The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1909-01-14
BY Evening She Had Her Tree-Cave
in a HabitabIe Condition
the nastiest part of the work. viii.

the nastiest part of the work, which
| positively refused to do"
Whats that beyond The bamboos?
There's something alive"
Pray, don't be alarmed 1t is-er-
it's all right, Miss Genevieve, I as
cure you"
But what is it? Such queer noises,
and l see something alive,"
Only the vlutures, if you must
know. Nothing else, l assure you"
ON"
1T is 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
10 tel you that the outlets were on the
top she'll"
you mean"
His way of ordering you to cook
our dinner. Really, Miss Genevieve. I
should be pleased TO take your place,
but / have been old to keep to this.
1t is hard to take orders from a low
aeIlow-yely hard for a gentleman,
you know"
Miss Leslie gazed at her shapely
Aands 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-
tirely unqualified.
at least l have something to show
for them" she murmured.
Il beg pardon, said Winthrope.
Just look at nay 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, I actually feel proud that
1 have done something-something
useful | mean
Useful?-I CALI 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 castways; 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
for us, and should try to make the
best of the situation"
1T, has no best. 1t 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 its 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 flesh; but as it began to
! lOdoN, IllC O'lOl iIoAOltu LCI dDDttlNH
! to full vigor Her mouth fairly wa
tered. 1t seemed as though Winthrope
and Blake would never come She
heard their voices, and took the BAN
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 dinnerhorn. | don't
blame you, though. That smells mighty
good"
Both men caught at the hot meat