The Beaver herald. [volume] (Beaver, O.T. [Okla.]) 1895-1923, 1916-10-12
ave you lay a hand on me-


den. 80 III Just leave you here for a
few days my dear. YOu viii hnd
hrHksi q food on the table. gDd there
viii Ln no one 70 DISTURB y5u IT'S
quiet. restYui plnce-no one could
find you here 10 thousand years.
Sure yOu won't change your mind and
give r1s Kiss. my denr7 No1 Well.
. IN. ill be going. When I come bnck
again ! fancy that you1l be q Htus
more cordial
she saw him walk br1ssly along the
edge uf the cllT 20 cable arrunre-
ment which. IN her panic. she had
failed 70 n1tre suw him climb into a
Jusket which was suspended from o
pulley wheel which ran upon the cobie I:
saw him haul himself across The
ehnsfn by means of rope get out of
the basket detnch II from the pulley.
and disappear with u behind the
screen Of bushes which lined the .oppO-
site cllh. few minutes later she
heard sudden roar. ns ~ motor rnr
with It's muller open. and before her
astunisheG eyes an Reroplsne arose.
Having convinced herself that sS-
cape from the ledge was impossible
save with assistance from outside.
Cleo returned 20 the cabin. less wor-
Red than might have been expected.
for she knew that Hope and Hook.
once they discovered her absence.
would move heaven and earth to fnd
her. On the table was the basket
of provisions brought by Morton
cold ham. bread p0tutoes. timed
meats-enOUgh n last her with rea-
spnable economy she figured. Tor Ht
ieHsi week She discovered cup
board which contained matches. can
dies. hHE Of salt. some tins % fruit
and vegetables. and meal snck filed
with what felt like books. Untylng
the string. she emptied the contents Of
the sack upon the 1Oor-thpn gave
cry OF establishment and soy. For.
amid the tattered dog-eured yolumes
was one she recognized II was q
work on metallurgy-one Of the dozen
books which. since her earliest recol-
lection, had stood on the shelf above
her fathers desk. She opened II with
trembling fingers. Written IN frrn.
boln hand across the hyleaf wns the
name. Richard Paten." BY one % those
condolences which causes fiction 70
hang its head. Morton had brought her
TO the cabin OF the very man for whom
they were searching. Now she re-
called the storekeepers description OF
Patten as Hope had repeated Il 10
her: "A queer fellow quiet
. fond Of books has q
cabin up In the mountains some
where's" And now. by chance In
million. she had found Patterns cabin
and the book. Slowly she turned the
leaves, carefully scanning each In turn.
But she found nothing. Disheartened.
she Was about 20 close the book, when.
at the very foot OF the last page. in
letters 50 faint and minute as TO be
almost lndistinguishable. she saw a
line Of writing. PHILOSOPHY" II read.
T 81, every seventh word" II was
the key 10 the foruI IIal
Three days dragged by-three days
which. in that awful solitude. seemed
like three years. The resources OF
the ledge Cleo soon exhausted: she
cleaned the cabin; lighting a candle.
she explored the abandoned mine
working; she attempted 10 beguIle the
time reading the books which she had
discovered In the sack, which proved.
however, 20 be dry-as-dust scientific
works and every few hours she peered
over the edge OF the precipice in the
faint hope that she might see someone
In the canyon below. On the morning
OF the fourth day her patience was re-
warded, for she saw two boys fishing
In the mountain torrent which raced
and rOared along the bottom OF the
canyon. She called 10 them; again
and again she screamed, but the dis
tance and the noise Of the river
drowned her voice. Gathering a hand
full Of pebbles, she stretched herself
on the edge Of the cllf and commenced
10 methodlcally lombard the boys be-
low. A dozen pebbles she threw with
out attracting their attention. but at
last. when she had almost abandoned
hope. a pebble struck one Of them on
the shoulder. Whirllng about 10 see
where Il had come from. he saw Cleo
on the ledge, half a thousand feet
above. He called TO his companion
md they beth stood staring up at her.
she beckoned 10 them. but
they shook their heads 1t was evident
that they knew Of no path by which 10
reach the ledge. She tried to call 10
them, but Il was impossible to make
them hear. Suddenly a thought struck
her. Running 10 the cabin. she looked
wildly about for pencil and paper, but
could find neither. On the table lay
the book which contained the code.
out the fylesf she lighted
match after match. let them burn for
a moment. blew them out. and. using
the blackened ends In lieu of pencil
scrawled her brief call for help: Held
prisoner by Morton 10 cablD on ledge
In mountains. Come Quickly. Cleo"
Folding the sheet she addressed II 10
Jarvis Hope. Shaftsbury Hotel. Santa