The Mena weekly star., 1908-12-24
"At least I have something to show for them" she murmured.

for them, she mufmured-
 '.I beg pardon" said Winthrope Just look at my hands-like a serv- ants! And yet I am not nearly so ashamed of them as I would have fancied. It Is very amusing, but do YOU know. I actually feel proud that I have done something-somethi useful. l mean"
 Useful ?-I call it shocking. Miss Gen evieve. It is simply vile that people Of our breeding should be compelled to do such menial work. They write no end of romances about castways but fall to see the romance in scraping skins Indian fashion. as this fellow Blake calls it."
 q suppose, though, we should re- member how much MT. Blake is doing for us. and should try to make the best of the situation"
 Tt has no best. It is all beastly muddle," complained Winthrope, and he resumed his nervous scraping at the big leopard skin.
 The girl studied his face for mo- UeHt, anu onc hdu pcth trying so hard to forget
 He heard her leave. and called after, without looking up: Please remem- Der He said to cook some meat" She did not answer. Having satis- fled her thirst at the spring, she took one of the bamboo rods. with it's haggled blackening pieces of flesh, and re- turned to the fire. After some little experimenting, she contrived a way to support the rod beside the fire so that all the meat would roast without burn ing.
 At first, keen as was her hunger, she turned with disgust from the fab by sun-seared fiesh but as it began to roast, the odor restored her appetite 10 full vigor. Her mouth fairly wa tered It seemed as though Winthrope and Blake would never come. She heard their voices. and took the bam- boo spit from the fire for the meat to cool Still they failed to appear, and unable to wait longer. she began to eat, The cub meat proved far more tender than that of the old leopard She had helped herself to the second piece before the two men appeared. Hold on. Miss Jenny; fair play" sang out Blake. You've set to with. out footing the dinner-horn. l don't blame yoG, though. That smells mighty good"
 Both men caught at the hot meat  with eagerness, and Winthrop' promptly forgot all else in the anima pleasure of satisfying his hunger Blake, though no less hungry, oni' waited to All his mouth before inyes ugating the condition of the prospeS tive tree ladder. The result of tn attempt to burn the trunk dld no seem encouraging to the others aA Miss Leslie looked away, that her fac might not betray her, should he hay tn inkling of her neglect. She wa relieved by the cheerfulness of hi tone.
 Slow work, this fire business-sn Guess, though. it1l go faster this afte noon. The green wood Is killed and getting dried out Anyway, we've gC 70 keep at 1t till the tree goes ove This spring leopard won't last long the present rate of consumption, an we'll need the eggs to keep us goln tlll we get the hang of our bows.
 What is that smoke back there Interrupted Miss Leslie. Can 1t that the fire down the cleft has sprun up again2"
 No; it's your Immigration. You ns plenty of brush on hand. so ! heaVe Y into the hole and touched It o While it's burning out you can put tlme gathering ring grass and leave for bed"
 Would you and Mir Winthrop mind breaking on some bamboos t me?"
 What for?"
 Miss Leslie colored and hesitate l-l should like to divide off corn or the place with wall or screen.
 Wlnthrope tried to catch Blake eye' but the American was gazing Miss Leslie's embarrassed face with puzzled look. Her meaning dawh' upon him, and he hastened 70 repV
 All right, Miss Jenny. You el oulld your wall to suit yourself p tneFelI bp m hnri.,- oVnr it DnLl V