The Kendrick gazette. [volume] (Kendrick, Idaho) 1892-1968, 1919-08-22

that his kindness and consideration
never faltered she came to compare
him with her Korak and to be very
fond OF him, but never did her loyalty
to her ape man flag.
On the fifth day they came suddenly
upon great plain, and from the edge
OF the forest the girl saw in the dis
lance fenced fields and many build
ings. AT the sight she drew back in
establishment.
Where are we?' she asked, point
ing.
I'VE could not find Korak," replied
the man, land as our way led near my
douar have brought you here to wait
and rest with my wife until my men
can find your ape or he finds you. 1t
Is better thus. little one. You will be
safer with us and you will be happier"
Meriem laughed. "The Jungle" she
said, rs my father and my mother. l
do not fear the jungle. l love 1t. l
should rather die than leave it forever
But your dOuar Is close beside the
jungle. You have been good to me.
will do as you wish and remain here
for awhile to wait the coming of my
KOrak."
"GOod!" said the man, and he led
the way down toward the flower-cov-
cred bungalow behind which lay the
barns and clubhouse of q well-ordered
African farm.
Meriem walked on toward the bun
galow, upon the porch of which a wo-
man, dressed in white, waved a well
come to her returning lord There was
more fear in the girls eyes now than
there had been in the presence of
strange men or savage beasts. She
hesitated, turning an appealing glance
toward the man.
"That is my wife," he said. "She
will be glad to welcome you"
The woman came down the path to
meet them. The man kissed her and,
turning toward Meriem, introduced
them, speaking in the Arab tongue the
girl understood.
"This is Meriem, my DEAR" he said,
and told the story of the jungle waif
SO far as he knew it.
Meriem saw that the woman was
beautiful. She saw that sweetness and
goodness were stamped indelibly upon
her countenance. She no longer feared
her, and when her brief story had been
narrated and the woman came and put
her arms about her and kissed her and
called her poor little darling" some
thing snapped in Meriem's heart.
She buried her face on the bosom of
this new friend, in whose voice was
the mother tone that Meriem had not
heard for so many years that she had
forgotten its very existence. She buried
her face on the kindly bosom and wept
as she had not wept before in all her
life-tears of relief and Joy that she
could not fathom.
And so came Meriem, the savage lit
tie Mangani, out of her beloved jungle
into the midst of home of culture
and refinement. Already "Bwana" and
my dear" as she first heard them
called and continued to call them, were
as father and mother to her.
Once her savage fears were allayed
she went to the opposite extreme of
trustfulness and love. Now she was
willing to wait here until they found
Korak or Korak found her. She did
not give up that thought. Korak. her
korak, was always first.
And out in the jungle, far away,
korak, covered with wounds, stiff
with clotted blood, burning with
rage and sorrow, as soon as sufi-
Client strength returned swung back
upon the trail Of the great balloons.
He did not ind them where he had
last seen them nor In any of their
usual haunts. but he sought them along
the well-marked spoor they had left
behind them, and at last he overlook
them,