The Garland globe. [volume] (Garland, Utah) 1906-191?, 1910-06-18

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skirt. II had evidently been torn from
the signal stan by the first 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 dslodge
1t. It's recovery seemed to the girl
special providence; for of course they
must keep up a 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 Sits 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. Whats
that?-the flag? Say, that's luck!
I'll break out a bamboo right off. Old
STATS carried clean away"
Mr.. BlaKe-just moment, please.
What have you done with-with it?"
Blake jerked his thumb upward
You have carried him up on the
cliff"
Best place | could think Of No
animals-and l piled stones over
But, say, look here"
He drew out a piece of wadded
| cloth, marked off 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 large pea
"O-h-h!" cried Miss Leslie, as he
held the glittering gem out to her in
his rough palm.
He drew it 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, if you please, want
you to sew this up tight again, and"
81 cannot-I cannot touch it," she
cried.
Say, didn't mean to- 1t was con.
founded stupid of me-" mumbled
Blake. Wont you excuse me?"
"Of course! 1t was only the-the
thought that"
mo wonder. l 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 1t, and filed it TO the brim with
sticky mud
There Guess nobody's going to
run off with a jug of midland it
won't hurt the stones till we get a
chance to look up the owner. He
won't be hard to find-English duke
minus pint of first-class sparklers
Will you mind its setting in the cave
after things are fixed up?"
mo; not as 1t 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 1t before him, and
turned to so again to her sewing.
Hold on" he said. This won't do.
You've got TO eat your share"
Il do mott am not hungry"
That's no matter. Here!"
He forced upon her a bowl of hot
broth, and she drank II because she
could not resist his rough kindness.
Good! Now piece of meat" he
said.
Please, Mr.. Blake!" 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.se lips relaxed, and
he nodded.
That's it; let 1t run out. You're
overweight. There's nothing like a
good cry to ease off woman's nerves
and ! guess ladies aren't much diff
ferent from women when it comes to
such things"
But II want to get the flag mend
ed" she sobbed.
"All right, all right; plenty of
time!" he soothed. I'm going to see
how things look down the cleft"
He bolted the last of his meat. and
at once left her alone to cry herself
back to calmness over the stitching Of
the signal.