The Norman Transcript. (Norman, Okla.), Vol. 20, No. 33, Ed. 1 Thursday, July 8, 1909 Page: 2 of 8
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SYNOPSIS.
t The story opens with the shipwreck of
the steamer on which Miss Genevieve
l^eslle, an American heiress, I.ord Win-
thrope, an Englishman, and Tom FMake,
a brusque American, were passengers.
The three were tossed upon an uninhab-
ited Island and were the only ones n, t
drowned. Blake recovered from a drunk-
en stupor. Blake, shunned on the boat,
because of his roughness, became a hero
as preserver of the helpless pair. The
Englishman was suing for the hand of
Miss I/eslle. Blake started to swim bark
to the ship to recover what was left.
Blake returned safely. Wlnthrope wasted
his last match on a cigarette, for which
he was scored by Blake. Their lirst meal
was a dead tlsh.
CHAPTER III.—Continued.
"To bo sure, the Japanese eat raw
fish," admitted Wlnthrope.
"Yes; and you'd swallow your share
of It if you had an Invite to a swell
dinner in Tokyo. Go on now, both of
you. It's no joke, 1 tell you. You've
got to eat, If you expect to get to wa-
ter before night. Understand? See
that headland south? Well, it's 100 to 1
we'll not find water short of there, and
if we make it by night, we'll be doing
better than I figure from the looks of
these bogs. Now go to chewing. That's
it! That's fine, Miss Jenny!"
Miss Leslie had forced herself to
take a nibble of the raw fish. The
flavor proved less repulsive than she
had expected, and Its moisture was so
grateful to her parched mouth that
Bhe began to eat with eagerness. Not
to be outdone, Wlnthrope promptly
followed her lead. Blake had already
cut himself a second slice. After he
had cut more for his companions, he
began to look them over with a close
ness that proved embarrassing to Miss
Leslie.
"Here's more of the good stuff," he
said. "While you're chewing It, we'll
sort of take stock. Everybody shell
out everything. Hero's my outfit-
three shillings, half a dozen poker
chips, and not another blessed— Say,
what's become of that whisky flask?
have you seen my flask?
"Here it is, right beside me, Mr.
Blake," answered Miss Leslie. "But
it is empty."
"Might be worse! What you got?
—hairpins, watch? No pocket, I sup-
pose?"
"None; and no watch. E"en most
of my pins are gone," replied the girl,
and she raised her hand to her loosely
colled hair.
"Well, hold on to what you've got
left. They may come in for fish-
hooks. Let's see your shoes."
Miss Leslie slowly thrust a slender
little foot just beyond the hem of her
draggled white skirt.
"Good Lord!" groaned Blake, "slip-
pers, and high heels at that! How do
you expect to walk in those things?"
"I can at least try," replied the girl,
with spirit.
"Hobble! Pass 'em over here, Win-
nie, my boy."
The slippers were handed over.
Blake took one after the other and
wreched off the heel closo to its base.
"Now you've at least got a pair of
slippers," he said, tossing them back
to their owner. "Tie them on tight
with a couple of your ribbons, if you
don't want to lose them in the mud.
Now, Wlnthrope, what you got beside
the knife?"
Wlnthrope held out a bunch of long
flat keys and his cigarette case. He
opened the latter and was about to
throw away the two remaining cigar-
ettes when Blake grasped his wrist.
"Hold on! even they may come in
for something. We'll at least keep
them until we need the case."
"And the keys?"
"Make arrow-heads, if we can get
fire."
"I've heard of savages making fire
by rubbing wood."
"Yes; and we're a long way from
being savages—at present. All the
show we have is to find some kind of
quartz or flint, and the sooner we start
to look the better. Got your slippers
tied, Miss Jenny?"
"Yes; I think they'll do."
"Think! It's knowing the thing.
Here, let me look."
The girl shrank back; but Blake
stooped and examined first one slipper
and then the other. The ribbons about
both were tied in dainty bows. Blake
jerked them loose and twisted them
firmly over and under the slippers and
about the girl's slender ankles before
knotting the ends.
"There; that's more like. You're
not going to a dance," ho growled.
He thrust the empty whisky flask
into his hip pocket and went back to
pass a sling of reeds through the gills
of the coryphene.
"All ready now," he called. "Let's
get a move on. Keep my coat closer
about your shoulders, Miss Jenny, and
keep your shade up, if you don't want
a sunstroke."
"Thank you, Blake, I'll see to that,"
said Wlnthrope. "I'm going to help
Miss Leslie along. I've fastened our
two shades together, so that they will
answer for both of us."
"How about yourself, Mr. Blake?"
Inquired the girl. "Do you not find the
sun fearfully hot?"
"Sure; but I wet my head in the
sea, and here's another souse."
Ab he rose with dripping head from
beside the pool he slung the coryphene
Stopped
Utterly Spent.
on his back and started off without
further words.
CHAPTER IV.
A Journey In Desolation.
ORN1NG was well advanced
and the sun beat down upon
the three with almost over-
powering fierceness. The heat would
have rendered their thirst unendurable
had not Blake hacked off for them bit
after bit of the moist coryphene flesh.
In a temperate climate ten miles
over firm ground is a pleasant walk
for one accustomed to the exercise.
Quite a different matter Is ten miles
across mud-flats, covered with a tan-
gle of reeds and rushes, and frequently
dipping Into salt marsh and ooze. Be-
fore they had gone a mile Miss Leslie
would have lost her slippers had it
not been for Blake's forethought in
tying them so securely. Within a lit-
tle more than three miles the girl's
strength began to fail.
"Oh, Blake," called Wlnthrope, for
the American was some yards in the
lead, "pull up a bit on that knoll. We'll
have to rest a while, I fancy. Miss
Leslie is about pegged."
"What's that?" demanded Blake
"We're not half-way yet!"
Wlnthrope did not reply. It was all
he could do to drag the girl up on the
hummock. She sank, half-fainting,
upon the dry reeds, and he sat down
beside her to protect her with the
shade. Blake stared at the miles
of swampy flats which yet lay between
them and the out-jutting headland of
gray rock. The base of the cliff was
screened by a belt of trees; but the
nearest clump of green did not look
more than a mile nearer than the
headland.
"Hell!" muttered Blake, despondent-
ly. "Not even a short four miles.
Mush and sasslety girls!"
Though he spoke to himself the
others heard him. Miss Iyeslle flushed
and would have risen had not Wln-
thrope put his hand on her arm.
"Could you not go on and bring
back a flask of water for Miss Leslie?"
he asked. "By that time she will be
rested."
"No; I don't fetch back an/ flasks
of water.. She's going when I go, or
you can come on to suit yourselves."
"Mr. Blake,
the curse, for when ho again spoke
there was nothing more than impa-
tience in his tone. "Come on, now;
get aboard. Wlnthrope couldn't lug
you a half-mile, and long's it's the
only way don't be all day about it.
Here, Wlnthrope, look to the fish."
"But, my dear fellow. I don't quite
take your idea, nor does Miss Leslie, I
fancy," ventured Wlnthrope.
"Well, we've got to get to water or
die; and as the lady can't walk she's
going on my back. It's a case of
have-to."
"No! I am not—I am not! I'd sooner
die!"
"I'm afraid you'll find that easy
enough later on, Mass Jenny. Stand
by, Wlnthrope, to help her up. Do
you hear? Take the knife and fish and
lend a hand."
There was a note In Blake's voice
that neither Wlnthrope nor Miss Les-
lie dared disregard. Though scarlet
with mortification, she permitted her-
self to be taken pick-a-back upon
Blake's broad shoulders and meekly
obeyed his command to clasp her
hands about his throat. Yet even at
that moment, such are the inconsis-
tencies of human nature, she could not
but admire the ease with which he
rose under her weight.
Now that he no longer had the slow
pace of the girl to consider, he ad-
vanced at his natural gait, the quick,
tireless stride of an American railroad
surveyor. His feet, trained to swamp
travel in Louisiana and Panama,
seemed to find the firmest ground as
by instinct, and whether on the half-
dried mud of the hummock3 or in the
ankle-deep water of the bogs, they felt
their way without slip or stumble.
Winthrope, though burdened only
wifh the half-eaten coryphene, tolled
along behind, greatly troubled by the
mud and the tangled reeds, and now
and then flung down by some unlucky
misstep. His modish suit, already
much damaged by the salt water, was
soon smeared afresh with a coating of
greenish slime. His one consolation
was that Blake, after jeering at his first
tumble, paid no more attention to
him. On the other hand, he was cut
by the seeming indifference of Miss
iA-slle. Intent on his own misery, he
failed to consider that the girl might
be suffering far greater discomfort and
humiliation.
More than three miles had been cov-
ered before Blake stopped on a hum-
mock. Releasing Miss Leslie, he
you—you won't go and j stretched out on the dry crest of the
leave me here! If you have a sister
—If your mother—"
"She died of drink, and both my
sisters did worse."
"My God, man! do you mean to say
you'll abandon a helpless young girl?"
"Not a bit more helpless than were
my sisters when you rich folks' guar-
dians of law and order jugged me for
the winter 'cause I didn't have a job
and turned both girls into the street
—onto the street, if you know what
that means—one only 16 and the other
17. Talk about helpless young girls—
Damnation!"
Miss Leslie cringed back as though
she had been struck. Blake, however,
seemed to have vented his axuer in
knoll and called for a slice of the fish.
At his urging the others took a few
mouthfuls, although their throats were
so parched that even the moist flesh
afforded scant relief. Fortunately for
them all, Blake had been thoroughly
trained to endure thirst. He rested
less than ten minutes; then taking
Miss Leslie up again like a rag doll,
he swung away at a good pace.
The trees were less than half a
mile distant when he halted for the
second time. He would have gone to
them without a pause, though his mus-
cles were quivering with exhaustion,
had not Miss Leslie chanced to look
around and discover that Wlnthrope
"■us no looser following them. For
the last mile he had been lagging
farther and farther behind, and now
he had suddenly disappeared. At the
girl's dismayed exclamation, Blake re-
leased his hold and she found herself
standing in a foot or more of mud and
water. The sweat was streaming
down Blake's face. As he turned
around, he wiped it off with his shirt-
sleeves.
"Do you—can it be, Mr. Blake, that
he has had a sunstroke?" asked Miss
Leslie.
"Sunstroke? No; he's just laid
down, that's all. I thought he had
more sand—confound him!"
"But the sun is so dreadfully hot,
and I have his shade."
"And he's been tumbling into every
other pool. No; it's not the sun. I've
half a mind to let him He—the paper-
legged swell! It would no more than
square our aboard-shlp accounts."
"Surely, you would not do that, Mr.
Blake! It may be that he has hurt
himself in falling."
"In this mud?—bah! But I guess
I'm in for the pack-mule stunt all
around. Now, now; don't yowl, Miss
Jenny. I'm going. But you can't ex-
pect me to love the snob."
As he splashed away on the return
trail, Miss Leslie dabbed at her eyes
to check the starting tears.
"Oh, dear—Oh, dear!" she moaned;
"what have I done to be so treated?
Such a brute. Oh, daar!—and I am so
thirsty!"
In her despair she would have sunk
down where she stood had not the
sliminess of the water repelled her
She gazed longingly at the trees, in
the fore of which stood a grove of
stately palms. The half-mile seemed
an insuperable distance, but the ride
on Blake's back had rested her and
thirst goaded her forward.
Stumbling and slipping she waded
on across the Inundated ground, and
came out upon a half-baked mud-flat
where the walking was much easier.
But the sun was now almost directly
overhead, and between her thirst and
the heat she soon found herself falter-
ing. She tottered on a few steps
farther, and then stopped, utterly
spent. As she sank upon the dried
rushes she glanced around and was
vaguely conscious of a strange, double,
headed figure following her path
across the marsh. All about her be-
came black.
The next she knew Blake was
splashing her head and face with
brackish water out of the whisky flask.
She raised her hand to shield her
face, and sat up, sick and dizzy.
"That's it!" said Blake. He spoke
in a kindly tone, though his voice was
harsh and broken with thirst. "You're
all right now. Pull yourself together
and we'll get to the trees in a jiffy."
"Mr. Winthrope—?"
"I'm here. Miss Genevieve. It was
only a wrenched ankle. If I had a
stick, Blake, I fancy I could make a
go of it over this drier ground."
"And lay yourself up for a month.
Come, Miss Jenny, brace up for an-
other try. It's only a quarter-mile,
and I've got to pack him."
The girl was gasping with thirst;
yet she made an effort, and, assisted
by Blake, managed to gain her feet
She was still dizzy; but as Blake
swing Winthrope upon his back, he
told her to take hold of his arm. Wln-
thrope held the shade over her head.
Thus assisted, and sheltered from the
direct beat of the sun-rays, she tot-
tered along beside Blake, half-uncon-
scious.
Fortunately the remaining distance
lay across a stretch of bare dry
ground, for even Blake had all but
reached the limit of endurance. Step
by step he labored on, staggering un-
der the weight of the Englishman and
gasping with a thirst which his ex-
ertions rendered even greater than
that of his companions. But through
the trees and brush which stretched
away inland in a wall of verdure he
had caught glimpses of a broad stream
and the hope of fresh water called out
every ounce of his reserve strength.
At last the nearest palm was only a
few paces distant. Blake clutched
Miss Leslie's arm and dragged her
forward with a rush in a final outburst
of energy. A moment later all three
lay gasping In the shade. But the
river was yet another 100 yards dis-
tant. Blake waited only to regain his
breath; then he staggered up and went
on. The others, unable to rise, gazed
after him in silent misery.
Soon Blakfe found himself rushing
through the jungle along a broad trail
pitted with enormous footprints; but
he was so near mad with thirst that
he paid no heed to the spoor other
than to curse the holes for the trouble
they gave him. Suddenly the trail
turned to the left and sloped down a
low bank into the river. Blind to all
else, Blake ran down the slope and
dropping upon his knees plunged his
head into the water.
(TO BK CONTINUED.)
"What you fellers got in that box?"
"It's all right, officer. We're takin'
home Mamie Casey's hat wot she wore
at de lawn party last night!"
HANDS RAW AND SCALY.
Itched and Burned Terribly—Could
Not Move Thumbs Without Flesh
Cracking—Sleep Impossible.
Cutlcura Soon Cured His Eczema.
"An itching humor covered both my
hands and got up over my wrists and
even up to the elbows. The itching
and burning were terrible. My hands
got all scaly and when I scratched, the
surface would be covered with blis-
ters and then get raw. The eczema
got so bad that I could not move my
thumbs without deep cracks appearing.
I went to my doctor, but his medicine
could only stop the itching. At night
I suffered so fearfully that I could not
sleep. I could not bear to touch my
hands with water. This went on for
three months and I was fairly worn
out. At last I got the Cutlcura Reme-
dies and In a month I was cured. Wal-
ter H. Cox, 16 Somerset St., Boston,
Mass., Sept. 25, 1908."
Potter Drug A Chezn. Corp., Sole Prop®., Boston.
DUSKY MONARCH "EASY MARK"
Wiles of Beautiful Captive Proved j
Just the Thing When Emer- j
gency Came.
The beautiful young captive retained
her presence of mind, however, and
when it came her turn to be taken
before the cannibal king, she marceled
herself very carefully.
"Ain't I sweet, though!" she ex- I
claimed, archly flirting her handker- |
chief at the monarch.
His majesty at once fell into the j
trap.
"You're simply it!" he replied cor- j
dially.
"Well, sweet things are terribly fat-
tening."
"Ah!"
"C. terribly. And there's nothing so j
hopelessly out of it as to be fat, these j
days!"
Whereupon the king was greatly
shaken and commanded her instant re-
lease.
"People used to blame me because
I knew I, was pretty, but all the time I
felt sure the knowledge would come
handy some day!" commented the
lovely creature, as she was led away.
—Puck.
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A HOPEFUL PROSPECT.
Lazy Men Power Generators.
Learned Justice Betts of Kingston,
N. Y„ says: "Lazy men have a right
to live." Our lazy men are our most
potent. History shows that as a rule,
with a rule's exceptions, our greatest
men had either indolent or shiftless
fathers, as fathers of Shakespeare,
Lincoln, Napoleon, Bismarck and other
worthies indicate. On the other hand,
great men's children are few and
far between. Power In a lazy man is
accumulative, as in a coiled spring,
but the great man has little or nothing
left for offspring.—New York Times.
He—Darling, I don't know what to
say to your father.
She—Just say: "Mr. Munn, I wish to
marry your daughter"—then dodge.
Leave It to Him.
A Wichita man was fussing because
of his aching teeth. "Why don't you
go to a dentist?" asked one of his
friends.
"Oh, I haven't got the nerve," was
the reply.
"Never mind that," replied the
friend, "the dentist will find the nervo
all right."—Kansas City Jorunal.
An Anatomical Wonder.
Senator Beveridge was criticising
the ludicrous speeches of a certain up-
right but hot-headed congressman.
"He does make queer blunders
doesn't he?" said Senator Beveridge
"Have you heard about his latest?
"Well, it seems that a constituent
visiting him recently, complained of
the shabbiness of a pair of ink
stained crash trousers that he had on
" 'A man of your position,' said the
constituent, reproachfully, 'ought to
wear handsomer trousers than those
"The congressman, offended, an
swered reproachfully:
" 'My trousers may be shabby, but
they cover a warm and honest heart.'
Why Actors Wear Long Hair.
Why do actors so often wear long
hair? Perhaps this Is the reason:
There once was a statute in England
under which actors found wandering
were liable to be branded through the
right ear. The long hair concealed
the decoration and thus the custom
was started.
Faith and Hope.
Mayme—If you don't love him why
are you going to marry him?
Maybelle—Oh, I expect to love him
after we are married. He has prom-
ised that on the morning of our wed-
Ing day he will shave off his dlaky
little French beard
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A tempting, teasing
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"The Taste Lingers"
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Popular pkg., ioc.
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