirn. ■"HAPTER IX P.lake recovered bis .urvevor's magnifying glass, thus lnsur- , 1t g fire, lie started a jungle tire, killing i, large leopard and smothering several cubs. CHATTER X.—In the leopard's cavern f.ev built a small home. They gained the' eliffs by burning the bottom of a lire until It fell against the heights. CHAPTER XT.—The trio secured eggs i'om the eliffs. Miss Leslie's white skirt v, as decided upon as a signal. CHAPTER XII.—Miss I,eslie made a ■ ess from Ihe leopard skin. Blake's ef tirts to kill antelopes failed • 'HAPTER XIII.—Overhearing a con tention between Blake and XVlnthrope. .Miss t.eslie became frightened. 'HAPTER XIV—Blake was poisoned Pv a fish. Jackals attacked the ramp (i at night, but were driven off by Gene , .ve. Blake returned, after nearly dy 1 ( a ’HAPTER XV.—Blake constructed an 4ii.’imal trap. It killed a hyena. •HAPTER XVI — On a tour the trio dis covered honey and oysters. 'HAPTER XVII.—Miss Leslie was at ti . ked by a poisonous snake. Blake I lied it and saved its poison to kill game. 'HAPTER XVI1L—For the seeond time v inthrope was attacked by fever. He i, r <1 Blake disagreed. 'HAPTER XIX.—Blake made a strong ..1 for the private compartment of Miss i elite's cave-home. A terrible storm u.ged tliat niglit. Winthrope stole Into • cr room, but slie managed to swing her inr closed in time. 'HAPTER XX Winthrope, badly i lo I't, died the following morning. CHAPTER XXI. Wreckage and Salvage. - —'V'm BL the wood in the cleft / ^ was sodden from the fierce J.JHk downpour that, had accom 1 anted the cyclone; all the cleft hot turn other than the bare ledges was ■ bed of mud; everything without the t ee-cave bad been either blown away or heaped with broken boughs and n.ud-spattered rubbish. But the girl fad far too much to think about to Bel any concern over the mere dam pe and destruction of things, it was rather a relief to find something that sailed for work. Xot being able to find dry fuel she gathered a quantity of the least sod t • n of the twigs and branches and - (tread them out on a ledge in the ear sunshine. While her firewood “as drying she scraped away tlie mud • nd litter heaped upon Iter rude hearth. She then began a search for < st articles. When she dug out the pottery ware she found her favorite pot and one of the platters in 1 agments. The drying frames for the n eat had been blown away, and so t.ad the antelope and hyena skins. Catching sight of a bit of white i own among the bamboos, she went to t, and was not a little surprised to fee the tattered remnant of her duck -tiirt. It had evidently been torn from •ie signal staff by the first gust of the yelone, whirled down into the cleft t y some flaw or eddy in the wind, and •added so tightly into the heart of the •nick clump of stems that all the fury < f the storm had failed to dislodge r. Its recovery seemed to ihe girl a tpecial providence; for of course they r.ust keep up a signal on the cliff. Having started her fire and set on a < tew, she hunted out her sewing ma terials from their crevice in Ihe cave nd began mending the slits in the ' orn flag. While she worked she sat mi a shaded ledge, her bare feet toast ing in the sun, and her soggy, mud •meared moccasins drying within each. When Blake appeared, the moccasins were still where she had *‘.rst set them, but the little pink feet ■were safely tucked up beneath the attered flag. Fortunately, the sight f the white cloth prevented Blake 'rom noticing the moccasins. “Hello!” lie exclaimed. “What’s hat?—the flag? Say, that’s luck! II break out a bamboo right off. Old - taff’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 lift?” “Best place I could think of. Xo animals—and I piled stones over—• But, 1 say. look here.” He drew out a piece of wadded cloth, marked off into little squares by crossing lines of stitches. One of 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-li-h!” cried Miss Leslie, as lie Hel«l flie glittering gem out to iter in ltis rough palm. . He drew it back ami carefully thrust it again into its pocket. "That's one," lie 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, 1 want you to sew this up tight again, and—" "I cannot—l 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 foot when it comes to ladles. I’ll fix the thing all right.” Catching up the nearest small pot, he crammed the quilted cloth down within it, and tilled 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 he 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 nodued soberly. All rignr, then. Now I'll go for the new flag staff You might set out breakfast." She nodded in turn, and when be came back from the bamboos with the largest of the great canes on his shoulder, bis breakfast was waiting for him. She set it before him, and turned to go again 1o her sewing. “Hold on,” he said. “This won’t do. You’ve got to eat your share.” “i do not—T am not hungry.” “That’s no matter. Here!” He forced upon her a bowl of hot broth, and she drank it because she cottld not resist his rough kindness. “Good! Now a piece of meat,” he said. Please, Mr1. Blake!” she protested. “Yes, you must!” She took a bite, and sought to eat; but there was such a lump in her throat that she could not swultew. The rears gushed into her eyes, and she began to weep. Blake's close-set lips relaxed, and he nodded. “That’s it; let it run out. You’re overwrought. There’s nothing like a good cry to ease off a woman’s nerves —and r-guess ladies aren't much dif ferent from women when it comes to such things.” “But I—I want to get the flag mend ed!” she sobbed. “All right, all tight; plenty of time!” he soothed. "I’m going to see how things look down the cleft.” He bolted the last of his meat, and at once left her alone to cry herself back lo calmness over the stitching of the signal. llis first concern was for the barri cade, As lie 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 tlie four cor ners of the earth, lie stood staring at the wreckage in glum silence; hut he did not swear, as he would have done the week before. Presently his face cleared, and be began to whistle in a plaintive minor key. He was thinking of how site had looked when she darted out of the tree at his call —of her concern for him. When lie was so angered at Winthrope, she bad called him Tom'. After a time lie started on, picking liis way over the remnant of the bar ricade, without a falter in his whis tling. Tlie deluge of rain had poured down the cleft in a torrent, tearing away the root matted soil and laying bare the ledges in the channel of the spring rill. But aside from an occa sional boggy hole, the water had drained aw’ay. 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. He kept on along the cliff until lie turned the point. It was not alto gether advisable to bathe at this time of day; hut 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 LesJ'e had enabled him to fight his way out of the all hut 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 j m- wiisu u* win v,* .. as well as he conhl without soap, and while thev were drying on the suit scotched 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 we.s back at the ] baobab before Miss Leslie hud , stitched nit the lust .-lit in the torn ; flag. -ihe looked tin tit him with a brave * attempt at a smile. "I am afraid I’m not much of a needle-woman," she sighed. "Look at those stitches!" "Don't fret. They'll hold all right. [ and that's what we want," he rens : surod her. "Clive it me, now. I’ve got I to gel it up, and hurry back for a nap. j Xo sleep last night I was out beyond I the river, in tlte swamp—and to night I'll have to go on watch. The barri cade is down." "Oh, that is too bad! Couldn't 1 take a turn on watch?" Blake shook his head. "Xo; I'll 1 sleep to-day, and work rebuilding the | barricade to-night. Toward morning j ! I might build up the tire, and take a . nap-" He caught tti> the Hag and its new I staff, and swung away through the | cleft. 1 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 tlte cliff foot, behind the baobab The girl thought he was i making himself a hut. in place of the j canopy under which he had slept be fore flu* storm, which, like Win thrope’s, had been carried away. But when he stopped work, he laconically informed her that all site had to do to complete her new house was to dry some leaves. • 'But I thought it was for yourself!” site protested. 1 will sleep inside the tree.” “Doc Blake says no!" he rejoined— "not till it's dried out.” Site glanced at his fact, and replied, without a moment's hesitancy: "Very well. 1 will do what you think best.” "That's good,” lie said, and went at once to lie down for his much needed sleep. 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 tlte rubbish had been neatly gathered to gether in heaps. Blake looked Ills ad “I Wish He Hadn't Rushed Off So Sud : denly.” miration for her industry. Hut 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 hau ler him with it. He stared at her open-eyed, and laughed. "Say. Miss .Jenny, you'd better look out. You'll he 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 am) 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 "Goodnight!'' and swung off down the cleft. The girl looked after him with a lingering smile. "1 wish he hadn't rushed off so sud denly.' she murmured. I was just going to thank hjtn for—for every thing’” The color swept over iter face in a deep blush, and she darted around to her tiny hut as though some one might have overheard iter whisper. Yet. after all, she had said nothing; or. at least, she had merely said "everything." CHAPTER XXII. Understanding and Misunderstanding the morning site found WA lr* Blake scraping energetical-1 ]y at the inner surfaces ot a pair of raw hyena skins. “So you’ve killed more game!” she exclaimed. ‘Game? No; hyenas. I hated to waste good poison on the brutes; hut! J'.lll \J t | '14 ' i HUM I ». "Was it not dangerous great beasts like these"" Not even enough to make It inter esting. I'd have hail some fun. though, with that confounded Hon when the moon came up if he hadn’t sneaked off into the gnlss," "A lion?” ' Yes. Didn't you hear him? The skulking brute prowled around for hours before the moon rose, when it was pitch dark. It was mighty lone some, with him yowling down by the pool. Half a chance and I'd given hint something to yowl about. But it wasn't any use firing off my arrows In flic dark, and, as 1 said, be sneaked off before—" "Tom -Mr. Blake]—you must not risk your life!" "Don't you worry about me. I’ve learned how to look out for Tom Blake. And you can just bank on It I’m going to look out for Miss Jenny Leslie, too! But say, after breakfast, suppose we take a run out on the eliff for eggs?" "I ibi not wish any today, (hank you." He waited a little, studying hef down-bent face. "Well," he muttered; "you don't have to come. I know I oughtn't to take a moment's time. I did quite a bit last night; but if you think—" She glanced up, puzzled. His moan ing tin bed upon her, and she rose, "t)b, not that! I will come," she answered, and hastened to prepare the morning meal. ^ When they came to the tree ladder she found that the heap of stones built up by Blake to facilitate the first part of the ascent was now so high that she could climb into the branches without difficulty. She surmised that Blake bad found it necessary to build up the pile before lie could ascend with bis burden. They were at the foot of the heap, when, with a sharp exclamation, Blake sprang up Into the branches and scrambled to the top iti hot baste. Wondering what this might mean. Miss Leslie followed as fast as she could. When she reached the top she saw him running across towards an out jutting point on the north edge of the cliff. nilt? null muiini nm;i mm iui muin Ilian half the distance before she per ceived the vultures that were gath ered in a solemn circle about a long and narrow heap of stones on a ledge down on the sloping brink of the cliff While at the foot of the tree Blake had seen one of the grewgome flock descending to join (lie other, and, fearful of what might he happening, had rushed on ahead. At his approach, the croaking watch ers hopped awkwardly from the ledges and soared away; only to wheel and circle bark overhead. Miss l^slle shrank down, shuddering. Blake came hack near her, and began to gather up the pieces of loose rock which were strewn about beneath the ledges on that part of the cliff. ‘1 know 1 piled tip enough," he ex plained, in response to her look. "All the same, a few more will do no harm." "Then you ate sure those awful birds have not—” "Yes, I'm sure.” He carried an armful of roeks to hi\ ou the mound. When lie began to gather more she followed his ex ample They worked in silence, idling (lie rough siuhes g*-ull> one upon au oth'-r, until the cairn ltad grown to twice its former si/,.*. The air on the open cliff top was fresher than in the cleft, and Miss Leslie gave little heed to the absence of shade. She would have worked on under tin* burning sun without thought of consequences. But. Blake I new Hu* need of modera tion. "There; that 11 do, he said lie may have been—-all lie was; but we’ve no more Ilian done our duty. Now, we'll stroll out on the point." ‘ I should prefer to return." “So doubt. Hut it's time you learned how to go nesting. What, if you should he left alone here? Be sides, it looks to me like the signal is tearing loose." Hite accompanied him out along the cliff crest until they stood in tlie midst of the bird colony, half deafened by their harsh clamor. She had never ventured into their concourse when alone. Even now she cried out, and would have retreated before the charp bills and beating wings had not Blake walked ahead and kicked the squawk ing birds out of the path. Having made certain that the big white ting was still secure on its staff lie led the way along the seaward brink of the cliff, pointing out the different kinds of seafowl and shouting information about such of their habits and quali ties as were of concern to hungry cast aways. He concluded the lesson by descend ing a dizzy flight of ledges to rob the nest of a frigate bird. It was a fool hardy feat at best, and doubly so in view of the thousands of eggs lying all around in tlie hollows of the cliff top. But from these Blake hud re cently culled out all the fresh settings of the frigate birds and none of the other eggs equaled them in delicacy of flavor. "How's that?" he demauded, as he drew himself up over the edge of the cliff aud handed the big chalky-white egg into her keeping. "1 would rather go without than see you take such risks,” she replied, coldly. "You would, eh?” he cried, quite misunderstanding her, and angered by what seemed to him a gratuitous re buff. "Well, I'd rather you’d say nothing titan speak in that tone. If you don't want the egg heave it over.” Enable to conceive any cause for his sudden aimer, she was alarmed Continued on Seventh page You Can Make No Mistake in Buying a “SURE HATCH” INCUBATOR AND BROODER N ■ ,'omr in and let us show you how they work. 1 he way j .hr are heated is their strongest point — it is perfect. J. C. TANNER Falls City Nebraska Plumbing r:r,r.:.vr,:X" Hardware : A LOT of LOAFERS w These mn\ be found in almost every community. They are men * who seem to have time for everything but earning a living. They are not producers and add nothing to tlie value of property. As they never have any business with a hank they do not interest us. There * is. however, a lot of loafers in this community lit whom we are in ti tercsted. M tn\ of them bear the legend “In Clod VVe Trust .They it are hidden in out of-thc way places, pork barrel*, old socks, bed w ticks, tin cans, etc. They are earning nothing for their owners, nor are they of the slightest benefit to the community. Thei't are * enough of these loafers in this community to run a hank if put to ^ work No farmer would keep a hired man around who did not work, li and il alt his hens stopped laying eggs and the cows refilled to give it anv more milk, they would tie “turned oil.' Let s get these dollar .. loafers busv. The best place to start them in is at this hank. The owners nmv rest assured they will he safe incur hands, hut they will * he put to work at once. 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