The Kendrick gazette. [volume] (Kendrick, Idaho) 1892-1968, 1912-01-26

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your hands Of me. But as Won used to
say. You just watch my smoke: 1sup-
pose you've been accustomed 10 Jane
Eyres all your life. That's WY you
don't understand me. Come on. Satan:
let's leave him to his old music"
| He watched her morosely and with
out intention Of speaking, till he saw
her take a rife from the stand. exam
Inc the magazine and start for the
door.
where are you goingT' he asked
peremptorily.
"As between man and woman" she
answered, ut would be too terribly-or
indecent for you to tell me why l
shouldn't 60 alligatoring. Good night.
Sleep WELL"
He shut of the photograph with
snap, started toward the door after
her. then abruptly flung himself into
chair.
You're hoping gator catches me.
aren't you?" she called from the veran-
da, and as she went down the steps
her ripping laughter drifted tantaliz-
i1gly back through the wide doorway.
The next day Sheldon was left all
alone. Joan had gone exploring Pari-
Sulay and was not to be expected back
until the late afternoon. The loss of
the Jessie had hit Berande severely
Not alone was his capital depleted by
the amount Of her value. but her earn
ings We're no longer to be reckoned on,
and it was her earnings that largely
paid the running expenses of the plan
tatiOn.
Poor old Hughie." he muttered
aloud once. "Fm glad you didn't live
to see it, old man. What a cropper
what a cropper."
ran into anchorage. and her skipper,
Pete Oleson Cbrother to the Oleson of
the JESSIE, ancient, grizzled, wild
eyed, emaciated by fever. dragged his
weary frame up the veranda steps and
collapsed in a steamer chair. Whskey
and soda kept him going while he
made report and turned in his accounts.
You're rotten with fever Sheldon
said. ''Why don't you run down to
/ Sydney for Il blow of decent climate?'
The old skipper shook his head.
- can't. I've been in the islands too
bng. I'd die. The fever comes out
worse down there"
Kill or cure" Sheldon counselled.
Its straight kill for me. | tried
it three years ago. The cool weather
put me on my back before | landed.
They carried me ashore and into hos
pital. l was unconscious one stretch
for two weeks. After that the doctors
sent me back to the islands-said it
was the only thing that would save
me. Well, I'm still alive. But I'm
too soaked with fever. A month i'll
Australia would finish me-
lie declined to sleep ashore. took bis
orders, and went back on board the
cutter. A lurid sunset was blotted out
by the heaviest squall of the day. and
Sheldon watched the whaleboat arrive
in the thick of it. AS the spritsail was
taken in and the boat headed on to the
beach, he was aware of distinct hurt
at sight of Joan at the steering oar
standing erect and Swaying her
strength to it as she resisted the pres
sures that tended to throw the craft
broadside in the surf. Her Tahitians
leaped out and rushed the boat high up
the beach. and she led her bizarre
following through the gate of the COM
pound.
Lovely, perfectly lovely-Pari-
Sulay," she painted. 81 shall buy it.
I'll write to the commissioner tonight.
And the site for the bungalow-I've
selected it already-is wonderful. You
must come over some day and advise
me. You won't mind my staying here
until can get settled? Wasn't that
squall beautiful! And I suppose I'm
late for dinner. I'll run and get clean
and be with you in a minute"
do you know, I'm never going to
squabble with you again." he an
nOunced. when they were seated.
''Squabble" was the retort. cts
such a sordid word 1t sounds cheap
and nasty. l think it's much nicer to
quarrel"
Call it what you please. but we
won't do it any more, will we?' He
cleared his throat nervously, for her
eyes advertised the immediate begin
ming of hostilities. II beg your par
don," he hurried on. II should have
spoken for myself. What mean is
that refuse to quarrel. You have the
most horrible way. without uttering
a word, Of making me play the fool.
| Why, l began with the kindliest in