Charlevoix county herald. (East Jordan, Mich.) 189?-1953, 1909-08-21

ern they built a small home They gained
the Gins by burning the bottom OF
tree until IL fell against the heights.
CHAPTER X.-Continued.
The hot ashes few up in her face
and powdered her hair with their gray
dust; yet she persisted. blowing stead
lily until a shred of bark caught the
sparks and fared up in a tiny flame
A little more, and she had strong
fire blazing against the tree trunk
She rested short time, relaxing
both mentally and physically in the
satisfying consciousness that Blake
never should know how near she had
come to falling in her trust
Soon she became aware of a keen
feeling of thirst and hunger. She
rose, piled a fresh supply of sticks on
the fire, and fastened back through
the cleft toward the spring. Around
the baobab she came upon Winthrope,
working in the shade of the great tree.
The three leopard skins had been
stretched upon bamboo frames, and
che was resignedly scraping at their
inner surfaces with smooth-edged
closely at the operation.
Where is-he?" she asked
WINTHROP motioned down the
cleft.
Il hope he hasn't gone far. I'm half
famished. Aren't you?"
Really, Miss Genevieve, 1t is odd.
you know. Not An hour since, the
very thought OF food"
And now you're as hungry as am.
oh, do wish he had not gone OF just
at the wrong ume!"
"He went to take a dip in the sea-
You know, he got so messed up over
the nastiest part OF the work, which
l positively refused to do"
What's that beyond the bamboos?
There's something alive!"
Pray, don't be alarmed. II is-er-
it's all right, Miss Genevieve, l as
sure you"
n But what is it? Such queer noises,
And l see something alive!"
only the vlutures, II you must
know. Nothing else, assure you"
oh"
1T Ia all out OF sight from the
spring. You are not TO go around
the bamboos until the-that is, not
today"
did Mr.. Blake say that"
why, yes-to be sure. He also said
to tell you that the outlets were on the
top shelf"
You mean"
His way OF ordering you to cook
our dinner. Really, Miss Genevieve,
should be pleased to take your place,
but l have been told to keep to this.
1t is hard to take orders from low
fellow-very hard for gentleman,
you know"
Miss Leslie gazed at her shapely
hands. Three days since she could not
have conceived of their being so rough
and scratched and dirty. Yet her dis
gust at their condition was not en-.
eeely unqualified.
'At least l have something to show
for them" she murmured.
IT beg pardon" said Winthrope.
Just look at my hands-like a serv-
ants! And yet ] am not nearly so
ashamed of them as l would have
fancied. 1t is very amusing, but do
you know, l actually feel proud that
I have done mething-something
useful, mean"
"Useful?-Icalli II shocking, Miss Gen
evieve. 1t is simply vile that people of
our breeding should be compelled to
do such mental work. They write no
end OF romances about casiways; but
fail to see the romance in scraping
skins Indian fashion. as this fellow
Blake calls It,"
Il suppose, though. we should re-
member how much Mr.. Blake Is doing
Tor us, and should try to make the
Est of the situation"
1T has no best, II Is all a beastly
muddle," complained Winthrope, and
he resumed his nervous scraping at
the big leopard skin.
The girl studied his face for a mo-
ment, and turned away. She had been
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 salts
fed her thirst at the spring, she took
one OF the bamboo rods, with It's haggled
blackoning pieces of flesh. and re-