The Washington times., 1912-07-20
THE-TIMEs DAILY SERIAL STORY.
INTOTHE PRIMITIVE
ROBERT AMES BENNETT
Copyright. 1919. Frank A. Muusey Coz

fitted in with these primitive surround
ings. Whereas, Winthropeaad her.
self
She fell into a kind of disauieted
brown study. Her eyes had an odd
look, both startled and meditative-such
a look as might be expected of one who
for the first time is peering beneath the
surface Of things, and sees s the haked hased
OF masking conventions,
It may have been that she was seek
ing to ponder the meaning OF her own
existence-that she had caught
the utter futility of her life. At the best,
It could only have been a glimpse-but
was not that enough?
"Of what use are such people as IT.
and coarse-even a brute; but he at
least does things. I'll show him that I
can do things, too"
She hastened around the corner, Of
the cliff to the place where they had
spent the night. Here she gathered to-
gether the cocoanut husks, and seating
herself In the shade of the overhanging
lodges. began to pick at the coarse
| fiber.
1t was cruel work for her soft fingers,
| wounds. At times the pain and an
| oyerpowering sense OF injury brought
| tears to her eyes, and still more often
she dropped the work in despair OF her
|
to the task with renewed energy.
After no little perseverance, she found
how to twist the fiber and plait II into
, cord.
] how she could ever make enough cord
for fish line. Yet as she caught the
| mack Of the work and her fingers be-
came more nimble, she began to enjoy
the novel pleasure Of producing some
thing.
| She had quite forgotten to feel in
jured, and was learning to endure with
patience the rasping of the fiber be-
tween her fingers, when Winthrope
came clambering around the corner OF
the cliff.
| What Is it?" she exclaimed, spring
ing UP, and then hurrying to meet him.
he was white and quivering, and the
| look OF his eyes filled her with dread.
Her voice shrilled to scream: Hes
Then he's hurt!-he's hurt by that
savage creature. and you've run of and
mo, no, Miss Genevieve, I must In
sist! The fellow is not even scratched
Then why"
1T was the horror of it all. 1t actu
ally made me sick"
You frightened me almost to death
DID the beast chase your
That would have been better, in 6
way. Really, 1t was horrible! I'm still
sick over It. Miss Genevieve."
| But tell me about II. Did you Sc
fire to the bushes in the cleft. as Mr.
Blake"
Yes; after we had fetched all W.
could carry of that long grass-two biJ
trusses. 1t grows ten or twelve fee
tall, and Is now quite dry. Part of 4
Blake made into torches, and we free
the bush all across the foot of the cleft
Really, one would not have though
there was that much dry wood in 8,
green a dell. On either side of the ril
the grass and brush fared like tinder
quicker than we had anticipated. w
could hear them cracking and roarinl
lounder than ever after the smoke shu
. out our view"
Surely, there is nothing SO very hor
rtble in that"
mo, oh. no! 1t was not that. Blu
the beast-the leopard! At first we hear
snarling and yellnS-most awful squal
ling! The wretched thing came leapin
, and tumbling down the path, all singe
> and blinded. Blake fired the big trus
of grass, and the brute rolled right int
I the flames. 1t was shocking-dreadfull
shocking! The wretched creature writh
I ed and leaped about till 1t plunged int
all black and hideous, Blake went u
and killed 1t with his club-crushed
Its skull Ugh!
: Miss Leslie gazed at the unnerve
y Englishman with calm scrutiny.
But why should you feel 80 abou
it?" she asked. Was 1t not the beast
n life against ours?"
But so horrible a death!'
4 A Continuation of This Story Wi
''f be Found In TOmOrrOw's
g Issue Of The Times.