Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1906-02-08

held her away gingerly. Just so far
that he could look into her eyes
ooh, 1t is true, quite true" she cried.
drawing the locket from her neck.
Don't you recognize your own hand
writing, or were YOU not certain, just
then, that you really did love me:'
Dear, dear! How often would she re.
peat that wondrous phrase, Together
they bent over the tiny slips OF paper
There it was again, 81 love you," twice
hlazoned in magic symbols with
blushing eagcrness she told him how,
by mere accident, of course. she caught
sight Of her own name 1t was not
very wrong. was 1t. to pick up that
tiny scrap or those others. which she
could not help seeing and which un.
folded their simple tale so truthfullyi
Wrong II was so delightfully."- right
that he must kiss her again to empha
size his convictions.
They grew calucr. more sedatc. L,
was 80 undeniably true they loved one
another that the fact was becoming
venerable with age. Iris was perhaps
the first to recognize its quiet certain
ty.
"As I cannot get YOU to talk reason
ably" she protested. Il must appeal
TO your sympathy. l am hungry, and
oh, so thirsty"
The girl had hardly eaten morse
for her midday meal. Then she was
respondent, utterly broken hearted
Now she was filed with new hone
There was fresh motive in existence
Whether destined TO live an hour OF
half century she would never never
leave him. nor, of course. could he ever
ever leave her. Some things were
quite impossibe-for example, that
they should part.
Jerks brought her biscuit. tin OF
meat and that most doleful cup OF
champagne.
'It is not exactly frappc' he said
handing her the insipid beverage but
under other conditions, it is wine al
most worthy to toast you in"
She fancied she had never before no
tced what a charming smile he had.
Toast is a peculiarly suitable
word" she cried. II am simply fritz
She stopped For the first time since
that prehistoric period when she was
Miss Deane" and he mfr. jerks" she
remembered the manner OF her gar
ments.
1T is not the warm clothing YOU fee
SO much rs the want of air" explained
the sailor readily, This tarpaulin ha.
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must put up with it until shutdown. Il,
the way. what is that?'
\ light tap on the tarred canvas di
rectly over his head had caught his
ear. Iris. glad OF the diversion. told
him she had heard the noise three or
four times. but fancied it was caused
by the occasional rusting of the sheet
on tue uprights.
jerks had not allowed his attention
10 wander altogether from externa
events. Since the Dyaks' last escapadt
there was no sign of them in the val
ley or on either beach. Not for trivia
cause would they come again within
range of jerks rifle.
They waited and listened silently
in a different place, and they both con
Cured in the belief that something had
darted in curved flight over the ledg.
and fallen on top of their protectine
shield.
Let us see what the game is" ey
claimed the sailor He crept to the !
back of the ledge and drew himself ur
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He returned, carrying in his hand a
couple OF tiny arrows.
There are no less than seven o.
these things sticking in the canvas"
he said. They don't look very terri
Bile. l suppose that is what my Indian
friend meant by warning me against
the trees on the right"
He did not tell Iris all the Moham-
medan said. There was no need to
alarm her causelessly. Even while
they examined the curious little missile
anothe few up from the valley and
lodged on the roof of their shelter.
The shaft of the arrow made of some
extremely ha nd wood, was about ten |
inches in length. Affixed to it was a |
pOht'u isu Dpl', sudIp, DuC not bdrn- !
ed and not fastened in manner sug- |
Ees'ive Of much strength. The arrow
was neither feathered nor crooved for |
p bowstring. Altogether it seemed to |
be childish weapon to be used by |
mon equipped with lead and steel
Jerks could not understand the ap- !
pearance of this toy. Evidently tie |
Dyahs believed in its efficacy or they |
would not keep on pertinaciouSly drop |
ping an arrow on the ledge
How do they fire itf' asked Iris |
"Do they throw it,
Il will soon tell YOU" he replied, !
reaching for rifle.
DO not 90 ont yet" she eut1catoi !
hm. They cannot harm us. Perhaps
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