The Washington times., 1912-08-05
NTOTHE PRIMITIVE
ROBERT AMEs BENNETT
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Copyright. 1912 Frank A. Munsey Co,
nto a great bamboo-ri ribbed sun.

verted into great bamboo-ribbed sun
She spent the day. as usual. on the
headland. There was no wind, and the
sun was scorching hot, but with her big
sunshade to protect her from the direct
rays the heat was at least endurable.
basket, which she was attempting to
weave out OF long, coarse grass-though
there were frequent intervals when her
hands sank Idle in her lap; and she
expanse of the ocean.
In the afternoon the heat became OPP
pressiveiy sultry, and long, slow sweiis
began to roll shoreward from beyond
white along their oily crests until they
broke over the coral reefs. There, was
not a breath OF air stirring. ana. Tor
time. the reefs SO checked the rollers
| and break upon the beach.
Steadily, however, the swell grew
heavier, though not so much as a cats
paw ruffled the dead surfaces of the
rolling high over both lines OF reefs,
| and racing shoreward to break upon the
beach and the cliff foot In furious surf.
booming of the breakers. Yet the girl,
inland bred and unversed in weather
lore, sat needless and Indifferent, her
| eyes fixed upon the horizon In vacant
\ stare.
Her reverie was at last disturbed by
| the peculiar behavior Of the sea-fowl.
\ Those in the air circled around In a
manner strange to her, while their
mates on the lodges waddled restlessiy
| about, over and between their nests:
| There was a shriller note than usual
in their discordant ciamor.
| Yet. even when she gave heed to ,e the
alarm or to sense the impending dan
ger, 1t was only that feeling his,9a Of dis lis
on the field Of her conscious .u.tin thought, ghs
sighed. and rose to return to the cleft.
tidIy wondering that the air should seem
more sultry than at midday.
and the western sky meant nothing
more to her than an odd effect OF color
and light. She smilingly compared It
| with an attempt at a sunset painted
! Neither Winthrope nor Blake was in
| sight when she reached the baobab,
and neither appeared. though she de-
layed supper until dark: 1t SHss.s was quite ute
return, and had gone off again. the
Englishman to dose, and Blake on an
At last, tired of waiting. she covered
the fire and retired into her tree-cave.
The air in the cleft was still more
sitting than on the headland. She
paused, with her hand upralsed, TO ciose
the swinging door. She had propped II
omen when She came out in the MORN
ing ins After a moments hesitation she
went on across the cave, leaving the
door wide open.
she sighed. She was feeling very weary
and depressed.
An hour passed. An ominous stiilness
lay upon the cleft Even the cicadas
sound was the muffled, reverberating
echo Of the surf roaring upon the sea
shore Beneath the giant spread OF the
baobab all was blackness
Something moved in bush, a little
! way down the cleft. A crouching figure
appeared dimly outlined in the star
light The figure crept stealthily across
into the denser night OF the baooab
The darkness closed about 1t like
A binding flash OF light pierced tn,
blackness. The figure halted and
crouched lower, though the fash hat
gone in a fraction Of second. A dull
rumbling mingled with the ceaseles'
boom of the surf.
A second flash lighted the cleft with
it's dazzling coruscation, and this tim'
. the creeping figure did not halt
Again and again the forked lightnint
streaked across the sky, every strok'
more vivid than the one before. Th
, rumble of the distant thunder deepene(
to a heavy rolling. which dominated thu
was coming with the onrush of tor
, nado. Yet the leaves still hung motion
less in the still air. and there was NJ
: sound but the thunder and the booming
) of the surf.
Then the lightning fiared one strok
upon the other. with a brilliancy tina
. lit up the caves interior more bright.
3 than midday.
In the white glare the girl saw Win
thrope crouched beneath her unswun
t door-and his face was the face OF
beast.
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