The Washington times., 1912-07-22
THE TIMES DAILY SERIAL STORY
INTOTHE PRIMITIVE
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ROBERT AMES BENNETT
Copyright. 1919. Frank A. .Muns.y Co.,

when they returned, with large
armfuls OF sticks and twigs, they
found that Blake had used Ris glass
to light q handful of dry bark. out
a small FIRE at the base of the trees,
on the side next the cliff.
"Now, Miss Jenny" he directed,
ynd, you're ss to keep this goinsj5.Insder, .1Is.
brush to fumigate the den. 1t needs
Won't that be rather too much for
Miss Leslie?" asked winthrope.
brains on the skins-Indian tan, you
"How can you mention such thinssr"
protested pS1sss Winthsope' Mt. ,..,., Va,
rec, I'm not much used to ladies' com.
pany. Anyway, you've got to see and
hear about these things. And now I'll
i, have to get the strings for Wins bam.
that old tabby to peel. and lot more
Miss -.eslie's first impulse was to pro-
test against being left alone. when at
any moment some awful venomous ser.
pent might come darting at her out Of
the brush or the crevices in the rocks.
But her half-parted lips drew firmly
together; and & after a moments hesi. 81.
which had been assigned to her.
The fire, once started. required little
attention. She could give most Of her
time to gathering brush for the fumi-
She had collected q heap OF fuel at
the entrance of the hollow, when she
remembered that 1t must first be
cleared OF its accumulation of bones.
that they were In the midst of tasks
even more revolving. It was certainly
very disagreeable to do such thingE;
yet, as Mr.. Blake had said, others had
to earn 40 tss sse could wss ses $ se heF tms a her
hesitation.
stung by the thought of his half con-
temptuous pity, she caught UP u forked
stick and forced herself to enter the
tree-cave. The stencil met her like a
powered her.
She stood for several moments in tho
Had 1t been even the previous day, she
would have run out into the open.
Presently she grew little more ac-
customed to the odor, and began to
rake over the soft, dry mold Of the den
floor with her forked stick.
Bones! Who had ever dreamed OF
little bones and skulls: old bones, dry
and almost buried: moldy bones: bones
still half covered with bits of flesh
and gristle, the remnants Of the leop-
At last all were scrapcd out and
flung in heap, three or four yards
away from the entrance. Miss Leslie
looked at the result Of her labor with
Of relief. Between the heat and her
unwonted exercise. she was greatly IA
tigued. She stepped around to a shadier
spot to rest. Then. with start. she
remembered the fire.
When she reached II there were only
a few dying embers left. She gathered
dead leaves and shreds of flbrous in
ser bark and knelt beside the embers
bear the thought Of having to confess
her carelessness to Blake.
The hot ashes few up In her face and
powdered her hair with their gray
dust; yet che persisted. blowing stead
sparks and Jared up in a tinv flame.
A little more, and she had a strong
fire blazing against the tree trunk.
She rested a short time, relaxing both
mentally and physically in the satisfy
ing consciousness that Blake never
should know how near she had come to
failing in her trust. But soon she be-
came aware of a keen feeling of thirst
supply Of sticks on the fire. and has
tened back through the cleft toward the
spring.
had been stretched upon bamboo
frames, and he was resignedly scraping
edged stone. Miss Leslie did not look
too closely at the operation.
Where is-he?" she asked.
Winthrope motioned down the cleft.
II hope he hasn't gone far. I'm half
famished. Aren't your"
He went to take a dip in the sea.
You know, he got so messed up over
the nastiest part of the work. which I
positively refused to do"
Whats that beyond the bamboos?
There's something alive!-Im sure
there's something alive!'
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