Charlevoix county herald. (East Jordan, Mich.) 189?-1953, 1909-09-04

pices, even though my costume Is that
Of savage"
Savage? Great Scott! that leopard
dress would win out against any set
of Russian furs a-going, and I've heard
they're considered all kinds of dog.
Come on. l can swing you into the
branches, and It's easy from there
up"
You will excuse me, please"
Yes, you can go alone" interposed
Winthrope. II am indisposed this
morning, and, what is more, I have
had enough of your dictation"
You have, have your" growled
Blake, his patience suddenly come to
an end. well, let me tell you, Miss
Leslie is lady, and If she don't want
to go, that settles 1t. But as for you,
you'll go, if l have to kick you every
STEP"
WINTHROP cringed back, and broke
into a childish whine. "Don't-don't
do 1t, Blake Oh, say, Miss Gene
We've, how can you stand by and see
him abuse me like this?"
Blake was grinning as he turned to
Miss Leslie. Her face was flushed
and downcast with humiliation for her
friend. 1t seemed incredible that a
man Of his breeding should betray
such weakness. A quick change came
over Blake's face.
Look here" he muttered, 81 guess
I'm enough Of sport to know some
thing about fair play. Wins coming
down with the fever, and's no more to
blame for doing the baby act than
he'll be when he gets the delirium,
and gables"
Il will thank you to attend to your
| own affairs" said Winthrope.
You're entirely welcome. It's what
I'm doing Do you understand, Miss
Jenny?"
Indeed, yes; and I wish to thank
you. / have noticed how patient you
have BEEN"
Pardon me, Miss Leslie" rasped
Winthrope. Can you not see that for
fellow Of this class to talk of fair
play and patience is the height of
impertinence? In England, now, such
| inSufferable Impotence"
"That'll do" broke in Blake. TITS
time for us to trot along"
But, Mr.. Blake, IL he is ILL"
"Just the reason why he should keep
moving. No more of your CAB, Win!
Give your jaw a lay-off, and try wig
Cling your legs instead"
WINTHROP turned away, crimson
with indignation. Blake paused only
for a parting word with Miss Leslie.
eff you want something to do, Miss
Jenny, try making yourself a pair of
moccasins out of the scraps of skin.
You can't stay in this gully all the
time. You've got to tramp around
some, and those slippers must be about
done for"
"They are still serviceable. Yet if
you think"
You'll need good tough moccasins
soon enough. SINCE off the hair, and
make soles of the thicker pieces. If
you do a fair job, maybe I'll employ
you as my cobbler, soon as l get the
hide off one of those skittish antelope"
Miss Leslie nodded and smiled in re-
spouse to his testing tone. But as he
swung away after Winthrope, she
stood for some time wondering at her
self. A few days since she knew she
would have taken Blakes remark as
an insult. Now she was puzzled to
find herself rather pleased that he
should so note her ability to be Of
service
When she reused herself, and began
singeing the hair from the odds and
ends of leopard skin, she discovered
new sensation to add to her list Of
unpleasant experiences. But she did
not pause until the last patch Of hair
crisped close to the half-cured surface
of the hide. Fetching the penknife
and her thorn and catgut from the
baobab she gathered the pieces Of
| skin together, and walked along the
| cleft to tve ladder-tree. There had
been time enough for Blake and Win
| thrope to set up the signal, and she
was curious to see how 1t looked.
She paused at the foot of the tree,
and gazed up to where the withered
crown lay crushed against the edge
of the cliff. The height of the rocky
wall made her hesitate; yet the men,
| in passing up and down, had so
cleared away the twigs and leaves and
broken the branches on the upper side
of the trunk, that it offered a means
| of ascent far from difficult even for a
young lady.
GRO BE coNTINUED)