The Falls City tribune., 1908-12-11
SYNOPSIS.

Genevieve Leslie. an American heiress.
Lord Winthrope. an Englishman, and Tom
Blake, a brusque American. were passen-
gers. The three were tossed upon an I'M
inhabited island and We're the only ones
not drowned. Blake recovered from a
drunken stunor
CHAPTER U.-Blake. stunned on the
boat. because Of his roughness. became
q hero as preservers of the helpless pair.
me Englishman WAS suing for the hand
Of Miss Leslie. Blake started to swim
left.
Looks like a mast SUCKING up our
there, Maybe some of the rigging is
loose"
But the sharks, These waters
swarm with the vile creatures. You
must not risk your life!"
cause why? If | do, the babes in
lie woods will be left without even
the robins to cover them, poor things!
But cheer up.-maybe the mud-hens
VII do it with lovely waterlilies."
Please, Mr.. Blake. do not be SO
~cruel!" sobbed Miss Leslie, her tears
starting afresh. The sun makes my
head ache dreadfully, and l have no
hat or shade, and I'm becoming SO
thirsty!"
And you think you've only to wait,
Il half a dozen stewards will come
running with parasols and ice water.
Neither you nor WINTHROP seem to
We got your eyes open. Just suppose
you get busy and do something. Win
thrope, chase yourself over the mud,
and get together a mess of fish hat
aIe not too dead. Must be dozens, aft
the blow. AS for you, Miss Jenny, |
guess you can pick up some reeds and
rig a headgear out of this handker-
chief Wait a moment. Put on my
coat, if you don't want to be broiled
alive through the holes of that peek-a-
boo"
But l say, Blake" began Win
thrope.
Don't say-do!" rejoined Blake;
aud he started down the muddy shore.
Though the tide was at flood, there
was now no cyclone to drive the sea
above the beach, and Blake walked a
quarter Of a mile before he reached
the waters edge. There was little
surf, and he paused only a few mo-
ments to peer out across the low
sWells before he commenced to strip.
Winthrope and Miss Leslie had been
watching his movements; now the
sill rose in a little furry of haste,
and set to gathering reeds. Winthrope
would have spoken, but, seeing her
embarrassment, smiled to himself, and
hegan strolling about in search of fish.
It was no difficult search. The
marshy ground was strewn with dead
~sea-creatures, many of which were al
ready shriveling and drying in the
sun. Some of the fish had a familiar
look, and Winthrope turned them over
with the tip of his shoe. He even
went so far as to stoop to pick up a
large mullet; but shrank back, re-
pulsed by it's stiffness and the unnat-
ural shape into which the sun was
~arping it.
He found himself near the beach,
and stood for half an hour or more
watching the black dot far out in the
waterfall that was to be seen of
Blake. The American, after wading
of-shore another quarter of a mile,
had reached swimming depth, and was
heading out among the reefs with
steady, vigorous strokes. Half a mile
or so beyond him Winthrope could
new make out the goal for which he
WAS aiming-the one remaining top
mast of the steamer.
BY Jove, these waters are full of
snarks!" murmured Winthrope, star.
ing at the steadily receding dot until
II disappeared behind the wall of surf
which spumed up over one of the outer
reefs.
A call from Miss Leslie interrupted
his watch, and he fastened to rejoin
her. After several failures, she had
contrived to knot Blake's handkerchief
to three or four reeds in the form of a
little sunshade. Her shoulders were
protected by Blake's coat. 1t made a
heavy wrap, but it shut out the bis
tering sun rays, which, as Blake had
~toIeseen, had quickly begun to burn
the girls delicate skin through her
open-work bodice.
Thus protected, she was fairly safe
from the sun. But the sun vas by no
means the worst feature of the situa-
1JQn. Wnlle NlHtHTOpe WdS yet SefCIAi
yards distant, the girl began to COM
plain t him. I'm so thirsty, Mr..
Winthrope! Where is there any wa
ter? Please get me d drink at once,
M. Winthrope!"
But, my dear Miss Leslie, there is
no water. These pools are all sea
water. I must say, I'm deuced dry
myself. l can't see why that cad
should go off and leave us like this,
when we need him most"
Indeed, it is a shame-Oh, I'm so
thirsty! Do you think it would help
u we ate something"
Make it all the worse. Besides,
how could We cook anything? All
these reeds are green, or at least wa
t~eT-soaked."
But Mr.. Blake said to gather some
fish. Had you not best"