The Washington times., 1912-08-08
THE TIMES DAILY SERIAL STORY
INTOTHE PRIMITIVE
ROBERT AMES BENNETT
copyright. 1919. Frank A. Munssy Co.,

I answer. He stared at her, his eyes
hard and bright Suddenly he burst
| toward the cliff, savagely kicking aside
| the birds which came in his path.
When an hour later the girl crept
back along the cleft to the baobab she
hut several yards down toward the
barricade. The moment she perceived
what he was about her bearing became
less guarded and she took up her own
| work with spirit and energy which
she had not shown since the adventure
with the puff-adder.
At her call to the noon meal Blake
took his time to respond, and when he
at last came to Join her was morose
| and taciturn. She met him with smile
| and exerted all her womanly tact to
| conciliate him.
you must help me eat the egg." she
said. i've boiled It hard"
Rather chew beef" he mumbled.
But Just to please me-when I've
| cooked 1t your way?'
He uttered an inarticulate sound
| WHICH she chose to interpret as assent.
| The egg was already shelled. She cut
| 1t exactly in half and served one OF the
pieces to him, with a bit of warm rat
| and a pinch of salt. AS he took the
face. She met his gaze with a look OF
! Come. now" she said; please. don't
| not that l care for fancy Dishes" he
1T would be missing half the enjoy, Joy,
some one to share It," she said.
| Blake looked away without ans"er'
| But she could see that his face was pc
| ginning to clear. Greatly encourageo,
she chatted away as though they were
seated at her fathers dinner table and
| he was an elderly guest from the ousi.
ness world whom 1t was her duty u
| entertain. mat, e.,
| terest. confining himself to mono,
| syllabies. except when he commented
on the care with which she had cooked
| the various dishes.
at her. his lips parted in a broad smile
| She stopped short, for she had beer
describing her first social triumphs, ano
his untimely ievity shocked and morti'
Don't get mad. Miss Jenny ,n,t he tnaa said
how funny It sounds. to sit here ane
listen to you talking about tn1ss crsam Inip an5
onions in the same dish.
| I'm sure, Mr.. Blake
| Beats a burlesaue all hollow-Mrs
sint- -Regis-W aldorff's choP,suey Tea tea
cotillon-with us sitting here like trogio'
dytes, chewing snake-poisoned ante
lone and you in that Kundry dress
| "Do you-I was not aware that W,
knew anything about music.
"Don't know a note. But give me
chance to hear good music and In
there, II I have to stand in the peanu
son, I'm so glad! I'm very. yer,
fond Of music. Have you ever been t'
Baireuth?"
where is that?"
"Ip Germany. II Is where his operai
are given as staged by Wagner MIN
self. 1t is indescribably grand and IN
spiring-above all, the 'Parsifal.'
| "Ill most certainly take that in, ever
! IL I have to cut short any engagement
to this gee-lorious CLINE. Not but what
4 when It comes to leopard ladies' s'-h
; paused and surveyed her with frank ad
mirati ton.
= The blood leaped into her pallid face
ooh" she gasped. never dreamet
} that even such a man as you woul'
compare me with-with creature Tx
that"
"such a man as me?" repeated Blake
staring. What do you mean! know
I'm not much of a ladies' man: but t
be yanked up like this when fellow \
trying to nay a compliment-weh: IL
not just what you'd call pleasant"
II beg your pardon; Mr.. Blake.
: misunderstood; /"
That's all right. Miss Jenny. I don
ask any lady to beg my pardon. Tn
!. only thing is. | don't see why yol
should fare out at me in that way
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