The newspaper., 1909-09-10
meat had been blown away, and so
had the antelope and hyena skins.

CatcnlnS sight OF Dill Oh WHnsc
down among the bamboos, she went to
II, and was not little surprised to
see the tattered remnant of her duck
SKIRT 1t haa evidently been torn from
the signal staff by he fi,si gust of the
cyclone. whirled down into the cleft
by some flaw or eddy in the wind, and
wadded so tightly into the heart of the
thick clump of stems that all the fury
of the storm had failed to dislodSe
1t. Its recovery seemed to the girl a
special providence; for Of course they
must keep up signal on the cliff.
Having started her fire and set on
stew. she hunted out her sewing ma
terials from their crevice in the cave
and began mending the slits In the
torn flag. While she worked she sat
on a shaded ledge, her bare feet toast
ing In the sun, and her soggy. mud
smeared moccasins drying within
reach. When Blake appeared, the
moccasins were still where she had
first set them. but the little pink feet
were safely tucked up beneath the
tattered flag. Fortunately, the sight
of the white cloth prevented Blake
from noticing the moccasins.
"Hello," he exclaimed. What's
hat?-the flag? Say. that's luck,
I'll break out a bamboo right OFF. Old
staff'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
cliff"
Best place l could think OF. No
animals-and ! piled stones over
But. say. look here"
He drew out a piece of wadded
cloth. marked of 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-h-h," cried Miss Leslie. as he
held the glittering gem out to her In
his rough palm.
He drew IL back and carefully thrust
it again into its pocket.
That's one" he said. There's an
other in every square OF this innocent.
harmless rag-doZens Of them. He
must have made clean sweep of the
duke's-or. more like. the duchess
jewels. Now. II you please. ! want
you to sew this up tigl:t again. and
Il cannot-I cannot touch it," she
cried.
Say. didn't mean to 1t was con
founded stupid OF me" mumbled
Blake. Won't you excuse me-"
"Of course, II was only the-the
thought that"
NO wonder. always am = fool
when it comes TO ladies. I'll fix the
thing all right"
Catching up the nearest small pot.
he crammed the quilted cloth down
within IT, and filled 1t TO the brim with
sticky mud.
There, Guess nobody's going to
run off with jug OF midland 1t
won't hurt the stones till we get
chance to look up the owner. He
won't be hard to find-English duke
minus a pint of first-class sparklers'
VIII you mind its setting in the cave
after things are fixed up"
NO; not as II is"
He nodded soberly All right.
then. Now I'll go for the new flag
staff You might set out breakfast.
She nodded in turn. and when he
came back from the bamboos with the
largest of the great canes on his
shoulder. his breakfast was waiting
for him. She set II before him. and
turned 10 go again to her sewing.
Hold on" he said. This won't do.
You've got to eat your share"
Il do not-I am not hungry"
That's no matter. Here,"
He forced upon her a bowl OF hot
broth. and she drank It because she
could not resist his rough kindness.
Good, Now a piece OF meat" he
said
please, Mr.. Blakel" 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 swallow. The
tears gushed into her eyes. and she
began to weep.
Blake's close-set lips relaxed. and
he nodded
That's IL; let 1t run out. You're
overwrought There's nothing like a
good cry to ease OF a woman's nerves
and ] guess ladies aren't much diff
ferent from women when It comes to