The Garland globe. [volume] (Garland, Utah) 1906-191?, 1910-03-19


own existence-that she had caught a
glimpse Of the vanity and wasteful.
ness, the utter futility of her life. At
the best, II could only have been a
glimpse. But was not that enough?
"Of what use are such people as II"
she cried. THAT man may be rough
and coarse--even a brute; but he at
least does things-I'll show him that
| can do things, tool"
She fastened out around the corner
OF the cliff to the spot where they had
spent the night. Here she gathered
together the cocoanut husks, and seat
ing herself in the shade of the over.
hanging lodges began to pick at the
coarse fiber. 1t was cruel work for
her soft fingers, not yet fully healed
from the thorn wounds. At times the
pain and an overpowering sense of
injury brought tears to her eyes: still
more often she dropped the work in
despair of her awkwardness. Yet al
ways she returned to the task with re-
newed energy.
After no little perseverance, she
found how to twist the fiber and plat
1t into cord At best it was slow
work, and she did not see how she
should ever make enough cord for a
tish-line. Yet, as she caught the knack
of the work and her fingers became
more nimble she began to enjoy the
novel pleasure of producing something.
She had quite forgotten to feel injured.
and was learning to endure with pa
thence the rasping of the fiber between
her fingers, when Winthrope came
clambering around the corner of the
cliff
What is it," she exclaimed, spring
ing up and hurrying to meet him. He
was white and quivering, and the look
in his eyes filled her with dread.
Her voice shrilled to scream:
Hes dead"
Winthrope shook his head.
Then he's hurt!-he's hurt by that
savage creature, and you've run off
and left him"
mo, no, Miss Genevieve, / must in
sist! The fellow is not even
scratched"
Then why"
at was the horror of 1t ali. It actu-
ally made me ILL.,"
You frightened me almost to death.
Did the beast chase your"
That would have been better, in q
way. Really, it was horrible I'm
still lick over 1t, Miss Geneveve."
But tell me about 1t. Did you set
fire to the bushes In the cleft, as Mr..
Blake"
Yes; after we had fetched what we
could carry of that long grass-two big
trusses. Ii grows 10 or IL feet tall,
and is now quite dry. Part of it Blake
bush all across the foot of the cleft.
Really, one would not have thought
there was that much dry wood in so
green a dell. On either side of the
rill the grass and brush fared like
finder, and the flames swept up the
cleft far quicker-t than we had ex-
pected. We could hear them cracking
and roaring louder than ever after the
smoke shut out our view"
Surely, there is nothing so very
horrible in that"
NO, oh, no; 1t was not that. But
the beast-the leopard! At first we
heard one roar; then 1t was that
dreadful snarling and yelling--most
awful squalling! The wretched thing
came leaping and tumbling down the
path, all singed and blinded. Blake
fired the big truss of grass, and the
brute rolled right into the flames. It
was shocking-dreadfully shocking
The wretched creature writhed and
leaped about till it plunged into the
pool. When it sought to crawl out,
all black and hideous, Blake went up
and killed 1t with his club-crushed in
its skull UGH"
Miss Leslie gaZed at the unnerved
Englishman with calm scrutiny.
But why should you feel so about
it," she asked. Was it not the
beasts life against ours?"
But so horrible a DEATH"
I'm sure Mr.. Blake would have pre-
| ferred to shoot the creature had he
gun, Having nothing else than fire,
! think it was all very brave of him.
Now we are sure of water and food.
Had we not best be going?"
1T was to fetch you that Blake
sent me-"
WINTHROP spoke with perceptible
stiffness. He was chagrined not only
by her commentator of Blake, but
by the Indifference with which she had
met his agitation.
They started at once, Miss Leslie
in the lead. AS they rounded the point
she caught sight of the smoke still
rising from the cleft. A little later